He could totally deal with fights, he liked fights against things that looked golem-y, or people who behaved asshole-ly and that required absolutely no dark powers, no raging, and best of all, no thinking.
Django wasn't up for thinking right now. Oh no. Better to just shoot the hell out of those golems. Then there was the witch, or something.
They could kick that witch too.
So, he gave some steps ahead, putting himself somewhere between Firion and the rest of the group and got ready. The weight of the gun was strangely comfortable in his hand as he started shooting one of the enemies.
Oh, Firionpants <3
He could totally deal with fights, he liked fights against things that looked golem-y, or people who behaved asshole-ly and that required absolutely no dark powers, no raging, and best of all, no thinking.
Django wasn't up for thinking right now. Oh no. Better to just shoot the hell out of those golems. Then there was the witch, or something.
They could kick that witch too.
So, he gave some steps ahead, putting himself somewhere between Firion and the rest of the group and got ready. The weight of the gun was strangely comfortable in his hand as he started shooting one of the enemies.
Ok, maybe he had missed this a little.