He loved going hunting. He probably loved it more than it was healthy, but then again, he rarely could leave the city lately so any excuse to go out was awesome.
So he moved around the undead, shooting some, cutting some in tiny little pieces, sneaking around a little... For a moment he felt twelve again, and his only problem was thinking about finding the next patch of sunlight.
He was pretty satisfied with that when he noticed a figure on the ground. That one didn't look like an undead, or an immortal or any of those things, so he rushed to his side, quickly disposing of the boks around.
"Are you all right?" He asked, still looking around to see if any more of them were coming.
Don't mind my prose, honeypants xD
He probably loved it more than it was healthy, but then again, he rarely could leave the city lately so any excuse to go out was awesome.
So he moved around the undead, shooting some, cutting some in tiny little pieces, sneaking around a little... For a moment he felt twelve again, and his only problem was thinking about finding the next patch of sunlight.
He was pretty satisfied with that when he noticed a figure on the ground. That one didn't look like an undead, or an immortal or any of those things, so he rushed to his side, quickly disposing of the boks around.
"Are you all right?" He asked, still looking around to see if any more of them were coming.