The bolt wasn't unexpected, and it was more surprised it had taken this long to earn one. He crouched down to snatch the bolt out of the ground, touching along it as if the ammunition would give him a sense of the owner. His thumb ran over the tip of the bolt, but he didn't feel and smell poison. It was of good enough quality to stay together.
The crash was something he heard as well, and that was probably his cue to simply leave. With the gorgon on, he stepped out of his little alcove and looked in the direction that the monster had head, and he moved to leave the gorgon and whatever was here to kill each other off.
Except... he didn't. Something kept him here, and he grunted at his own express stupidity. This was definitely going to get him killed.
He slowly made his way in the direction of the the sound that had echoed in the chamber, using his 'sight' to follow the tracks of the gorgon as his guide. Those impressions would fade soon enough, but he was used to the limitations of his senses to know when to use them and when to simply memorize what direction he was heading in. He sheathed his sword for a crossbow of his own, loading it as he walked.
He wanted to see what had come and decide if it was worth his time to step in.
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Date: 2020-08-22 11:57 pm (UTC)The crash was something he heard as well, and that was probably his cue to simply leave. With the gorgon on, he stepped out of his little alcove and looked in the direction that the monster had head, and he moved to leave the gorgon and whatever was here to kill each other off.
Except... he didn't. Something kept him here, and he grunted at his own express stupidity. This was definitely going to get him killed.
He slowly made his way in the direction of the the sound that had echoed in the chamber, using his 'sight' to follow the tracks of the gorgon as his guide. Those impressions would fade soon enough, but he was used to the limitations of his senses to know when to use them and when to simply memorize what direction he was heading in. He sheathed his sword for a crossbow of his own, loading it as he walked.
He wanted to see what had come and decide if it was worth his time to step in.