[first, a nod. he's not shy about it. and he's well aware that she's looking at him more closely now, and he has nothing to hide. yes, perhaps his body is scrawny-- emaciated, in fact, bones and scars peeking out of the sides and back of his suit, cut out in the typical fashion of his people. but he has two weapons on his hip, a revolver and a hunting knife, and both handles are well-worn-- well-used.
still, he doesn't look at her because he's busy looking at their surroundings, turning his head slowly this way and that to make sure he doesn't miss anything.]
Yes. Most of my kills have been Blood Crazed Zealots, and they're as vicious as they come.
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still, he doesn't look at her because he's busy looking at their surroundings, turning his head slowly this way and that to make sure he doesn't miss anything.]
Yes. Most of my kills have been Blood Crazed Zealots, and they're as vicious as they come.