[Claws and teeth unsheathed, the changes to Deuc's appearance are not as significant as those to Steve, but notable all the same. His eyes are a red glow as he turns to follow the path of the shield through the air back to its master, taking only a moment to reconcile the features of the man in front of him with the slighter figure he'd met once back in Zion. It's fitting, almost, considering the fervour he'd had for finding a crew willing to extract his friend.
There's another shriek from further in, and Deuc's gaze cuts back to the walkways ahead. Already covered in sprayed and streaked layer of the noxious green fluid the creatures seem to have in place of blood, he has the feeling they'd meet a steady onslaught just for standing in the same spot. An extremely aggressive defence. And staying put wouldn't offer much answer on why.]
Before they pin us down again, then.
[He says, voice not as garbled as might be expected for the teeth filling his mouth. He moves forward, stepping over the fallen remains around him to head towards the next walkway, already picking up the sounds of more approaching. He flicks a spray of green off his claws onto the floor.]
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There's another shriek from further in, and Deuc's gaze cuts back to the walkways ahead. Already covered in sprayed and streaked layer of the noxious green fluid the creatures seem to have in place of blood, he has the feeling they'd meet a steady onslaught just for standing in the same spot. An extremely aggressive defence. And staying put wouldn't offer much answer on why.]
Before they pin us down again, then.
[He says, voice not as garbled as might be expected for the teeth filling his mouth. He moves forward, stepping over the fallen remains around him to head towards the next walkway, already picking up the sounds of more approaching. He flicks a spray of green off his claws onto the floor.]
We are most certainly not welcome here.