His teeth were gritted during the entire healing process, head down so that it was only his red scalp that faced the woman. Ready to block the incoming verbal assault, and instead met with the strained 'No.' Instantly, his gaze lifted to meet hers. The sheepishness had melted away, instead replaced by a sense of intense comradery with Moonsong. This was two shitshows they had been together now, and for the most part, everyone had come out okay this time.
"Me neither." He admitted to her lonely sentence, thinking about how close he had come right there. The rest of them would have still made it - if Toko was anything to go by. That bunny-girl was a force of nature. Or maybe Natural Disaster was a better way to describe her. Like a hurricane or earthquake. Certainly that one was right that Zelrius had more fun today than he had since the Kurungaar. There was just something so exhilirating about embracing the moment, risking his life to do cool shit and really shine.
"No, I didn't." He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow down at Moonsong's feet, wondering if she actually could fly, as if she was just about to start doing it right now. A bit disappointed that she didn't show any excitement for his use of animancy as he had. It couldn't be helped, she definitely had others things to worry about. As did he. The man stood, gaze focused on Toko as she and the warrior-woman both offered that this thing be diced up and brought home. "The hide?" He asked drawing up his swords once again, looking at the way that the curved of the blade had so many dented and thinned, cragged metal in it now. Had something eaten away at them? Another look to the slimeodile, and he reasoned that it was just normal wear and tear.
The heat channeled through his hands to the metal, until each was red hot, the man stepped forward, cutting at a steep angle and letting it slip just beneath the skin, before working away the scaled slime hide. "Game loot is always the best part huh?" He smiled to the others as it stripped away from the body, and then helping with the dicing efforts. The Adventurer's Guild spirit inside the redhead reasoned that it'd atleast be worth some money if nothing else. "We might be able to get some sick new kicks out of this." Holding the skin down to his shoes, wondering if the slime part was any good for soles and buoyancy. Something to be scienced out later, or by someone smarter than he.
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It didn't take long between the three of them to pick the large enemy apart, and separate him into carriable parts. That was that, though it wasn't all of the luggage the team had. Kyra was distant, mumbling. The only word he had been able to make out was his own name. Guilt rose inside of him. He'd have to make it up to her, owing everything to the foxgirl. His first instinct was to ask Moonsong to scoop her up but, truthfully. There was a part of Zel that made him uneasy to make the girls carry a whole other person. Even if the other two conscious ones were stronger than he. His ruined blades fell to the ground, eaten away and holes burned into them through by the corrosive nature of the slimeodile's body. dfsfWeapons gone, hands free, and a favor owed, the man walked over, and slipped a hand under Kyra's shoulderblades, and then another under her knees, lifting her up and tilting his arms back in order to keep her close and not let her limbs and body dangle away. Looking to the other with a small, joking smile of his own. "We're ready when you guys are."
"Me neither." He admitted to her lonely sentence, thinking about how close he had come right there. The rest of them would have still made it - if Toko was anything to go by. That bunny-girl was a force of nature. Or maybe Natural Disaster was a better way to describe her. Like a hurricane or earthquake. Certainly that one was right that Zelrius had more fun today than he had since the Kurungaar. There was just something so exhilirating about embracing the moment, risking his life to do cool shit and really shine.
"No, I didn't." He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow down at Moonsong's feet, wondering if she actually could fly, as if she was just about to start doing it right now. A bit disappointed that she didn't show any excitement for his use of animancy as he had. It couldn't be helped, she definitely had others things to worry about. As did he. The man stood, gaze focused on Toko as she and the warrior-woman both offered that this thing be diced up and brought home. "The hide?" He asked drawing up his swords once again, looking at the way that the curved of the blade had so many dented and thinned, cragged metal in it now. Had something eaten away at them? Another look to the slimeodile, and he reasoned that it was just normal wear and tear.
The heat channeled through his hands to the metal, until each was red hot, the man stepped forward, cutting at a steep angle and letting it slip just beneath the skin, before working away the scaled slime hide. "Game loot is always the best part huh?" He smiled to the others as it stripped away from the body, and then helping with the dicing efforts. The Adventurer's Guild spirit inside the redhead reasoned that it'd atleast be worth some money if nothing else. "We might be able to get some sick new kicks out of this." Holding the skin down to his shoes, wondering if the slime part was any good for soles and buoyancy. Something to be scienced out later, or by someone smarter than he.
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It didn't take long between the three of them to pick the large enemy apart, and separate him into carriable parts. That was that, though it wasn't all of the luggage the team had. Kyra was distant, mumbling. The only word he had been able to make out was his own name. Guilt rose inside of him. He'd have to make it up to her, owing everything to the foxgirl. His first instinct was to ask Moonsong to scoop her up but, truthfully. There was a part of Zel that made him uneasy to make the girls carry a whole other person. Even if the other two conscious ones were stronger than he. His ruined blades fell to the ground, eaten away and holes burned into them through by the corrosive nature of the slimeodile's body. dfsfWeapons gone, hands free, and a favor owed, the man walked over, and slipped a hand under Kyra's shoulderblades, and then another under her knees, lifting her up and tilting his arms back in order to keep her close and not let her limbs and body dangle away. Looking to the other with a small, joking smile of his own. "We're ready when you guys are."
