Brandish my deer shank in one hand, and the rifle in the other. Glare intently at the shapes on the pillar.
Thats a rather frightening image. A hyena man with a gun in one hand and a half a gazelle in the other glaring down at you atop a giant monster.
"NNNNNNNNG"
LIFT DAMN YOU
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This is the legit third 2 in a row.
Spread wings in awesome pose as we get closer. If they can't see me, it will be by no fault of mine.
You do your best figurehead impression on the front of the beast.
"I'm Dave. And what's a dino?"
((Hint: Dave is from 1600s. He has no idea what a dinosaur is.))
((Hint: John is from somewhere between 1990 and 2010, and he had no clue about where Dave came from .))
- Alright, Dave. Think you can handle the weight? 180 pounds? That's, what, 80 kilograms?
((Let's spice things up a little))
>Reynard the Blade (Wolfkit): lose self control when seeing Human, try to climb up the crouching Warbeast and stab the human (John) with collar blade, because hungry. Make aggressive sounds.
>John: let the fox come close, the shoot it at point-blanc range; if it never reaches me and falls from the beast and stays immobile on ground for a while, also shoot it. If it is up on the platform, I shot and missed, hit it hard with buttstock.
I admire your attempts but lets give this one more day and if he doesn't show up, we'll just switch him out with the next person in line. Whoever that is.
Hopefully someone with hands.
"Eh why not? If it's the whim of the universe to periodically give us more meatshields I can accept that."
Another nod goes to Xan.
"Well if you could get us out of this hole that would be appreciated, we would be happy to join you, and help out in anyway possible. I can be thrown at enemies and then roll back to you."
John mutters:
- You would be one hell of a find if we had a bloody trebuchet...
Okay, make warbeast carefully pick all these fellas and put them on the platform.
Consider them scooped and deposited.