[ The monsters have become part of the background of Ephemera's life now. He goes out, he does his work, and he tries not to get himself mauled in the process. It becomes a routine. Most things will, given enough time. It certainly did back home once the aliens showed up.
It's been a while since he's seen anyone jump into the fray with a regular old sword, though. Not even a laser sword, either. But the blade is sharp and the man wielding it knows his trade. Hasn't gotten himself gutted or let anything take his head off yet.
Good enough. For his part, Ephemera finally has enough spare ammunition that he can switch over from blades to a rifle. A happy change, even if he's stuck wearing his stolen body armor instead of his old rig. But he's painted it in small ways, with black or dark blue paint that shows when it catches the light in certain ways, and that suits him. The patterns are small. Geometric mostly, but a few branching vines. Flowers in a row down his spine. ]
This a literal fucking bear?
[ Ephemera lines up his shot and takes it. Blood splatters. ]
Monsters
It's been a while since he's seen anyone jump into the fray with a regular old sword, though. Not even a laser sword, either. But the blade is sharp and the man wielding it knows his trade. Hasn't gotten himself gutted or let anything take his head off yet.
Good enough. For his part, Ephemera finally has enough spare ammunition that he can switch over from blades to a rifle. A happy change, even if he's stuck wearing his stolen body armor instead of his old rig. But he's painted it in small ways, with black or dark blue paint that shows when it catches the light in certain ways, and that suits him. The patterns are small. Geometric mostly, but a few branching vines. Flowers in a row down his spine. ]
This a literal fucking bear?
[ Ephemera lines up his shot and takes it. Blood splatters. ]