"I would be inclined to agree. They don't seem to be very particular with their targets." Not unfamiliar--Kozmotis has spent his entire military career fighting Dream Pirates and Fearlings, who have no organization to speak of. They don't discriminate between soldiers and civilians, targeting all equally. It was one of the reasons they were so dangerous.
"A few. Finding their commanding officer, for one. Presuming this is an organized force." They have armors, weapons, and he'd heard them discussing tactics and orders. They weren't mindless.
Kozmotis straightens, arm extending to his side--with a curl of his fingers, a golden scythe appears, and he holds it with the ease of long practice.
"I can protect you, or provide a distraction. They'll likely follow me if I'm persuasive enough about it."
(By which he means 'if I attack them.' All in a normal day.)
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"A few. Finding their commanding officer, for one. Presuming this is an organized force." They have armors, weapons, and he'd heard them discussing tactics and orders. They weren't mindless.
Kozmotis straightens, arm extending to his side--with a curl of his fingers, a golden scythe appears, and he holds it with the ease of long practice.
"I can protect you, or provide a distraction. They'll likely follow me if I'm persuasive enough about it."
(By which he means 'if I attack them.' All in a normal day.)