Heading Towards the Mountains

Good. All according to plan.

One shifts into a close stance, forcing his muscles to relax as best he can, getting ready to move and move fast. Not like he's going to get more than one chance at this, so best not to screw it up.

He makes a feinting jab with the lighter, taunting the beast once more with it's fear of the silvered trinket. Angry and scared beasts might be the most vicious, but they're also clumsy, prone to making mistakes.

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"Panicking will not help. Stop panicking and help." First snaps, trying to swipe the bottle out of Finbar's hands. "He's... Damn. First doesn't know his brother's weight. Or his own for that matter. All he knows is. "We have reinforced bones and muscles. Seventeen percent stronger. So... So we weigh more than we look." He says, reciting something he once heard one of the commanders say.

"How much do I give him?"