[Bullet punching usually works, Lancer. Don't knock it until you've watched it in action.
Hellboy doesn't answer the quip, just tightens his jaw and unsnaps his holster. He's still, muscles coiled, slowly sweeping the shadows with his eyes. He doesn't see anything at first, and he's beginning to think it was just a coincidental draft in the air, but then something dimly glowing happens beyond the bushes.
It comes closer, slowly, eventually materializing into a line of ghostly little deer people, all holding spears or bows and arrows. The hair on the back of Hellboy's neck stands up as the procession passes them -- and then, slowly, they all turn to look at Hellboy and Lancer as one.]
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Hellboy doesn't answer the quip, just tightens his jaw and unsnaps his holster. He's still, muscles coiled, slowly sweeping the shadows with his eyes. He doesn't see anything at first, and he's beginning to think it was just a coincidental draft in the air, but then something dimly glowing happens beyond the bushes.
It comes closer, slowly, eventually materializing into a line of ghostly little deer people, all holding spears or bows and arrows. The hair on the back of Hellboy's neck stands up as the procession passes them -- and then, slowly, they all turn to look at Hellboy and Lancer as one.]