[ Yeah, it was good to see Achilles too. Maybe they shared a manly back-pat before getting to work. And it is work—but Lancer enjoys having a job as much as he dislikes bandits, so it's two birds with one stone. Add in some company, and it's practically a party.
But for both being spearmen, Achilles's approach is... flashier than his, literally and figuratively. Lancer would've prowled, taken one man at a time, a trail of bodies rather than a pile. There's a moment spent just watching the other man's brilliant, golden charge, brow cocked curiously, but he'll get a response in just before another round of shots are fired.
At least it's more fun this way. ]
Gotcha.
[ Lancer knocks aside a spray of bullets with his spear, buckshot crumpling on impact and falling soundlessly to the sand. He leaves Achilles to his mark, leaping ahead in a blur. Landing by a gunners' nest, he slashes through its sandbag barricades in a flurry of grit, bandits sent scrambling out into the open like bees escaping a hive. Easy targets, besides maybe the fact that they all have guns. ]
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But for both being spearmen, Achilles's approach is... flashier than his, literally and figuratively. Lancer would've prowled, taken one man at a time, a trail of bodies rather than a pile. There's a moment spent just watching the other man's brilliant, golden charge, brow cocked curiously, but he'll get a response in just before another round of shots are fired.
At least it's more fun this way. ]
Gotcha.
[ Lancer knocks aside a spray of bullets with his spear, buckshot crumpling on impact and falling soundlessly to the sand. He leaves Achilles to his mark, leaping ahead in a blur. Landing by a gunners' nest, he slashes through its sandbag barricades in a flurry of grit, bandits sent scrambling out into the open like bees escaping a hive. Easy targets, besides maybe the fact that they all have guns. ]