Good thing Keith makes his move- Cayde was running out of tree! He hears the surprised sounds of the creatures and peeks back out from his cover. The tree's started to creak then, the acid taking its toll as it eats through the trunk. Optics flicking upwards, the Exo gets an idea.
Meanwhile the creatures see Keith armed and find in him a new threat. They forget about their weapons completely, falling back on what seems to be their main method of attack- spit balls. They spatter and fly after the pilot, causing patches of grass and bark to sizzle and blacken.
Suddenly from behind them is a snapping sound and the rustle of leaves. "Timber!" Cayde calls out, the upper portion of his former tree cover creaking omniously as it tips and then falls. It's not a terribly big tree, but it still catches a couple of the creatures off guard and beneath it. It just plain misses two of the others, one of which had just covered its head when the third had actually dove out of the way.
Keith barely dodged the falling tree and the attackers, but managed to squeak out unscathed... at least, from the branches. He grimaced, though, as some of that spit soaked a hole through the leg of his pants just above his knee.
Cayde raised his arms in typical fashion of celebration. That Keith had gotten out of the way was quite reassuring, however he looked a litlte concerned to see he'd been spat at.
"Uh...acid spit? Well, acid to not-people and materials. But I'm still not convinced it isn't completely harmless to flesh!" he said, watching anxiously as the remaining Graq recover from their shock and then begin their guttural gabbing and attacks anew. With Keith in immediate sight, they turn to take aim.
Keith looked even more grossed-out for just long enough, but dropped back down into a fight stance as the creatures began moving again after recovering from their shock.
Acidic to non-organic material... so he had to be careful with his bayard. Got it... Good thing he had a backup knife.
At least it was only three more, but angry, scared, unpredictable and ready-to-spitball-you sorts were hardly harmless. They started to spit one after the other once they saw Keith look to be ready to attack.
Cayde had long since holstered his own gun- he hadn't fired a single shot with it anyway. He moved to where Jon had collapsed to check on him and pull him back to where he wouldn't be in danger of getting caught up in spit crossfire again.
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Meanwhile the creatures see Keith armed and find in him a new threat. They forget about their weapons completely, falling back on what seems to be their main method of attack- spit balls. They spatter and fly after the pilot, causing patches of grass and bark to sizzle and blacken.
Suddenly from behind them is a snapping sound and the rustle of leaves. "Timber!" Cayde calls out, the upper portion of his former tree cover creaking omniously as it tips and then falls. It's not a terribly big tree, but it still catches a couple of the creatures off guard and beneath it. It just plain misses two of the others, one of which had just covered its head when the third had actually dove out of the way.
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"Gross... what is that?"
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"Uh...acid spit? Well, acid to not-people and materials. But I'm still not convinced it isn't completely harmless to flesh!" he said, watching anxiously as the remaining Graq recover from their shock and then begin their guttural gabbing and attacks anew. With Keith in immediate sight, they turn to take aim.
"Crap- incoming!"
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Acidic to non-organic material... so he had to be careful with his bayard. Got it... Good thing he had a backup knife.
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Cayde had long since holstered his own gun- he hadn't fired a single shot with it anyway. He moved to where Jon had collapsed to check on him and pull him back to where he wouldn't be in danger of getting caught up in spit crossfire again.