Today was not a good day to be a monster. Little Quote was on the go and killing monsters was something he was very good at. The fact that he wasn't missing any limbs yet made him think so, even if the wind had got him rid of his cap.
He spotted the fighting monsters from a distance and checked the neckerchief around his face. The knot was still tight, meaning he wouldn't lose it in the following fight. Holding his machine gun steady, the robot crawled towards the place where the victor had dragged its prey into.
When it came to relatively humanoid creatures, Quote allowed them a warning. Monsters, though, could expect a 'shoot first, ask never' treatment, as he demonstrated with the barrage of energy blasts directed at the devouring creature.
This wasn't Bat's first monster of the day, but he wasn't going to lose out on the opportunity to feast on actual flesh while it lasted. As the first of the blasts hit his wing, he instinctively pulled both of them around him.
"Bastard!" He hissed. "What do you think you're doing?"
The monster talking instead of retaliating was... unexpected, most decidedly. Quote blinked, lowering his gun, and stared for a moment or two. He pulled down the cloth from his face.
"You're a monster," he replied, as if that'd explain everything.
"And you're an imbecile." That explained everything just as well as far as Bat was concerned. He landed, shifting back to human form as he did. "Don't you know what sorts of people live in this town?"
Quote might have been naïve, but he knew when insults were tossed his way. "No, I'm not," he said with a frown and a pout. The expression quickly dissolved, though, as being offended was something he wasn't used to be.
"Not ones that transform." His tone was not defensive, just matter-of-factly.
Bat rolled his eyes, leaning back against the dead crab monster with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Then you haven't been paying enough attention. We've been around for a while." And though he hated grouping himself with the others, there was no changing the fact that they were all the same creatures.
He spotted the fighting monsters from a distance and checked the neckerchief around his face. The knot was still tight, meaning he wouldn't lose it in the following fight. Holding his machine gun steady, the robot crawled towards the place where the victor had dragged its prey into.
When it came to relatively humanoid creatures, Quote allowed them a warning. Monsters, though, could expect a 'shoot first, ask never' treatment, as he demonstrated with the barrage of energy blasts directed at the devouring creature.
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"Bastard!" He hissed. "What do you think you're doing?"
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"You're a monster," he replied, as if that'd explain everything.
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"Not ones that transform." His tone was not defensive, just matter-of-factly.
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"Then you haven't been paying enough attention. We've been around for a while." And though he hated grouping himself with the others, there was no changing the fact that they were all the same creatures.
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