The Eighth Sortie [Action]

[yellowthirteen]

[Times are not good to be a normal guy in Luceti.  This grounded fighter ace has no powers worth speaking of, and the only thing he has to keep him alive is a handgun.  He was caught outside when the sky opened up this afternoon, and his passage to Litchi's house has been cut off by swarms of summons, generally far stronger than he is.

He's taken

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Either before or after works, take your pick!

[13th_captain]

[Arumat has learned not to underestimate humans in the time he's spent around them, but despite his own dislike of guns, he's well aware of their weaknesses as a weapon and knows damn well that a human armed only with a gun is at a serious disadvantage against a horde of rampaging monsters.

So, in his own Arumat way, he's going to walk over without a word to see if Thirteen is all right.]

[yellowthirteen]

[By now, Nu had already mopped up the Draco Zombie and was on her way. Ever thankful, Thirteen decided to move on, heading toward a safe place. He was about a third of the way there, (given he still hasn't encountered a certain bird yet...), currently pressed against a wrecked wall, looking over to make sure the coast was clear. Of course, there's Arumat too.]

Good to see you Captain. You're looking well.

[13th_captain]

[Arumat's only response is a nod as he shoulders his scythe after glancing around to make sure there aren't any errant monsters still lurking about.]

Your ammunition, how much is left?

[yellowthirteen]

Two more 12 round magazines. Got four rounds in the current magazine, one chambered.

[13th_captain]

[He pauses, considering.]

Where are you headed?