As Zhen Liu and Lythero were hunting their assigned buffalo...
[Hey, looks like the maestro has finally decided on a strategy,] Hurricroak commented.
[He sure took awhile, though] Frosttusk rumbled.
[To be fair, he's doing this without us supporting him or taking his place in the fight,] Nepherage commented. [He's fighting at less than full power.]
[Then shouldn't that mean it's easier for him?]
[Eh.]
Long before Zhen Liu and his mortal allies had finished taking down their respective targets, Nepherage and the other kaijin had already finished killing their target buffalo.
Right now, the Ragnarockers were sitting upon the ice-cold corpse of a Long Horn Molten Iron Buffalo; Frosttusk had frozen the beast solid after sapping all of its heat at once.
[Eh, I don't mind how the director kills the beast; we're still going to be the ones who will have to clean the damn things up.] Razorstella commented as she flicked her knife-like claws clean of blood.
