[Lag. Surprise? The black mask tilts, just a little, stare behind it flicking between the two. Whatever Rinzler's interpretation, he doesn't offer it, instead nodding his appreciation for the arrival. A beat, and his helmet turns toward the dead panther.]
Requires fire.
[Don't mind that hand staying firmly locked around yours, Frisk.]
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Requires fire.
[Don't mind that hand staying firmly locked around yours, Frisk.]