[ His head picks up at the discussion of non-combatants. Tim knows that they're referring to them, but he's not inclined to correct the assumption aloud.
With actions, however, that can't be helped. One of the wheel-footed creatures takes exception to the rock Bart threw and charges in; Tim smoothly takes out three of its legs with a whip of his bo. The creature hits the ground with shoulder and head with some force. ]
Imp, are you okay? You're bleeding.
[ He's not being a master of the obvious. Sometimes, it takes a minute to recognize an injury, when you're used to adrenaline rushes. For that matter, what is Dixon used to? ]
Are you guys sure Dixon should take the rear? How good is he with that, er, shield?
[ The way he says shield basically implies Tim thinks it's a Halloween costume or office gag prop. ]
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With actions, however, that can't be helped. One of the wheel-footed creatures takes exception to the rock Bart threw and charges in; Tim smoothly takes out three of its legs with a whip of his bo. The creature hits the ground with shoulder and head with some force. ]
Imp, are you okay? You're bleeding.
[ He's not being a master of the obvious. Sometimes, it takes a minute to recognize an injury, when you're used to adrenaline rushes. For that matter, what is Dixon used to? ]
Are you guys sure Dixon should take the rear? How good is he with that, er, shield?
[ The way he says shield basically implies Tim thinks it's a Halloween costume or office gag prop. ]