[ Bruce, rattled and bleeding -- secret's out now, not that he doubted that Hannibal didn't have a clue before -- huffs hard as the native's corpse is eased to the ground; one hand presses to where it -- he? she? no idea, still -- clawed him, raking over his side. ]
[ But he complies for the moment, bringing his flashlight back to bear, as he comes closer. ]
no subject
[ But he complies for the moment, bringing his flashlight back to bear, as he comes closer. ]
Guess that's the local population.