Re: In the Land of Zu
"That," the thin Rynnish gun mage stated ominously, as she watched the cadre of armed, winged men approach, "looks ominous." Her brow was furrowed slightly and her lips were pressed into a thin, tight moue as she peered through her extended spyglass at the flying figures.
Part of her was impressed, she'd love to have had the ability to fly. Part of her dreaded such a meeting, for if it turned violent, the dozen with the third degree of freedom in their movement would have a distinct advantage. She checked to see the demeanor and disposition of the dozen that were flying towards them.
Hearing the eagerness of some of her other teammates with respect to an armed conflict, Danyka grimaced slightly. The lithe Llaelese woman held out a gloved hand, palm downwards - a gesture for the others to stand down until she could make her assessment better, "Don't draw until we know they are aggressive. They could simply be an envoy...."
But she had to concede. "However," Dany noted with a slight sigh, "if they are out for blood - I want one or more sets of those wings for study." It was a simple and direct order ... with implications. Like the battle with the Sahuagin, prisoners were preferable. And like the interaction with the Rish, intact new tech to study was always a bonus. She motioned for her fellow Fisters to disperse around the deck and not clump, though she kept close to Rrger, Marco, and the Captain of the Resolute to present group for their counterparts to approach (or target) easily.
Honestly, Danyka hoped that it would not come to blows, but the pit in her gut told her otherwise. As an Initiate of Morrow, she'd abhored violence; and yet, she found herself consigned to the Iron Fist, all of whose members were chosen for that 'special' duty assignment not for their gentle natures...