[ Every instinct is screaming at him to run, to start shooting and not stop until his clip is empty, to pray. The roots and flowers are bad enough, but that expression doesn't belong on Stampede's face. He's an idiot, not a monster, and this thing here? This thing is monstrous, just like the creatures that climbed off Priest William's slab.
Is this even really him? Is it really the Stampede? Wolfwood doesn't approach any closer -- he's not that stupid! -- but he raises his hands to show Blondie here that he's unarmed. Just here to help, pal, please don't bite his head off. ]
Are you doin' okay over there? You look a little... [ He gestures broadly at the pile of vines at Stampede's feet. ] ...stressed out.
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Is this even really him? Is it really the Stampede? Wolfwood doesn't approach any closer -- he's not that stupid! -- but he raises his hands to show Blondie here that he's unarmed. Just here to help, pal, please don't bite his head off. ]
Are you doin' okay over there? You look a little... [ He gestures broadly at the pile of vines at Stampede's feet. ] ...stressed out.