[Carver twists at the crash of Logan's spider through the trees, hands high on the grip of his weapon. He relaxes when he realizes it's another person, and not another gaggle of spiders, but not quite enough for him to drop the on-guard set of his fighting stance.
That said— his eyes do linger a little on Logan's hands when the claws retract, curious and fascinated. That's certainly not magic.]
Just a matter of time til it's me. [Matter-of-fact. Accepting the inevitability of your own death comes with the job.] Least I can say it's not right now, and not to these bloody things.
[He kicks the spider corpse over, a rough search for anything that looks like it might be halfway useful. He's not expecting much.]
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That said— his eyes do linger a little on Logan's hands when the claws retract, curious and fascinated. That's certainly not magic.]
Just a matter of time til it's me. [Matter-of-fact. Accepting the inevitability of your own death comes with the job.] Least I can say it's not right now, and not to these bloody things.
[He kicks the spider corpse over, a rough search for anything that looks like it might be halfway useful. He's not expecting much.]