[Hakkai spreads his hands in a tiny shrug.] Well, since you didn't need any help shooting them!
[He starts for the beach at a brisk walk, scooping up two of the fallen owls. They're not heavy, but they're large, and one per hand is about all he can manage without getting blood on his clothes. The wounds are small, and, he can't help but notice, neatly placed -- even from that distance, with a target in flight -- but they do still leak.]
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[He starts for the beach at a brisk walk, scooping up two of the fallen owls. They're not heavy, but they're large, and one per hand is about all he can manage without getting blood on his clothes. The wounds are small, and, he can't help but notice, neatly placed -- even from that distance, with a target in flight -- but they do still leak.]
We may need some trash bags for this.