Likewise, Archer. [The social niceties must be observed, right?
Most Casters are and Waver certainly doesn't move like a fighter to boot as they go along. More like a forensic detective - which might be great in hunting down clues but may be a little... worrying when faced with a live predator. But! There is some good news! Although he doesn't move like someone seasoned to combat, he's watching the surroundings with a certain level of calculation and wariness that suggests he's at least been around fights.
So while Archer will have to handle anything falling under 'close' and 'actual combat', at least Waver looks like he won't get in his way! Hopefully! ... maybe a prayer to your god is in order after all.
Then Waver narrows his eyes, staring ahead into what can only be a construction zone for a high rise; from the pit carved out deep in the earth rises a skeleton of steel and concrete clawing at the sky. The crews haven't managed to start on the outer shell of the building - the floors are open to the sky and swept by the winds racing through the heights. Two cranes have bundles of girders half hoisted to their destination hanging above the pit like the sword of Damocles; there are more stacked below along with other construction material like large, cavernous pipes for connection with the water mains and the sewer system. Debris is everywhere - bits of rebar sticking up here and there to stick the unwary. A labyrinth filled with pitfalls, convenient hiding places and other dangers, fit for this cat to play with what it considers a mouse.
What a lovely place for a fight, in other words. This will be fuuuuuunnn.]
Joy. [Flat.] It's in there.
[The snark falls away; Waver's all business. Though, if his heart was still beating, it'd be hammering its way out of his chest right now.]
What charming terrain. [Though perhaps he can make it work for them.] I'm going to tag it with a curse so it can't sneak up and ambush us easily. [Priority one: Prevent it from out-maneuvering and flanking them while increasing their chances of doing the same to it.] And see if we have to worry about any bystanders getting caught up in a fight. [Priority two: risk assessment. Starting with potential casualties.]
Hopefully this presents a challenge to your partner's liking.
[Priority three: Communication. Both of getting Archer's partner here and a general 'okay, how are we approaching killing the thing?']
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Most Casters are and Waver certainly doesn't move like a fighter to boot as they go along. More like a forensic detective - which might be great in hunting down clues but may be a little... worrying when faced with a live predator. But! There is some good news! Although he doesn't move like someone seasoned to combat, he's watching the surroundings with a certain level of calculation and wariness that suggests he's at least been around fights.
So while Archer will have to handle anything falling under 'close' and 'actual combat', at least Waver looks like he won't get in his way! Hopefully! ... maybe a prayer to your god is in order after all.
Then Waver narrows his eyes, staring ahead into what can only be a construction zone for a high rise; from the pit carved out deep in the earth rises a skeleton of steel and concrete clawing at the sky. The crews haven't managed to start on the outer shell of the building - the floors are open to the sky and swept by the winds racing through the heights. Two cranes have bundles of girders half hoisted to their destination hanging above the pit like the sword of Damocles; there are more stacked below along with other construction material like large, cavernous pipes for connection with the water mains and the sewer system. Debris is everywhere - bits of rebar sticking up here and there to stick the unwary. A labyrinth filled with pitfalls, convenient hiding places and other dangers, fit for this cat to play with what it considers a mouse.
What a lovely place for a fight, in other words. This will be fuuuuuunnn.]
Joy. [Flat.] It's in there.
[The snark falls away; Waver's all business. Though, if his heart was still beating, it'd be hammering its way out of his chest right now.]
What charming terrain. [Though perhaps he can make it work for them.] I'm going to tag it with a curse so it can't sneak up and ambush us easily. [Priority one: Prevent it from out-maneuvering and flanking them while increasing their chances of doing the same to it.] And see if we have to worry about any bystanders getting caught up in a fight. [Priority two: risk assessment. Starting with potential casualties.]
Hopefully this presents a challenge to your partner's liking.
[Priority three: Communication. Both of getting Archer's partner here and a general 'okay, how are we approaching killing the thing?']