He does, lurching backwards and lowering the steel bar clutched in his hand. He didn't like the look on that cloud's face, after all.
"I think it's--" Whatever he intended to say is cut off as he notices the forgotten and stripped-down minibear crouching in the shadow. It leaps and he reacts, bringing up the hook of the prybar into the thing's chest cavity and catching it in midair.
For a horrible second, it claws at him as it slides down the weapon. Gordon snarls and slings it downward, crashing it on top of the larger one. The heap twitches, then goes still.
Gordon pants for a moment. Two. Then:
"Okay, any MORE of these things out there waiting to give us a hug?!" He yells to the room at large, brandishing the crowbar as he does so. "'Cuz there's still a lot of love to go around! Eeugh, jeezuschrist, those things were creepy..."
That last part is barely audible, but still there.
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"I think it's--" Whatever he intended to say is cut off as he notices the forgotten and stripped-down minibear crouching in the shadow. It leaps and he reacts, bringing up the hook of the prybar into the thing's chest cavity and catching it in midair.
For a horrible second, it claws at him as it slides down the weapon. Gordon snarls and slings it downward, crashing it on top of the larger one. The heap twitches, then goes still.
Gordon pants for a moment. Two. Then:
"Okay, any MORE of these things out there waiting to give us a hug?!" He yells to the room at large, brandishing the crowbar as he does so. "'Cuz there's still a lot of love to go around! Eeugh, jeezuschrist, those things were creepy..."
That last part is barely audible, but still there.