The arrival of someone else, even if Rafael couldn't make out much besides tall and bipedal, was something of a relief. In spite of the boast, his supply of bullets was very finite, and if two rounds hadn't taken the thing out, who knows how many it would have done.
He squinted in the direction of the stranger. His vision was starting to clear, at least, although the headache was redubling its efforts. Then the comment made him snort a laugh. "You don't say, stranger," he drawled as he let the rifle lower to a position where he wasn't threatening, but could still get it up again if something else jumped out snarling.
With a few blinks, and squinting against the light, he turned a careful circle to take in the surroundings. He spotted the disturbance his own movements had made easily enough, and the tracks of the... monster was the only word he had for it. And the tracks of the stranger. But nothing else that he could make out as sign of vehicles or moving bodies. Like he'd been dropped right out of the sky somehow. Far cry from what he'd expect men he'd made enemies of to do as some kind of half-baked revenge.
No point in wondering about that without any clues yet, and he did have someone here who didn't want him dead right away, so he'd started out with less before. He stopped his circle to face the stranger and turned up the charm. "But bullets are worth more 'n their weight in gold out here. Who do I owe thanks to for saving me more than I could probably spare?"
Aside from a split lip, and unfortunate coating of dirt, Rafael didn't look injured so much as dazed. His clothes were worn, but well cared for, decent shirt under a leather coat, and a necklace of turquoise hinting at some income. The kind of income being clear, well, that depended on whether the star-shaped badge that looked like it'd been shot through at least once was recognizable. He didn't look like he'd been robbed either, what with the rifle, a pistol mostly hidden by the jacket, and full packs strapped to his withers.
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Date: 2020-05-04 01:46 am (UTC)He squinted in the direction of the stranger. His vision was starting to clear, at least, although the headache was redubling its efforts. Then the comment made him snort a laugh. "You don't say, stranger," he drawled as he let the rifle lower to a position where he wasn't threatening, but could still get it up again if something else jumped out snarling.
With a few blinks, and squinting against the light, he turned a careful circle to take in the surroundings. He spotted the disturbance his own movements had made easily enough, and the tracks of the... monster was the only word he had for it. And the tracks of the stranger. But nothing else that he could make out as sign of vehicles or moving bodies. Like he'd been dropped right out of the sky somehow. Far cry from what he'd expect men he'd made enemies of to do as some kind of half-baked revenge.
No point in wondering about that without any clues yet, and he did have someone here who didn't want him dead right away, so he'd started out with less before. He stopped his circle to face the stranger and turned up the charm. "But bullets are worth more 'n their weight in gold out here. Who do I owe thanks to for saving me more than I could probably spare?"
Aside from a split lip, and unfortunate coating of dirt, Rafael didn't look injured so much as dazed. His clothes were worn, but well cared for, decent shirt under a leather coat, and a necklace of turquoise hinting at some income. The kind of income being clear, well, that depended on whether the star-shaped badge that looked like it'd been shot through at least once was recognizable. He didn't look like he'd been robbed either, what with the rifle, a pistol mostly hidden by the jacket, and full packs strapped to his withers.