Jack meets Yako and steps in front of her, scowling at the arm. "I was hoping you could tell me." He's seen a lot of things since being Ported, many of them bad, but this is something else.
He falls back on caution, bracing the shotgun on his hip and aiming at the arm, keeping it covered. Two barrels full of buckshot will shred the thing if it's made of anything like human flesh. He doesn't cock the firing hammers back though, not yet.
"It attacked you in the stable?" he asks Yako, wondering if the arm can 'see' them or if there's some other intelligence controlling this thing. For all he knows the arm is a solitary life-form, the latest in Vulcanus' long line of warped experiments. Stranger things have happened.
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He falls back on caution, bracing the shotgun on his hip and aiming at the arm, keeping it covered. Two barrels full of buckshot will shred the thing if it's made of anything like human flesh. He doesn't cock the firing hammers back though, not yet.
"It attacked you in the stable?" he asks Yako, wondering if the arm can 'see' them or if there's some other intelligence controlling this thing. For all he knows the arm is a solitary life-form, the latest in Vulcanus' long line of warped experiments. Stranger things have happened.