[ The tears are abating, if only a little. Maybe it's because he's swimming and his face is drenched with saltwater, and he's still crying a lot, or it could be because he's forcing his body to calm down so that if he gets attacked, he's not taking in a lungful of ocean. He lost track. ]
Just shout if you can't get one of the-e-e-emmmmmmm!
[ He's still sobbing by the end of that wail though, and he's got a deathgrip on that knife. You better believe he will use it... as long as a sahuagin doesn't spook him and he drops it! As Hunk continues punching the Zadom pile into the backpack, he's no longer sure if the one at the bottom can still be considered a solid, at least until- ]
I-I got the last one!
[ But that backpack is full to bursting, like the poor Zadom at the bottom. So Hunk flips the arm-straps around before sliding it on, so the outside of the bag, where the opening is, presses against his chest so the contents don't spill. He's not putting himself in this much danger to do it halfway.
He starts swimming, and after the first stroke holds his knife with his teeth, biting down with what he assumed was enough force to crack those shells... but it was mostly nerves. He has no idea how the others on his team can manage with melee weapons and being face-first with so much danger. No idea at all, and a gurgling whine bubbles up by the time he's back on the move. ]
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Just shout if you can't get one of the-e-e-emmmmmmm!
[ He's still sobbing by the end of that wail though, and he's got a deathgrip on that knife. You better believe he will use it... as long as a sahuagin doesn't spook him and he drops it! As Hunk continues punching the Zadom pile into the backpack, he's no longer sure if the one at the bottom can still be considered a solid, at least until- ]
I-I got the last one!
[ But that backpack is full to bursting, like the poor Zadom at the bottom. So Hunk flips the arm-straps around before sliding it on, so the outside of the bag, where the opening is, presses against his chest so the contents don't spill. He's not putting himself in this much danger to do it halfway.
He starts swimming, and after the first stroke holds his knife with his teeth, biting down with what he assumed was enough force to crack those shells... but it was mostly nerves. He has no idea how the others on his team can manage with melee weapons and being face-first with so much danger. No idea at all, and a gurgling whine bubbles up by the time he's back on the move. ]