[ nico's face twists into something of a smirk; he's lost in the rush of battle and it's about the only time that his guard even slips a little. unfortunately for their big, rocky friend, the change in mood is a result of nico getting ready to take another shot with his sword. this time, he's aiming for a much more painful spot — the strike wedges his sword right in between the alien's side, piercing what would be a lung if it was vaguely humanoid.
it's still strange to not see anything he's battling not crumble into dust, but he manages to keep his hold steady and twists. ]
What do you want here, anyways?
[ he has to ask, even if the alien may never give him a response. ]
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[ nico's face twists into something of a smirk; he's lost in the rush of battle and it's about the only time that his guard even slips a little. unfortunately for their big, rocky friend, the change in mood is a result of nico getting ready to take another shot with his sword. this time, he's aiming for a much more painful spot — the strike wedges his sword right in between the alien's side, piercing what would be a lung if it was vaguely humanoid.
it's still strange to not see anything he's battling not crumble into dust, but he manages to keep his hold steady and twists. ]
What do you want here, anyways?
[ he has to ask, even if the alien may never give him a response. ]