Miller doesn't argue against 'warlike and hateful'; Naugus' assessment is perfectly valid, but that doesn't change the fact that he wants the work guaranteed.
The claw contact gets a frown, but he allows it as he steels himself and steps through the portal. A chill runs up his spine and he's swept with a feeling of stomach-turning vertigo, but he's not missing any parts?
It's like walking into a sauna after the biting chill of the Nexus. Kaz lets out a relieved sigh and spares a glance back at Naugus and the Costa Rican side of the portal. Looks like it found an equivalent "frame" between a pair of formidable trees and their moss-laden boughs.
"¡Oye! ¿Quien es?" a female voice calls through the underbrush.
"Shit," Miller hisses, turning to look for the source.
"¿Commandante? ¿Es usted?" A woman emerges, clad in camo BDUs and carrying an assault rifle. Despite recognizing her commander, her eyes go wide and she keeps the gun trained on the utterly horrifying creature next to him.
"Yeah. It's me. Lower your weapon, Snail," he orders in English.
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The claw contact gets a frown, but he allows it as he steels himself and steps through the portal. A chill runs up his spine and he's swept with a feeling of stomach-turning vertigo, but he's not missing any parts?
It's like walking into a sauna after the biting chill of the Nexus. Kaz lets out a relieved sigh and spares a glance back at Naugus and the Costa Rican side of the portal. Looks like it found an equivalent "frame" between a pair of formidable trees and their moss-laden boughs.
"¡Oye! ¿Quien es?" a female voice calls through the underbrush.
"Shit," Miller hisses, turning to look for the source.
"¿Commandante? ¿Es usted?" A woman emerges, clad in camo BDUs and carrying an assault rifle. Despite recognizing her commander, her eyes go wide and she keeps the gun trained on the utterly horrifying creature next to him.
"Yeah. It's me. Lower your weapon, Snail," he orders in English.