Kaz pauses to check on Antelope and the soldier who stopped to assist. He looks up at his commander with wide eyes. "What is that thing, sir?"
"No time to explain. Give me your radio." The soldier, Iguana, immediately complies, disentangling his radio from his gear and pushing it into his commander's waiting hand.
Miller wastes no time pressing on, dials into the patrol's frequency and issues an order: "Maintain a visual, proceed with stealth, but do not attempt to engage the target. Await my further instructions."
Three confirmations crackle in response, and Miller feels slightly more at ease. These soldiers certainly aren't equipped for wizard suppression, whatever the hell that entails. It's not as if he is, either, but he's got a slightly better chance of dealing with the Mobian.
Naugus might begin to get the impression that they've given up. It's certainly a lot quieter now -- at least in terms of things that are not Naugus himself.
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"No time to explain. Give me your radio." The soldier, Iguana, immediately complies, disentangling his radio from his gear and pushing it into his commander's waiting hand.
Miller wastes no time pressing on, dials into the patrol's frequency and issues an order: "Maintain a visual, proceed with stealth, but do not attempt to engage the target. Await my further instructions."
Three confirmations crackle in response, and Miller feels slightly more at ease. These soldiers certainly aren't equipped for wizard suppression, whatever the hell that entails. It's not as if he is, either, but he's got a slightly better chance of dealing with the Mobian.
Naugus might begin to get the impression that they've given up. It's certainly a lot quieter now -- at least in terms of things that are not Naugus himself.