Bruce thought about Theron's 'I don't want to kill that.' and sighed..
He understood it. There was something in him that agreed with it.
He set that aside. It made him wonder about Theron's past. What was his past that made him have this kind of mentality?
But also Kael said It was food and he's right. It was beautiful and it was food, and in this realm those were not separate categories.
And Bruce was hungry.
"On three," Bruce said quietly. "I'll take the lead one with bullets. Kael, second one with flame. Theron, your scythe is back?"
Theron checked his hand. He extended his fingers and concentrated, and the long curved blade bloomed into existence in his grip the way it had in the mist. He had recovered just enough soul energy on the carriage and at the Guild to call it again. The scythe was thinner than it had been before, a sign of how depleted he still was, but it was solid enough to cut.
"Back," Theron confirmed, voice steadier than Bruce had expected.
