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[broroona]

[Blades slice through the air with a whistle and get batted away easily. disappointing but still effective. The dog was catching on. In a way, that made it more fun. With a faint grin, Baroona follows up, darting under the glaive as it knocks the other blade away–his free hand snaps the cord back so the knife will return. With his other blade he stabs deep into the jackal's thigh and slices out. Tear some ligaments, muscles, something. By the way the creature howls and falters, it seems to have worked.

A snarl forewarns him–he looks up, the other side of the glaive comes down. Baroona leans back just in time. The blade enters his thigh–an eye for an eye–where it would've met his back. Fatal blow avoided, but he still barks in pain as the end is pulled out. It starts to swing down again; Baroona doesn't wait to move. Pushing off his back leg, he shoves the jackal to the ground in a tackle, wrestling and cutting with it until–with a knife buried in its throat–it stops moving.

With a heavy sigh, Baroona sits up straight, wiping the sweat from his brow and fixing the cloth around his face. On the corpse's armor, he wipes his knives clean, draping the cord around his neck as he pushes off its body to stand...

And promptly falls over into the sand. Great.

Frowning, he tries again; fails again. He keeps it up, if only because falling helps him close the distance between himself and the well nearby.]

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[luxuriant]

Whoa, there.

[Though Zelos' approaching footsteps had been quiet enough in the sand of the desert, his voice is something that shoots his personality at any poor soul in hearing range. If that's not enough, he's stepping into view from the side soon enough, just as Baroona is pulling himself up from another fall. He'd been watching the guy for a little bit now-- just long enough to finish that Jackal and attempt to get closer to the well in such a clumsy way.

He knew nothing about the guy, so of course he was guarded, but that didn't mean Zelos was just going to walk away and leave a person in need to struggle like this. Not if he had the power to help it. He'd been like that even before he met Lloyd.

So he turns and takes a few steps backwards so he's facing Baroona properly head on, one hand on his hip as the other extends to help him up if he'd like to take it. Whether he does or doesn't, though, that smooth smirk doesn't leave Zelos' face.]

Looks like you could use some help.

[broroona]

[It was hard to pinpoint whether traveling with the stranger was worth the annoyance. The fussing every time he injured, the insistence over asking questions, the constant need to say stupid things. Baroona wouldn't mind it if he wasn't so smug about all of it.

But even Baroona had to admit that he was useful. A good enough fighter, having him around made their encounters go faster. And–even if most of the words out of his mouth sounded like prying, overcompensation, or a blatant facade–there was something comforting to the amount of which he talked about nothing.

In the end, Baroona decided he didn't mind.

It made the idea of camping with him for the night easier to settle with. They pick a spot within view of the river, under a small outcropping of rocks. Just guarded enough to be safe, open enough to keep an easy watch–it was ideal. Baroona's just managed to get the fire started when he looks towards Zelos.]

Can you go get some food?