Nah'l had his scythe hefted between his two heads, the blade swinging jovially left and right. The left head was shaking, agitated at the pandering weakness of his hatchling-kin, right head was trying to whisper to get left heads attention to get him to focus on the situation ahead only to start following the swinging of the scythe blade, mesmerized by it. Left head hissed at right head, right head hissed at left head and then they both turned over their center shoulder and hissed at their kin who kept to the middle of the group, attempting to bolster their own confidence with petty comments of guarding the rear or somesuch things.
Right head and left head had no such lack of confidence. Nah'l continued forward, almost bumping into Lok-Nar and right head and left turned, grinning, and both arms reached in mirror fashion for the scythe.
Right head and left head had no such lack of confidence. Nah'l continued forward, almost bumping into Lok-Nar and right head and left turned, grinning, and both arms reached in mirror fashion for the scythe.
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