ooc: If you check, Dave, you'll notice that you, (not Roland) referred to Pseok as Splat.
Could he fight?
Could he fight?
Actually, yes, he could fight.
In fact, if he got a little to out of control, things tended to get a bit too messy, which was something he didn't particularly want to happen, but as things were starting to look a bit messy anyway he felt that if the worst came to the worst he could probably get away with letting himself go.
Even if Roland did chase him off and leave him to wonder the world alone again. Still, all in a days work.
Pseok, without waiting to give an answer (it was one of those situations where a badly thought out sarcastic comment had to wait) he took off into the air, flew directly towards the crowd, hoped the gunslinger would have the sence not to shoot at the... people he was after, wondered what tar-things tasted like and then swooped down towards the swarm of humans, grabbing a head in one of his claws, squeezed to the point where he felt the skull collapse under the pressure (and a very odd-feeling skull it was, not at all like the last (and first) skull he crushed), let go, swooped up and repeated the process a couple of times before flying back to the gunslinger and letting out the comment he'd been saving especially for a situation like this:
Pseok: "That answer your question?"
He gave a signiture death-glare/grin.
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