IC: Sturg eventually groggily awoke. He looked around in a daze. The Vykker was still there. It seemed to want to shoot him. He didn't trust to charge at it in attack, it would be able to shoot him quicker, surely? There were more posters downstairs. But then again, would anyone/thing else he tried be so unwilling to help and try to kill him for whatever reason?
The Paramites below had gathered, hoping he'd fall off while unocnious. He let out a sudden, loud and sharp hiss at them. They all startled and leapt back, before slowly recomposing themselves. They didn't come closer, merely watched.
Where to go, where to go...maybe the Vykker had forgotten to reload its gun yet? He dashed and leapt across, and made a bite for the gun. Hopefully it wouldn't snatch the gun out the way quick enough and realise what he was planning...
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