[ It's a good thing he has a helmet like he does. He categorizes the look of the person, the boy. Gills, the cut of his skin, the look of his face. He looks different than the last time the Manta saw him.
That doesn't mean he doesn't recognize his own flesh and blood. How could he not?
He laughs, something that echoes loud in his helmet. ]
Or maybe just selective enough.
[ He steps forward, slowly, muscles tense and brandishing the dark blade in one hand. ]
um yes!!
That doesn't mean he doesn't recognize his own flesh and blood. How could he not?
He laughs, something that echoes loud in his helmet. ]
Or maybe just selective enough.
[ He steps forward, slowly, muscles tense and brandishing the dark blade in one hand. ]