[ Joel throws one last blow of the rifle, a clean sweep, and the bones shatter and shards fly out in all direction. Lucky for Joel he's out of the line of fire, but when all is said and done he hits his knees and takes a breath, tired, and sore from the fall off of Callus from earlier.
He roots through the bones, no entrails, nothing substantial. Just sharpened matter, something for later, maybe trapping or rigging material, it was too early to tell. ]
You made a good distraction.
[ Which is about as close to a thank you as this guy is gonna get but Joel heaves to his feet with his pick of the debris and shuffles the rest with his boot. ]
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He roots through the bones, no entrails, nothing substantial. Just sharpened matter, something for later, maybe trapping or rigging material, it was too early to tell. ]
You made a good distraction.
[ Which is about as close to a thank you as this guy is gonna get but Joel heaves to his feet with his pick of the debris and shuffles the rest with his boot. ]