[Damian doesn't need to look at Jason. It's a quiet relief. Tim isn't really in any fighting condition - broken arm, missing spleen, his constant refusal to sleep that not even threatening to exploit as a means to kill him has made him fix.
So he just nods. He has roughly ten batarangs left on his belt. Not enough to share without cutting into his supply. But Jason's not in a state to be a melee combatant currently, so he fishes a set of five out and hands them out.]
Keep track of them.
[Works better than a knife right now. He doesn't feel the need to explain that
Damian moves forward, following the tracks. Because they continue, and continue. Leading, as he suspected... towards the cabins.
There's a very simple way to get their attention.]
Get ready. [He regrets leaving his bow at home. He regrets leaving his sword even more. But he has his bare hands, and that's always been enough.
He puts his fingers to his lips, and whistles sharp enough to echo outward. In the blistering awful fog, he can see it now. It turns, prowls, and starts running toward them.]
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So he just nods. He has roughly ten batarangs left on his belt. Not enough to share without cutting into his supply. But Jason's not in a state to be a melee combatant currently, so he fishes a set of five out and hands them out.]
Keep track of them.
[Works better than a knife right now. He doesn't feel the need to explain that
Damian moves forward, following the tracks. Because they continue, and continue. Leading, as he suspected... towards the cabins.
There's a very simple way to get their attention.]
Get ready. [He regrets leaving his bow at home. He regrets leaving his sword even more. But he has his bare hands, and that's always been enough.
He puts his fingers to his lips, and whistles sharp enough to echo outward. In the blistering awful fog, he can see it now. It turns, prowls, and starts running toward them.]