He was alone, yes. I'm not sure if I would have been successful if there had been more than one. [ He is confident and cocky but he isn't stupid. Je isn't seasoned enough at the naga thing to fuck up any more than one human at a time. ] He is one of those anti-monster guys from uptown. He came with his own pitchfork and everything. He's been studying Rabble-Rousing 101.
[ He huffs and haphazardly pulls the man up by the arm. Held high above his head, the act brings the man's face nearly nose to nose with his. ] He has a frame worth killing. Had... Has... [ Implying that he will be useful enough to keep him fed for a few weeks. Rohan's coo is bored and frustrated himself. It's like having to wash the floor or mow the lawn. A chore. ] Humans should know better than to look a naga in the eyes. They've lived here long enough.
[ Stating the fact, Rohan opens up his mouth. Fangs unpeel from the roof of it and he bites the juncture of his victim's neck and shoulder again for one more good measure. The ensuing fizzing noise fills the warm, quiet room all the while as his venom begins eating away at the bite again. Now bits and pieces of the surface skin and the veins he nailed before begin to bubble and pop. Mouth pulling away for him to stick a finger in the wound-- ]
He didn't land anything. All I lost were a few teeth through biting him. He didn't stand a chance.
[ A single blink has him staring across the way at Jotaro. He has taken note of the temperature change. He knows the baser temperature at this point and it has quite obviously risen. The question of 'What is it?' hangs there silently even as he rips his eyes away to gouge at the hole in his kill's neck again with his claws. ]
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[ He huffs and haphazardly pulls the man up by the arm. Held high above his head, the act brings the man's face nearly nose to nose with his. ] He has a frame worth killing. Had... Has... [ Implying that he will be useful enough to keep him fed for a few weeks. Rohan's coo is bored and frustrated himself. It's like having to wash the floor or mow the lawn. A chore. ] Humans should know better than to look a naga in the eyes. They've lived here long enough.
[ Stating the fact, Rohan opens up his mouth. Fangs unpeel from the roof of it and he bites the juncture of his victim's neck and shoulder again for one more good measure. The ensuing fizzing noise fills the warm, quiet room all the while as his venom begins eating away at the bite again. Now bits and pieces of the surface skin and the veins he nailed before begin to bubble and pop. Mouth pulling away for him to stick a finger in the wound-- ]
He didn't land anything. All I lost were a few teeth through biting him. He didn't stand a chance.
[ A single blink has him staring across the way at Jotaro. He has taken note of the temperature change. He knows the baser temperature at this point and it has quite obviously risen. The question of 'What is it?' hangs there silently even as he rips his eyes away to gouge at the hole in his kill's neck again with his claws. ]