[ Anderson is, by appearances, incurably militaristic: she has a full suit of body armor on in unrelenting black, and she wields a heavy pistol with the ease of it being part of her hands. She's been shooting the winged beasts with methodical precision and an almost eerie professionalism. No expression, just the steady rapport of her Lawgiver.
Until she spots Maleficent leading them away rather than attacking, and falters. Her first instinct is that this is a mutant, given the extra limbs and horns, but she knows already that her instincts are all wrong here, and in any case, that's no mutation she's ever seen. And she'd know.
She waits until there's an appropriate lull in the combat to approach-- perhaps Maleficent is taking a rest in the interim as well-- with a respectful demeanor, Lawgiver pistol held poised ready but pointing at the ground. The creatures could return at any time. ]
Excuse me. I wanted to ask you something, if that's alright.
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Until she spots Maleficent leading them away rather than attacking, and falters. Her first instinct is that this is a mutant, given the extra limbs and horns, but she knows already that her instincts are all wrong here, and in any case, that's no mutation she's ever seen. And she'd know.
She waits until there's an appropriate lull in the combat to approach-- perhaps Maleficent is taking a rest in the interim as well-- with a respectful demeanor, Lawgiver pistol held poised ready but pointing at the ground. The creatures could return at any time. ]
Excuse me. I wanted to ask you something, if that's alright.