"Ah-" Donnie blinks, wrenching himself out of his thoughts before that overthink can kick in.
Ranged isn't usually his preference but he can still manage, and at the moment it doesn't seem like he has much choice. Those same bright lines of magenta begin to trace in the air beside him even before he puts his hand out, and by then his clawed fingers (uggh not again) grasp the rifle. Some sort of hardlight construct?
He braces it and takes aim to fire at the hounds that try getting around the icy barrier, hoping to thin them out enough that any managing to get in closer can be handled by the other. It seems this person is no stranger to the melee approach at least.
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"Ah-" Donnie blinks, wrenching himself out of his thoughts before that overthink can kick in.
Ranged isn't usually his preference but he can still manage, and at the moment it doesn't seem like he has much choice. Those same bright lines of magenta begin to trace in the air beside him even before he puts his hand out, and by then his clawed fingers (uggh not again) grasp the rifle. Some sort of hardlight construct?
He braces it and takes aim to fire at the hounds that try getting around the icy barrier, hoping to thin them out enough that any managing to get in closer can be handled by the other. It seems this person is no stranger to the melee approach at least.