His first panicked idea is reinforcements which doesn't cheer Fjord at all given his already dire situation. But the roar of the unfamiliar vehicles draws in, and the sounds of battle just seem to ramp up as the new group seems to be more interested in chasing off the slavers than messing with him.
He has no clue what powers the vehicles, the biggest of them honestly sounds like it's got a dragon somewhere inside of it, but so long as the riders are friendly or at the very least neutral, he'll be plenty happy to see them. Only when the slavers have turned tail does he focus much on the strangers, and carefully picking himself up from the sand and his cover, though he leaned against it for the moment as he was taking stock of his own state during the uneasy sort of standoff that culminated in someone coming out of the largest vehicle and approaching. Yellow eyes darting to her, but she wasn't broadcasting an intent to attack, and her behavior and words seemed to back that up enough that it gave Fjord heart that this could end without him getting wrecked even more.
"Given I'm rightly out-gunned here, I'm not about to go startin' trouble where it don't need startin' ma'am." He drawled, slipping his dagger and the last axe he had away. He could have them at the ready in a blink but better all around to try and play the diplomatic route here.
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Date: 2021-02-28 04:25 am (UTC)He has no clue what powers the vehicles, the biggest of them honestly sounds like it's got a dragon somewhere inside of it, but so long as the riders are friendly or at the very least neutral, he'll be plenty happy to see them. Only when the slavers have turned tail does he focus much on the strangers, and carefully picking himself up from the sand and his cover, though he leaned against it for the moment as he was taking stock of his own state during the uneasy sort of standoff that culminated in someone coming out of the largest vehicle and approaching. Yellow eyes darting to her, but she wasn't broadcasting an intent to attack, and her behavior and words seemed to back that up enough that it gave Fjord heart that this could end without him getting wrecked even more.
"Given I'm rightly out-gunned here, I'm not about to go startin' trouble where it don't need startin' ma'am." He drawled, slipping his dagger and the last axe he had away. He could have them at the ready in a blink but better all around to try and play the diplomatic route here.