That would be-- [Barclay is watching, stunned, as the buffalo starts to stagger to its feet, way over there. If it weren't for its offspring, no doubt it'd be down for the count, but mother-fear drives the animal to her feet and she goes to her child, even though she's disoriented and slow and badly off-balance.] —an excellent idea.
[The creature is not in any kind of fighting shape, but she's still looking about, dizzily, ready to overreact at the first sign of trouble. Barclay gathers Kenzi's hand in his own, quick.]
I'm quite all right. Shocked. Your abilities are magnificent. [Flourd the possum runs straight into the raccoon by accident, then straightens his path.]
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[The creature is not in any kind of fighting shape, but she's still looking about, dizzily, ready to overreact at the first sign of trouble. Barclay gathers Kenzi's hand in his own, quick.]
I'm quite all right. Shocked. Your abilities are magnificent. [Flourd the possum runs straight into the raccoon by accident, then straightens his path.]