[Funny he mentions people swooping in and saving him, because quite literally that's exactly what happens.
The swoop comes courtesy of the two massive leathery wings sprouting from the creature's back; the rescue comes courtesy of the taloned feet. But what's perhaps odd about this sudden and unexpected death from above is that — well, that it actually isn't death at all. On the contrary, all of the blows that rain down are wholly nonfatal ones, seemingly more targeted toward knocking the mob back and drawing their attention away from Polnareff than actually killing anyone.
One of the humans drops his torch and runs; he's the sensible one, probably. The other three decide to stand and fight, and that's when the apparition lands and folds down his wings like he thinks he's the motherfucking Batman and —
Quite curiously, makes eye contact with all of them one by one, and speaks.]
You didn't find anything here. Get the hell out.
[...And unbelievably enough, they leave. Which leaves Polnareff alone with the monster, who turns to him in the moonlight and reveals a profile in silhouette that —
...
...That's wearing a hat with the back ripped out, and a flash of gold trim and pins as the creature finishes its pivot and approaches him slowly.]
UNLUCKY FOUR | MISTA WARNED YOU BRO
The swoop comes courtesy of the two massive leathery wings sprouting from the creature's back; the rescue comes courtesy of the taloned feet. But what's perhaps odd about this sudden and unexpected death from above is that — well, that it actually isn't death at all. On the contrary, all of the blows that rain down are wholly nonfatal ones, seemingly more targeted toward knocking the mob back and drawing their attention away from Polnareff than actually killing anyone.
One of the humans drops his torch and runs; he's the sensible one, probably. The other three decide to stand and fight, and that's when the apparition lands and folds down his wings like he thinks he's the motherfucking Batman and —
Quite curiously, makes eye contact with all of them one by one, and speaks.]
You didn't find anything here. Get the hell out.
[...And unbelievably enough, they leave. Which leaves Polnareff alone with the monster, who turns to him in the moonlight and reveals a profile in silhouette that —
...
...That's wearing a hat with the back ripped out, and a flash of gold trim and pins as the creature finishes its pivot and approaches him slowly.]
...It's fine. Nobody's going to h—
[But. Well.
Heightened night vision's a stinker, ain't it?]
...P...Pol...nareff...?