[Carlisle, having been looking elsewhere to examine their options in tandem with Qubit, doesn't see him draw his weapon; the blast may just be a reasonable pew pew, but it's still a surprise for the skittish clergyman. He jumps backwards with all the energy of a spooked cat, but none of the grace, stumbling into the display he'd tried to push earlier. Walnuts from the stand go clattering to the floor, their uneven shapes giving them unpredictable trajectories as they bounce and roll in every direction.
He looks from the walnuts on the floor to the undeads in sight, and only one from the "Organic Produce" section seems to have noticed. No wait, two. Three as another comes out from around one of the aisles. Oh dear.]
Right. I'll draw, you distract.
[With that, he darts to the center aisle and crouches, scribbling with his chalk. In good news, he's well-practiced at writing this particular glyph, and despite the unsteadiness of his hand, it should work. The main problem is he needs to draw several of these, and he's not sure how long it'll be until more undeads notice their presence.]
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He looks from the walnuts on the floor to the undeads in sight, and only one from the "Organic Produce" section seems to have noticed. No wait, two. Three as another comes out from around one of the aisles. Oh dear.]
Right. I'll draw, you distract.
[With that, he darts to the center aisle and crouches, scribbling with his chalk. In good news, he's well-practiced at writing this particular glyph, and despite the unsteadiness of his hand, it should work. The main problem is he needs to draw several of these, and he's not sure how long it'll be until more undeads notice their presence.]