Understood. [It's almost strange, having someone offer information without Saïx having to pry for it. Recon missions where it's permissible to interact with the locals are rare enough, but ones where they openly share intel... Kay may not a native to this world, but he may as well be for Saïx's purposes.
With Kay descending and evidently turning away from the fence, Saïx takes it to mean their job is done for the night. He dismisses his claymore. In an instant, the large weapon flashes with a large blue-white glow, and then disappears. (Were there strange, thorny dark swirls around that flash, too? Yeah. Yeah, there were.)
Saïx then also pauses, glancing over his shoulder at the zombies they've slain. The bodies are still there. Of all the things to strike him as strange, here...]
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With Kay descending and evidently turning away from the fence, Saïx takes it to mean their job is done for the night. He dismisses his claymore. In an instant, the large weapon flashes with a large blue-white glow, and then disappears. (Were there strange, thorny dark swirls around that flash, too? Yeah. Yeah, there were.)
Saïx then also pauses, glancing over his shoulder at the zombies they've slain. The bodies are still there. Of all the things to strike him as strange, here...]