[Okay. That’s not… what she expected her rescuer to look like. A duck. She’s a duck. A duck with a SWORD. Considering that she just became a muse less than a week ago and learned about the existence of gods and goddesses you’d think that a duck with a gun would be less surprising.
But here she is, all surprised.
The sword is fucking useful, though, and Grace scrambles backwards and to her feet, eyes locked on where the tentacle had come from. She does spare a glance sideways though.]
I mean yeah, a sword should absolutely have a cool name. And thanks. For the rescue.
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But here she is, all surprised.
The sword is fucking useful, though, and Grace scrambles backwards and to her feet, eyes locked on where the tentacle had come from. She does spare a glance sideways though.]
I mean yeah, a sword should absolutely have a cool name. And thanks. For the rescue.
[Freddie would absolutely love this duck.]