[ Between the two of them, Gustave is arguably in worse shape, despite not having been the one to run up onto the creature and subsequently get batted off. He's curled a little into himself, his metal left hand pressed to a wound on the left side of his torso that opened up thanks to his movement earlier, slowly leaking blood into an already blood-stained uniform.
Still, he makes his way over to the boy after double-checking to make sure the beast is incapacitated, slowly sinking to a knee next to him. ]
You alright?
[ Yes seems to be the answer, but that hit could have cracked a rib or two, easily. ]
Those explosives were a good idea. Did you make them yourself?
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Still, he makes his way over to the boy after double-checking to make sure the beast is incapacitated, slowly sinking to a knee next to him. ]
You alright?
[ Yes seems to be the answer, but that hit could have cracked a rib or two, easily. ]
Those explosives were a good idea. Did you make them yourself?