If pressed, Sam wouldn't be able to really say why it is he's wandering the beach right now. Boredom, possibly. A simple lack of anything better to do. Or he could say he's surveying, still studying the city's now thriving population, and that wouldn't entirely be a lie.
Except that there really aren't that many people at the beach this time of night and it's more difficult to watch anyone with any accuracy while half drunk on cheap whiskey.
At least he's had a lot of practice with that, though.
When he sees the figure standing at the edge of the waves, Sam actually pauses to stare for a long moment, suddenly wondering just how drunk he really is. After all, it's not often he sees a person in flowing black robes lifting a sword against a spitting reptile. Not here anyway. Not in a long, long time.
Immediately, Sam drops his bottle of booze into the sand and grabs the gun he keeps tucked in the back of his jeans, cocking it as he stumbles into a jog. "Hey!" Sam shouts, stopping long enough to take aim at the writhing creature.
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Except that there really aren't that many people at the beach this time of night and it's more difficult to watch anyone with any accuracy while half drunk on cheap whiskey.
At least he's had a lot of practice with that, though.
When he sees the figure standing at the edge of the waves, Sam actually pauses to stare for a long moment, suddenly wondering just how drunk he really is. After all, it's not often he sees a person in flowing black robes lifting a sword against a spitting reptile. Not here anyway. Not in a long, long time.
Immediately, Sam drops his bottle of booze into the sand and grabs the gun he keeps tucked in the back of his jeans, cocking it as he stumbles into a jog. "Hey!" Sam shouts, stopping long enough to take aim at the writhing creature.