Of course something was trying to kill him. The novelty of that had long since faded away. It would have been nice to escape that in his dreams (at least he was pretty sure this was a dream), but that was probably asking for too much. Jullien was on everyone's hit list. He'd been dealing with that fact since he was five, and only more often in his adult life. Some monster made out of ice? The thing could take a number and get it's ass kicked just like everyone else.
Any normal person might start getting nervous as more and more fins starts to appear. Jules wasn't a normal person - hell he wasn't technically a person at all, but that was beside the point. All the circling sharks did to him was piss him off. Majorly.
"I've seriously sunk to a new low when even overgrown fish are trying to kill me."
He wasn't going to wait around for them to whittle down his room until they could drag him into the water either. Nobody could mistake Jullien for passive. He narrowed his eyes on the biggest shark. Taking that one out would make a point and could potentially chase the other ones away without him needing to do anything else. While he had a wonderful weapon against these things, his fire would also melt away the ice he was standing on. He'd prefer to avoid a swim if possible. Still, it would be more than worth the risk...
Quicksand
"Minsid hell!"
How had he even gotten himself into this situation? He was smart enough to identify quicksand long before he wound up in it. Given being stuck in one place made him a sitting duck for everyone after him, staying vigilant was important. Jullien was good at it too. Very good. So how the hell had he gotten here? He didn't remember, which was terrifying all by himself.
Now he somehow had to figure out how to get out. It wasn't like anybody was going to be helping him. Nobody would even help him by shooting him to save him from a slow death. They would simply revel in that slow death and do everything they could to torture him worse. That was pretty much how life went for him. There was no way Jullien was going to let that happen though. Nothing had killed him yet, and he definitely wasn't about to let a freaking patch of quicksand take that win. No frigging way.
Jules Dagger Samari - The League
Of course something was trying to kill him. The novelty of that had long since faded away. It would have been nice to escape that in his dreams (at least he was pretty sure this was a dream), but that was probably asking for too much. Jullien was on everyone's hit list. He'd been dealing with that fact since he was five, and only more often in his adult life. Some monster made out of ice? The thing could take a number and get it's ass kicked just like everyone else.
Any normal person might start getting nervous as more and more fins starts to appear. Jules wasn't a normal person - hell he wasn't technically a person at all, but that was beside the point. All the circling sharks did to him was piss him off. Majorly.
"I've seriously sunk to a new low when even overgrown fish are trying to kill me."
He wasn't going to wait around for them to whittle down his room until they could drag him into the water either. Nobody could mistake Jullien for passive. He narrowed his eyes on the biggest shark. Taking that one out would make a point and could potentially chase the other ones away without him needing to do anything else. While he had a wonderful weapon against these things, his fire would also melt away the ice he was standing on. He'd prefer to avoid a swim if possible. Still, it would be more than worth the risk...
Quicksand
"Minsid hell!"
How had he even gotten himself into this situation? He was smart enough to identify quicksand long before he wound up in it. Given being stuck in one place made him a sitting duck for everyone after him, staying vigilant was important. Jullien was good at it too. Very good. So how the hell had he gotten here? He didn't remember, which was terrifying all by himself.
Now he somehow had to figure out how to get out. It wasn't like anybody was going to be helping him. Nobody would even help him by shooting him to save him from a slow death. They would simply revel in that slow death and do everything they could to torture him worse. That was pretty much how life went for him. There was no way Jullien was going to let that happen though. Nothing had killed him yet, and he definitely wasn't about to let a freaking patch of quicksand take that win. No frigging way.