[No sword. No weapon. No seeming...strategy, aside from just placing himself in the line of fire and hoping that works? The torch might spook the damn thing off, but that's a stopgap measure at best, and Wash's look of absolute incredulity is utterly wasted on the back of Horatio's head.]
[The lean, canine shape of a grimling gradually outlines itself with a flash of pale teeth and the glistening of coal-bright eyes. It snarls, apparently unwilling to simply charge the torchlight.]
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[No sword. No weapon. No seeming...strategy, aside from just placing himself in the line of fire and hoping that works? The torch might spook the damn thing off, but that's a stopgap measure at best, and Wash's look of absolute incredulity is utterly wasted on the back of Horatio's head.]
[The lean, canine shape of a grimling gradually outlines itself with a flash of pale teeth and the glistening of coal-bright eyes. It snarls, apparently unwilling to simply charge the torchlight.]
[It gives Wash time to react, at least.]
Are you serious?