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ladykfCid leaned back from where he’d been looking around the mountain, chewing on his cigarette a long moment as he looked back to the former SOLDIER currently leading this crazy train. “You sure about this?”
“He’s our best chance,” Cloud said.
“We’re only gonna get one shot before we’re targets, an’ we’re an awful ways away,” Cid reminded him, pointing across the mountain at the nestled hatchlings and their . “That’s a good thirty fuckin’ yards at an angle that’d make you sweat with a scope. An’ all he’s got is that fuckin’ pea shooter-”
The report of the gun would have been enough for a pause in conversation, but watching the entire nest buckle in on itself stopped Cid entirely. The shift of weight sent it sliding, rocks around it shifting ominously and the dragon fixating on saving it’s young immediately.
Vincent examined his gun a moment, glancing back to Cloud. “We can go around. It won’t bother us.”
Cloud nodded and started to lead them into the mountains, and Cid fell in step with the stranger they’d picked up.
“The fuck was that about?” He asked, though he kept his voice low in deference to not drawing attention. He still had to wait a while before he got an answer, a small frown turning the supposedly-former-Turk’s lips down.
“Never underestimate what a mother will do for her offspring, Captain,” Vincent advised. “If you can keep her focused on them, she’ll do whatever you like.”
