"Simple... we open it." Of course that would sound like the most insane plan ever. Open the door to the hairy beasts a large as bulls and invite them in to pick the flesh off their bones. Great idea right? But that was the only way to get them to funnel rather than pile on all at once. "Twelve shots... four per beast. If the first doesn't drop after four... well let's just hope it drops after four." Relatively certain that they were both about to become subject to a untimely and gruesome death, Arc turned and looked at his new comrade. Even in the most darkest of hours, she was still a pretty girl. Her will to live was strong, there was no denying that. She would have made someone very happy one day, provided she didn't die on her journey of blood and vengeance, and if she decided to settle down sometime... somewhere.<br/><br/>"Fuck it," he finally murmured, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Last person I kissed was my mom, right before the fall, and that didn't seem like a fitting way to die." He would have elaborated further, but the pawing on the door and the loud, obnoxious sounds of giant sniffing snouts outside the walls. The beasts had finally found their meal, and they were anxious to meet them. "Maybe if there had been more time we could have gotten to know each other a little better." Brandishing his dagger, Arc flicked a switch under the hand-guard, causing the blade to vibrate so intensely it began to glow a hot orange.