Max huffed a laugh at Markus simplifying the encounter like he did. Taking the head off things was usually a permanent way of dealing with it, but that meant you had to be close enough to pull it off. Max remembered the burn of the acid, the sharp teeth digging into his shoulder and more or less biting off a chunk of him. He'd only had to cut off one head before whatever magic held it lost its spark, but that hadn't been a simple thing.
“So you've met a tailless merman,” which, Max thought, didn't make it much of a merman, did it? He'd only met the... lobster centaur thing, of the watery types. “And there's vampires out there too, but I haven't seen one sparkle. Overheard someone complaining about ghouls in the graveyard. The classics, you know? Shapeshifters. Werewolves. But not all of them will try to fight you. S'like people, some pick fights and some don't.”
Far be it from Max to forget what he was, even if only a couple of people actually knew it. That was how he liked it, after all, and he said it with no special emphasis. He couldn't count the werewolf that'd blown the whole thing open for him as the worst he'd run into, but it had changed him the most.
“So you've met a tailless merman,” which, Max thought, didn't make it much of a merman, did it? He'd only met the... lobster centaur thing, of the watery types. “And there's vampires out there too, but I haven't seen one sparkle. Overheard someone complaining about ghouls in the graveyard. The classics, you know? Shapeshifters. Werewolves. But not all of them will try to fight you. S'like people, some pick fights and some don't.”
Far be it from Max to forget what he was, even if only a couple of people actually knew it. That was how he liked it, after all, and he said it with no special emphasis. He couldn't count the werewolf that'd blown the whole thing open for him as the worst he'd run into, but it had changed him the most.