Before he can think to even ask the question, Hector holds out the cup, and Azhar just stares at it for a moment. He may or may not have never seen ice like this before, but it's fine. Lifting up a cube, he squints at it briefly as if trying to decide how one would best hold it.
... and then he throws it at the poor Pulled still trying to dodge and get away from the mess, with the precision of a hunter. That probably hurts, based on how hard it bounces off of them.]
...
[And so he stands there, watching this for another moment, before deciding-]
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Before he can think to even ask the question, Hector holds out the cup, and Azhar just stares at it for a moment. He may or may not have never seen ice like this before, but it's fine. Lifting up a cube, he squints at it briefly as if trying to decide how one would best hold it.
... and then he throws it at the poor Pulled still trying to dodge and get away from the mess, with the precision of a hunter. That probably hurts, based on how hard it bounces off of them.]
...
[And so he stands there, watching this for another moment, before deciding-]
It seems like a waste of resources.
[I mean, he's not wrong.]