Your hero arrives! Assuming they consider a five-foot tall yellow-painted guy with only one arm a hero. "Just wants to scare 'em?"
He tilts his head at the piles of fabric that are moving, having no idea what they are, but Blas Cap here only speaks one language: Gun.
Reaching into the bag over his shoulder he pulls out something bright red, what used to be a flare gun that has been altered and patched and fixed hundreds of time, he holds it in his teeth as he grabs a handfull of those clear glass decorative beads off a vase on a shelf, loading them into the gun with practiced ease and then firing it at the furthest baby bahamanal filling it full of beads, but also making a horrible sound.
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He tilts his head at the piles of fabric that are moving, having no idea what they are, but Blas Cap here only speaks one language: Gun.
Reaching into the bag over his shoulder he pulls out something bright red, what used to be a flare gun that has been altered and patched and fixed hundreds of time, he holds it in his teeth as he grabs a handfull of those clear glass decorative beads off a vase on a shelf, loading them into the gun with practiced ease and then firing it at the furthest baby bahamanal filling it full of beads, but also making a horrible sound.
It at least startles them if nothing else.