Yondu helps out with the rock clearing. Not just that, he makes some of the bigger guys get off their asses and help 'cause like hell is he going to watch a bunch of teenage girls break their backs when there are people that walked every bit as much as them and want to sit it out. Hell no! They can get off their asses and come help, thanks. Do not make those girls do that all on their own. Because someone else does not mean you are incapable, y'all lazy asses.
He's been sparse on using those supplies so far. He ate one meal a day and managed his energy the best he could, but once he's fed again after that work he helps himself to a bottle of beer in one of the evacuating local's stores. Then he slings his rucksack over his shoulder, grabs an old wooden chair, and heads out of the cavern.
Some of the citizens are making for the fight, but there are a whole lot hanging back and they need someone to keep this entrance safe. Sure he'd like to be over there where that good time is, but he'd be kickin' himself if one of those demons got down there and got somebody.
So Yondu plops down his chair in front of a rock about mid-shin tall. He opens up his pack and pulls out the smallest of the speakers he was given, does a small hook-up. Ope, wait. In the middle of this he hears little bastard scrambly noises somewhere off behind him. He stalls long enough to kill that demon with a quick whistle and a flash of red. Clear? Good.
He settles in the chair, kicks up his feet on that rock with one leg crossed over the other at the ankles, and pops the cap off his beer. He turns on a song that Quill liked (and he did too) for some quiet background noise. If someone comes up, they're going to find him camped out, easily picking off the occasional demon that comes around the corner with his arrow, enjoying his beer.
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He's been sparse on using those supplies so far. He ate one meal a day and managed his energy the best he could, but once he's fed again after that work he helps himself to a bottle of beer in one of the evacuating local's stores. Then he slings his rucksack over his shoulder, grabs an old wooden chair, and heads out of the cavern.
Some of the citizens are making for the fight, but there are a whole lot hanging back and they need someone to keep this entrance safe. Sure he'd like to be over there where that good time is, but he'd be kickin' himself if one of those demons got down there and got somebody.
So Yondu plops down his chair in front of a rock about mid-shin tall. He opens up his pack and pulls out the smallest of the speakers he was given, does a small hook-up. Ope, wait. In the middle of this he hears little bastard scrambly noises somewhere off behind him. He stalls long enough to kill that demon with a quick whistle and a flash of red. Clear? Good.
He settles in the chair, kicks up his feet on that rock with one leg crossed over the other at the ankles, and pops the cap off his beer. He turns on a song that Quill liked (and he did too) for some quiet background noise. If someone comes up, they're going to find him camped out, easily picking off the occasional demon that comes around the corner with his arrow, enjoying his beer.