The dragonslayer snarled at the unexpected impact and the shock of not hearing the person before they'd hit. True, he was a little preoccupied at the moment, but still. Peeling himself off, he readied his single eye with an impressive glare, ready to give the other person a thoroughly scalding look. The person, wearing a dark blue cloak…with unusual two-toned hair…
He blinked. "Macbeth?"
Macbeth at least had the decency to also look surprised. Although his normally sharp red eyes seemed out of focus from the blow. He must have been just as, if not more, distracted than Cobra; given his notoriety of being the sneakiest among them not just for show.
"Unbelievable," he muttered. Would this week really be characterized by fantastically bad luck? He shook his head, trying to clear it. "You're damn lucky right now. What are you, half asleep?"
Macbeth's eyes widened as he seemed to just now register that it was in fact, Cobra who ran into him. A moment of panic, like a piercing nail, flared from him for an instance. Before Cobra could investigate, it was already snuffed out. The reflector mage shook himself off as nonchalantly as one could in this situation.
"It's too hot out, the sun made me dizzy."
"Right, which is why you decided to take a walk by yourself in town. Just in case anyone decided to cash in on a bounty today."
That earned him a glare. Cobra merely shrugged and began walking again.