[SEASONAL EVENT] Diamond Dust

what. Ronin was transfixed by the spidery creature that had just staggered into the glade, his jaw dropping, hand reaching out reflexively as if to keep himself between the creature and Remi. Even now military training kicked in when the going got tough, and whatever this thing was it certainly hit all the buttons for creeping him the fuck out. As he felt Remi stagger back next to him, Ronin glanced over his shoulder to ensure the other man was alright, nodding to him as if in encouragement at seeing him try to block out the sound. Taking a long, deep breath that misted the air when he let it out again, he turned to face the woman in rags. "Hello," he called. "Are you... are you lost? I'm sorry to disturb you, only... it's a little late, isn't it?"