Hotaru
Somewhere my lifeline still hums and sings
In the mess of all I have thrown away
In the scant seconds they're provided Ru's eyes sharply scan the other tables for any interlopers, satisfied with the Torcher mentality she sees at work; half already gone, the other half firmly averting their gazes or packing up for alternative tunnels with a little less action. The gleam of Colt's knife draws her gaze immediately back to the maelstrom, the man on the table red-faced from fighting against her magic whilst suffering the agonizing kickback that the resistance brings him. Using the blunt of her fist, she hammers down at the back of his head (careful not to kill him with too much force) and knocks him out clean as quickly as she can to take him out of the running. He's even more pitifully grotesque when splayed out like a cheap hog on the table; her natural grimace at the sight provides the perfect dripping derision as Colt calls out to her. In the mess of all I have thrown away
"Hardly, they're not worth the dry cleaning," she sniffs, poise an illusory curtain to vanish behind as her eyes track the gaggle of men - now uncertain and unconfident - eyeing the sheet of ice keeping them temporarily at bay.
Andraste flicks her tail like a furious cat to signal her agreement without betraying their new partnership. As woman and dragon spring in tandem, the Valkyrie moves in their wake, fur overtaking skin. She clears the icy bridge in one leap just past Colt's back, feline eyes and bared teeth glinting as she sends the men scattering to avoid her landing.
Andraste sails low in contrast, teeth shredding the man's Achilles tendon without remorse. With only one target on their side of the line now, Andraste remains low, nimbly avoiding the kick and flail of the man's boots as he gropes frantically at the dagger in his shoulder at the same time.
Hungry now,
I am gathering new seeds to throw wide
I am gathering new seeds to throw wide
