- There are no heroes. -
Colt crawls backwards, his name echoing sharply between them. With a little bit of distance from the banshee and a lot less hearing outside of his shift, the sound doesn't pierce nearly as sharp, but Grimm's growl deepens, nose wrinkling with distaste for the loud sound or the shouting that follows.
Fury pulses off his damp chest, covering more than the pants he wears as he stalks her retreating form. His hand raises, disbelieving that she has the audacity to yell at him in his Celestine after he'd saved her from suffering the banshee's wails. "Didja 'it chya 'ead?! The 'ell we'e ya thinkin'?! Puttin' yo' 'ands on da banshee's stowne?!" The thick cut of his accent rolls indiscriminately through the words, anger punctuating syllables and rounding out others as he gestures sharply behind them to where the banshee's stone still vibrates in the distance; then he motions towards his face as he accuses her, "Then ye neayly took moi oiye owt!" Teeth bared with the hint of a point, Grimm breathes a hot and frustrated huff of air as he looms over her. "Loicky oi di'n't boite yo' awm off!"
Fury pulses off his damp chest, covering more than the pants he wears as he stalks her retreating form. His hand raises, disbelieving that she has the audacity to yell at him in his Celestine after he'd saved her from suffering the banshee's wails. "Didja 'it chya 'ead?! The 'ell we'e ya thinkin'?! Puttin' yo' 'ands on da banshee's stowne?!" The thick cut of his accent rolls indiscriminately through the words, anger punctuating syllables and rounding out others as he gestures sharply behind them to where the banshee's stone still vibrates in the distance; then he motions towards his face as he accuses her, "Then ye neayly took moi oiye owt!" Teeth bared with the hint of a point, Grimm breathes a hot and frustrated huff of air as he looms over her. "Loicky oi di'n't boite yo' awm off!"
- In life, the monsters win. -
Grimm
