"Face us like a man!" "Coward!" "Hidin' behind a dragon!"
The chorus of voices makes it nearly impossible to tell who among the dissenters is loudest. The display of power does succeed in getting the mob to take a collective step back, though as Neos rises up in front of them its attention seems to shift to this much smaller target.
Another molotov flies through the air, landing at Neos' feet and bursting into flame. Stand aside or burn together, little lion, it doesn't matter to the mob. It will be followed by a smattering of rocks.
"Outlander scum!" "Fuck are ya, his bodyguard?" "Or his new husband, where's Nate, eh?" "Prob'ly beat 'im, too!" "Coward, do yer own dirty work!" "Th' arm-biter's too scared." "BURN THE BITER!"
This last line seems to resonate with the crowd, who begin to chant it in fevered earnest. "Burn the Biter! Burn the biter! BURN THE BITER!"
The chorus of voices makes it nearly impossible to tell who among the dissenters is loudest. The display of power does succeed in getting the mob to take a collective step back, though as Neos rises up in front of them its attention seems to shift to this much smaller target.
Another molotov flies through the air, landing at Neos' feet and bursting into flame. Stand aside or burn together, little lion, it doesn't matter to the mob. It will be followed by a smattering of rocks.
"Outlander scum!" "Fuck are ya, his bodyguard?" "Or his new husband, where's Nate, eh?" "Prob'ly beat 'im, too!" "Coward, do yer own dirty work!" "Th' arm-biter's too scared." "BURN THE BITER!"
This last line seems to resonate with the crowd, who begin to chant it in fevered earnest. "Burn the Biter! Burn the biter! BURN THE BITER!"
