Next time, I do the talking, Wessex mentally sighs in response to the start of the brawl, but nonetheless quickly takes up a position at Amun’s back as the bartender’s hand comes away from his head covered in blood, rage infiltrating every part of his body. At least the closest attacker is impeded by the stool - it hits him mid-thigh and he almost tips over it, thrown off-balance by all the furs he’s wearing. Apparently they’re not great for allowing one to be agile.
The Wraith waits to strike until the others are almost upon them, knowing that her biopulse does the most damage when she can see the whites of her enemies eyes. The energy flies from her, savage and disorienting. As one, they seem to pause and fall back, both in confusion and in physical distress - what the fuck just happened to them? It gives them the time they need. Wessex leaps to the door and opens it, giving Amun the opening he needs to get out of the bar.
If he goes, she’s right on his heels.
The Wraith waits to strike until the others are almost upon them, knowing that her biopulse does the most damage when she can see the whites of her enemies eyes. The energy flies from her, savage and disorienting. As one, they seem to pause and fall back, both in confusion and in physical distress - what the fuck just happened to them? It gives them the time they need. Wessex leaps to the door and opens it, giving Amun the opening he needs to get out of the bar.
If he goes, she’s right on his heels.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
