Hecatoncheires
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[size=+1] I'm amazed this girl has made it on her own through the streets; it's madness out there, open warfare in Mistvale as the residents tear each other apart. Katrina's either good at keeping a low profile, or exceptionally lucky.
Both useful things, given the circumstances.
She begins to sob quietly against my coat jacket and I put an arm around her gently.
"Don't worry, okay? You stick with me and Richard here and we'll all look out for each other." The barman's looking more than a little perplexed as to why this girl's gone to pieces at his offer of a drink; a give him a nod of thanks in an attempt to stop him from worrying. Katrina's been through hell, and even the slightest thing can set her off.
Suddenly things get even crazier; there's hammering on the door and a voice asking to be let in, which Richard rushes off to deal with. Yet as he pulls the door open and starts to speak, the figure he's talking to disappears out of sight. Nervously, I haul myself to my feet and move Katrina behind me, holding the claw hammer at the ready. "Just stay down and be ready to run if you have to, okay?" I tell the girl, trying to keep my voice as level and calm as I can, given the circumstances.
Then something comes hurtling through the doorway, slamming Richard aside like paper in a breeze. It's a man, as far as I can tell, thundering towards us and bellowing all the way.
[size=+3]"WHEEEEERE!"[/size]
In the seconds I have to react before the enraged figure reaches me, I throw myself forwards to ensure there's distance between the oncoming struggle and Katrina, then lash out with a closed fist. The punch hammers into the side of the man's head, leaving my entire arm aching. But I can't stop his momentum; he crashes into me and we land on the floor of the pub in a confused heap.[/size]
Both useful things, given the circumstances.
She begins to sob quietly against my coat jacket and I put an arm around her gently.
"Don't worry, okay? You stick with me and Richard here and we'll all look out for each other." The barman's looking more than a little perplexed as to why this girl's gone to pieces at his offer of a drink; a give him a nod of thanks in an attempt to stop him from worrying. Katrina's been through hell, and even the slightest thing can set her off.
Suddenly things get even crazier; there's hammering on the door and a voice asking to be let in, which Richard rushes off to deal with. Yet as he pulls the door open and starts to speak, the figure he's talking to disappears out of sight. Nervously, I haul myself to my feet and move Katrina behind me, holding the claw hammer at the ready. "Just stay down and be ready to run if you have to, okay?" I tell the girl, trying to keep my voice as level and calm as I can, given the circumstances.
Then something comes hurtling through the doorway, slamming Richard aside like paper in a breeze. It's a man, as far as I can tell, thundering towards us and bellowing all the way.
[size=+3]"WHEEEEERE!"[/size]
In the seconds I have to react before the enraged figure reaches me, I throw myself forwards to ensure there's distance between the oncoming struggle and Katrina, then lash out with a closed fist. The punch hammers into the side of the man's head, leaving my entire arm aching. But I can't stop his momentum; he crashes into me and we land on the floor of the pub in a confused heap.[/size]