[ There is, out of nowhere, a crunching sound, the kind that begins with a crack of something hard against something harder, and then a wet, smacking thump, almost like a boiled egg dropped on the table, except much louder. The man goes still, a look of confusion forming just before his eyes roll back and he drops face-first onto Wren's chest. There is a chunk of cobblestone lodged in what used to be the back of his skull, and the blood and liquefied brain that had begun to run down his back is now channeled off to the side as well, a heavy drip onto her front.
Behind him is a woman in Venatori robes, staff lowered, advancing. She holds out the butt of the weapon instead of her hands; beneath the cowl is Nell. ]
Tussling in the street? I hadn't taken you for an exhibitionist, Commander.
DRAGON!!!
Behind him is a woman in Venatori robes, staff lowered, advancing. She holds out the butt of the weapon instead of her hands; beneath the cowl is Nell. ]
Tussling in the street? I hadn't taken you for an exhibitionist, Commander.