Beatrix had been moving toward the door, ready to usher Rena in when the stench of rotten eggs slithered up her nose. She stopped, muscles tense, as she peered through the moon-lit darkness in search of where the scent was coming from. She found the creature as it landed on the rail, confusion in her eyes for a moment; the Bride had never seen such a creature before. It if hadn't been so bizarre and disgusting in its disproportionate shape and the way it moved, one may have found it fascinating.
Shard of glass readied, the Bride started moving to ward it, hissing a little at6 Rena to make sure the girl saw the thing. It looked harmless enough, but the Bride knew that harmlessness was something many predators exuded to get closer to their prey. Any assassin worth their salt knew that.
And yet, here she was moving toward it. Shame on her.
Beatrix pulled up short, uncertain as to how to approach the creature or even if she wanted to when the hairs on her arms started to stand up. She narrowed her eyes and then suddenly there was lightning streaking her way. Not only toward her, but Rena, too.
Any sane person would have taken cover behind a chair or one of the tables. The ex-assassin never claimed she was sane, though. A maternal instinct took over and she had to protect her ward. The nearest set of tables was closest to the girl anyways.
The Bride stepped into the path of the lightning, giving Rena a decent one-handed shove toward the table set, and braced herself for the hit, arms crossed in front of her. The bolt struck her, hitting the barrier of her arms first and then laced further up her arms. The searing pain overrode her senses and she briefly blacked out.
When she came to a few seconds later, she was laying on her back twitching a lot. She'd lost her grip on the glass shard when the bolt knocked her to the ground, but didn't have the presence of mind to look for where it lay only a few feet to her right.
In fact, she was trying to remember why she was staring up at the night sky and smelling someone's horrible attempt at barbecue.
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Shard of glass readied, the Bride started moving to ward it, hissing a little at6 Rena to make sure the girl saw the thing. It looked harmless enough, but the Bride knew that harmlessness was something many predators exuded to get closer to their prey. Any assassin worth their salt knew that.
And yet, here she was moving toward it. Shame on her.
Beatrix pulled up short, uncertain as to how to approach the creature or even if she wanted to when the hairs on her arms started to stand up. She narrowed her eyes and then suddenly there was lightning streaking her way. Not only toward her, but Rena, too.
Any sane person would have taken cover behind a chair or one of the tables. The ex-assassin never claimed she was sane, though. A maternal instinct took over and she had to protect her ward. The nearest set of tables was closest to the girl anyways.
The Bride stepped into the path of the lightning, giving Rena a decent one-handed shove toward the table set, and braced herself for the hit, arms crossed in front of her. The bolt struck her, hitting the barrier of her arms first and then laced further up her arms. The searing pain overrode her senses and she briefly blacked out.
When she came to a few seconds later, she was laying on her back twitching a lot. She'd lost her grip on the glass shard when the bolt knocked her to the ground, but didn't have the presence of mind to look for where it lay only a few feet to her right.
In fact, she was trying to remember why she was staring up at the night sky and smelling someone's horrible attempt at barbecue.