Okay. The nervous civilians were getting to her, in the way horses will rear when the rider is anxious. Too much standing and freaking and looking like the world was ending. So the dead were rising. So they wanted to eat you. So they reminded you of those little pieces you were missing and really didn't ever want to see again, and the creep factor was up the wall because they reached out in the same way and squeezed and held and--
Yeah, okay. Just her. But man, she wasn't going to stay here. Moving was a necessity. If she stayed in one place, she'd give into this. And it looked like Mister Gentleman Knight was in agreement. Senna glanced around quickly. Meche and him were the worst, from what she saw. Kid needed to be protected, no matter what he was or could do. And seriously--why the fuck kids? Were they seriously that hard up for torment? Another tightening of her chest, and she slid into decision easy as breathing. Needed to move. Gotta move now.
"Senna," she said in response, a bit more evenly than normal. "But I'm gonna have to say introductions are going to have to wait. Let's get somewhere safe first so we can check you guys over." Senna looked meaningfully at Meche. Love bite, her ass. The blood would argue that fact. She glanced back at the Knight-guy. Phoenix? Interesting. "I'll take point. Stay together. I won't rush ahead." After a glance around the group again, and another fricking tug in her chest, Senna slipped out of the alley, sword coming up to intersect an undead close-by. The dull blade would do nothing for lethal, and so Senna settled for bashing; again, heaving it like a bat into the zombie's side.
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Okay. The nervous civilians were getting to her, in the way horses will rear when the rider is anxious. Too much standing and freaking and looking like the world was ending. So the dead were rising. So they wanted to eat you. So they reminded you of those little pieces you were missing and really didn't ever want to see again, and the creep factor was up the wall because they reached out in the same way and squeezed and held and--
Yeah, okay. Just her. But man, she wasn't going to stay here. Moving was a necessity. If she stayed in one place, she'd give into this. And it looked like Mister Gentleman Knight was in agreement. Senna glanced around quickly. Meche and him were the worst, from what she saw. Kid needed to be protected, no matter what he was or could do. And seriously--why the fuck kids? Were they seriously that hard up for torment? Another tightening of her chest, and she slid into decision easy as breathing. Needed to move. Gotta move now.
"Senna," she said in response, a bit more evenly than normal. "But I'm gonna have to say introductions are going to have to wait. Let's get somewhere safe first so we can check you guys over." Senna looked meaningfully at Meche. Love bite, her ass. The blood would argue that fact. She glanced back at the Knight-guy. Phoenix? Interesting. "I'll take point. Stay together. I won't rush ahead." After a glance around the group again, and another fricking tug in her chest, Senna slipped out of the alley, sword coming up to intersect an undead close-by. The dull blade would do nothing for lethal, and so Senna settled for bashing; again, heaving it like a bat into the zombie's side.