The fires all around you do not help you recognise the rider. His goblin face has been horribly burned. His jewel crown and pendant glow an eerie red as does a star shaped scar on his eye. [R,1][R][R,2] your attempts to shoot a bolt anywhere near him fail. he moves quickly to dodge your attacks and [R] throws his throwing axe straight into your chest plate, [R] which cracks under the pressure. You hear him changing the cartridge in his revolver. [Maybe an opportunity to strike? make your plans]
I try a last ditch effort to injure the goblin by shooting at him while he’s changing his revolver.
I then shout “I need some support here” as loudly as I can. Hoping that one of my allies will come to my aid.
i remember once i was walking to class near this group of guys and one of them saw his girlfriend and one of his friends was like “c’mon man bros before hoes” and the guy looked him dead in the eye and said “she’s the bro and y’all bitches are the hoes” before going to talk to his girlfriend and i have never seen a group of guys in sagging jeans and ridiculous shoes look so offended
Persephone looked around as she came in to work as a security guard, after her cousin had called in sick. she didn't understand but had told her to wear an animal suit. she wore a slim fox outfit and some of the security stuff as she came in and sat in the chair. it was spooky alone there. and too quiet.
Foxy came bolting down the hallway and entered into the security office, just as he was about scream loudly, he stopped. Foxy was expecting a security guard in the room but there was another fox? “When was there a new animatronic arrival here lassie?” Foxy walked closer to Persophone, his head tilted on an odd angle and hook bared.