I've embraced the torch passed to me
owned what I've been called to be
Throwing herself head-first against the golem to try and throw it off balance, she doesn’t have time to see if Nikolai is able to dodge the attacks, because the focus of the golem’s attacks seems to go back and forth between the two of them. Wessex isn’t sure what to do, other than dodge for a moment, while she tries to think of a plan. Can she communicate while shifted?
Nothing will - just daylight, which -” she doesn’t need to finish that sentence, do they? It’s LongNight. Daylight won’t be coming for a while. Stay out of reach, she instructs, though that, too, should be pretty obvious. Let’s lead it somewhere it’ll get stuck or we can hide? It seems silly, but the panther tries to turn and lead it towards the ladders and random shit again, hoping that it might get tripped up on the stuff lying around. Wessex, for one, purposefully hisses and scuttles backwards towards the ladders again, hoping it might get an overgrown foot stuck between the rungs or something.
Nothing will - just daylight, which -” she doesn’t need to finish that sentence, do they? It’s LongNight. Daylight won’t be coming for a while. Stay out of reach, she instructs, though that, too, should be pretty obvious. Let’s lead it somewhere it’ll get stuck or we can hide? It seems silly, but the panther tries to turn and lead it towards the ladders and random shit again, hoping that it might get tripped up on the stuff lying around. Wessex, for one, purposefully hisses and scuttles backwards towards the ladders again, hoping it might get an overgrown foot stuck between the rungs or something.
full tilt,
hello destiny
WESSEX
