For César, this is the start of the problem. For Jean, it's been a long night already, fighting their way along the evacuation back towards more defensible buildings. The star-things are falling here in town too; of course they are. Which means that clients of sense are also being menaced -
- Wait. That glowing man's hair isn't the local fashion. That's not a client. That's a co-worker.
The first sign of Jean's arrival is a red-blue wave, like blood on gunmetal, in a crescent shape, slashing diagonally to impact the star-thing and wound it, slicing through its gel-like flesh and cracking at its glittering bones with incredible force. There's a blur in the same color, blue and red and bloody.
Impact, with a wet and sickening crunch. The blur resolves into a tiny person, maybe five-nothing at most high, in an unusual business suit. There are claws locked to their wrists and, more importantly, deep in the guts of the thing.
They rip outwards from the center, and shower themself in the gore of heaven.
"Can you fight?" Their words are spoken twice; once by a vaguely high-pitched, almost manic voice, and again by a deep, rumbling growl from something far larger than their tiny body.
Aurora
- Wait. That glowing man's hair isn't the local fashion. That's not a client. That's a co-worker.
The first sign of Jean's arrival is a red-blue wave, like blood on gunmetal, in a crescent shape, slashing diagonally to impact the star-thing and wound it, slicing through its gel-like flesh and cracking at its glittering bones with incredible force. There's a blur in the same color, blue and red and bloody.
Impact, with a wet and sickening crunch. The blur resolves into a tiny person, maybe five-nothing at most high, in an unusual business suit. There are claws locked to their wrists and, more importantly, deep in the guts of the thing.
They rip outwards from the center, and shower themself in the gore of heaven.
"Can you fight?" Their words are spoken twice; once by a vaguely high-pitched, almost manic voice, and again by a deep, rumbling growl from something far larger than their tiny body.