“Retreat,” Tattletale spoke, “Just don’t turn your backs to them.”
Fog moved forward, his limbs and legs dissolving into a cloud as he advanced on us. His pace was slow, only a little faster than we moved walking backward.
Hm. Unfortunately “a little” faster is all he needs unless it allows you to get to somewhere you can speed up or get away in some other way.
Bitch had to whistle twice to get a growling Angelica to retreat. The dog seemed set on protecting her master, attacking this threat, and was slow to obey.
Pick your battles, Angelica. Be like Oni.
The fog reached her, and we heard a strangled yelp, an unnatural sound from the throat of an unnatural animal. I saw Bitch start forward.
No no no no no no
“No!” I caught her shoulder.
I might have argued, told her why she couldn’t or shouldn’t attack, how useless it would be against a man that turned to a sentient gas. I didn’t get a chance.
Not sure it would’ve helped anyway.
While our attention was on Angelica, Night took the opportunity to blindside Brutus. He was thrown bodily into our group with enough force to to bowl us and even Judas over.
Geez, if the dogs are as heavy as I’ve been imagining, that’s some incredible strength there.
Night just stood there, standing straight, heels together, one arm outstretched in front of her.
Did she throw Brutus like that with a simple push?
I hurried to my feet, my legs and knees aching, putting one hand on Brutus’ shoulder to steady myself. It was then that I saw the damage she’d done to him.
Noo, don’t hurt the doggos 😦