No use. One by one, the dogs fell. Four left, then three. Two dogs left. They backed away, wary, each in a different direction.
Bitch clutched me, her arms so tight around my shoulders it hurt. When I looked up at her, I saw tears in the corners of her eyes as she stared unblinking at the scene.
Rachel Lindt needs a hug.
Maybe not a human hug, but she needs a hug.
Scion dropped from the sky.
Hi there! About time!
Golden skinned, golden beard trimmed close, or perhaps it never grew beyond that length.
Imagine Scion not taking the time to stop and talk to anyone or buy a phone for people to call during Endbringer emergencies, but stopping every so often to shave.
His hair was longer than mine.
A haircut, though, takes too long.
His bodysuit and cape were a plain white, stained with faded marks of old, dirt and blood, a strange juxtaposition to how perfect and unblemished he looked, otherwise.
Honestly, gotta thank whoever it was that managed to get him to wear an outfit, even if it does seem he’s never changed or washed it.
There was no impact as he landed, no great splash or rumble of the earth. Leviathan didn’t even seem to notice the hero’s arrival.
A gentle lander, huh. Nice.
By the way, this would be a great time to have a functional armband, so you could report Scion’s arrival.
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