“No, this isn’t right.” Flechette pulled her arm free of Shadow Stalker’s grasp, then grabbed the woman’s wrist, stopping her as the lid was brought back behind her head. Not entirely to the woman, she spoke, “You’re better than this. You have to be.”
Flechette is learning who Shadow Stalker is.
The woman resisted, tried to pull free to make another swing. When Flechette maintained her grip, the woman used her free hand to throw the lid down on top of the man.
“Stop,” Flechette spoke. As the woman struggled, she turned to bark a command to Shadow Stalker, “Help!”
Stalker’s made her position on this clear, do you think she’s actually going to help?
“I’m on her side, to be honest,” Shadow Stalker didn’t move.
Yeah, exactly.
“So am I,” Flechette grunted as the woman shifted her weight towards her, knocking her off balance. “Which means stopping her from doing anything she’ll regret!”
Sensible, though I don’t think Stalker sees this as something to regret.
“Let me go!” the woman shouted at her, “Fuckers like this hurt my daughter!”
Hm. More history, huh?
…shit, what if this is Dinah’s mom? Although if that were the case, she’d probably say “took” rather than “hurt”.
“Is she here? Your daughter?” Flechette asked.
“She’s home, it- it happened last week! Let me at him! Fuckers!”
Okay, definitely not Dinah.
“Stop attacking him and I will!”
“Let me attack him!”
“Stop attacking him and I’ll let you attack him!”
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