“Stay back,” Parian warned. She peeked out from behind the gorilla. Her mask, a doll’s face, was smudged, and a crack ran from the corner of one eye to the ear. She wore a frock, different than the one she had worn for the Leviathan fight, but it was wet, dirty, and some of the lace had torn. There was a wood chip in the damp golden curls that were otherwise too perfectly coiled to be real hair.
Huh, I like that last detail.
“I’m staying back,” Flechette assured the girl. “Remember me?”
“Yes. You talked to me before the fight, pulled me away from that horrible little girl.”
“Yeah,” Flechette smiled, shrugging. She stepped forward.
Right, Parian was stuck in a conversation with Bambina.
“Back!” Parian called out. The Gorilla slammed its knuckles against the ground again, then lurched forward, one fist raising as if to deliver a massive punch.
Flechette obeyed, backing up another two steps, hands raised. The gorilla’s fist stayed where it was.
Nobody’s harmless at a time like this, and Parian seems rather aware of that herself.
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