I looked at her, confused, but I didn’t have time to figure it out.
“What do you mean, ‘Imp!’?”
A flare of orange light caught my attention. Dragon’s mouth had opened wide, and she was spewing something like an ignited accelerant into the lobby. With this fluid, she drew a three-foot wide line of flame onto the lobby floor, stretching from just below her to the stairwell door by the front desk. She’d cut off our escape route.
Welp. Better hope some horned girl makes a new one for you.
Weld leaped into and through the flame, his hook hands swinging wildly. Some of the accelerant had landed on him, making him burn, but he didn’t seem to mind.
I mean, burning isn’t gonna do a whole lot to a guy who’s non-flammable and can literally melt himself partially without suffering ill effects.
He turned ninety degrees and lunged forward in response to something I couldn’t see or hear, then swept his hooks out in a frenzied series of blind attacks. On the third swing I saw Imp duck beneath the attack, then stumble back out of his reach, towards us.
Huh, it seems he detected her before she became visible to Taylor.
So did he detect her but not remember what he was detecting?
“The fucking fuck!?” she shouted.
Hm. Maybe Dragon can detect Imp and told Weld over their communications that Imp was next to him?
“Dragon can see you, you twit, and she’s relaying directions to Weld!” Tattletale shouted at our new member, “And what the hell were you hoping to accomplish over there!?”
Good question, but whatever it was, it’s probably better than nothing.
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