"Kenzie, Cammie, new people," Stacia agrees. Her hearing is a lot better in Crinos than it is in Homid, so she can still pick out Dan's voice among the chaos. Her sense of smell is better too, so she takes a deep breath while she steers her currently-captive Nightrender around by the stick in his face; but that only earns her an explosive sneeze as smoke and what's probably fae magic fills her nasal passages.
Most people will have run, she's sure. Those who don't have their own ways of telling which way is north would be able to follow the crowd, so the only people who are still here are the people who have frozen or hid in their terror and the people like her and Dan who run toward the sounds of screaming.
She shoves her captive Nightrender into the shattered remains of a booth, hoping the winding cloth will slow it down, and takes off after Dan and his matched set. She goes in low, knocking the feet out from under the one he's not shooting.
"Look," she growls, gesturing around the faire grounds, because she knows that Dan isn't going to retreat until he's satisfied he's gotten everyone out he can. Stupid lack of self-preservation. "I fight, you look!"
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Most people will have run, she's sure. Those who don't have their own ways of telling which way is north would be able to follow the crowd, so the only people who are still here are the people who have frozen or hid in their terror and the people like her and Dan who run toward the sounds of screaming.
She shoves her captive Nightrender into the shattered remains of a booth, hoping the winding cloth will slow it down, and takes off after Dan and his matched set. She goes in low, knocking the feet out from under the one he's not shooting.
"Look," she growls, gesturing around the faire grounds, because she knows that Dan isn't going to retreat until he's satisfied he's gotten everyone out he can. Stupid lack of self-preservation. "I fight, you look!"