[ Flynn snaps, more out of fear and adrenaline than anger. He'd been prepared to duck, or run, or skid his way toward what looks like the remains of a barrel he swears he already took apart. His hands feel empty, and he doesn't know what he'd do if he got a weapon into them anyway. It's like his skills are gone. He feels more vulnerable than ever, even here with a stranger with a piece of wood beside him. What good is a piece of wood against those awful things?
It feels wrong, in a sick, twisting sort of way, to straighten and press himself a little behind the stranger, but what else can he do? He can't defend himself, and he shouldn't even be here. ]
They're gone. Everything is. Or, it's back—on your left!
[ Another thing is leaping at his new companion, teeth bared. Flynn's heart is like a drum against his ribs. ]
something's coming
[ Flynn snaps, more out of fear and adrenaline than anger. He'd been prepared to duck, or run, or skid his way toward what looks like the remains of a barrel he swears he already took apart. His hands feel empty, and he doesn't know what he'd do if he got a weapon into them anyway. It's like his skills are gone. He feels more vulnerable than ever, even here with a stranger with a piece of wood beside him. What good is a piece of wood against those awful things?
It feels wrong, in a sick, twisting sort of way, to straighten and press himself a little behind the stranger, but what else can he do? He can't defend himself, and he shouldn't even be here. ]
They're gone. Everything is. Or, it's back—on your left!
[ Another thing is leaping at his new companion, teeth bared. Flynn's heart is like a drum against his ribs. ]