[Pen hangs on each and every movement the woman makes as they approach, her hand tightening on the dagger in her bag. The blood, the ragged tear where her arm was, and the unnatural angle that her neck hangs at are all clues that something is very, very wrong. But it isn't until the face is revealed that she gasps.]
Shit!
[Stepping around in front of him now, she draws the dagger from her bag, dropping it and unsheathing the blade. Holding it awkwardly, almost a foot of some golden, runed metal, she shakes her head.]
...Why can't Halloween be freaking normal around here?
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Shit!
[Stepping around in front of him now, she draws the dagger from her bag, dropping it and unsheathing the blade. Holding it awkwardly, almost a foot of some golden, runed metal, she shakes her head.]
...Why can't Halloween be freaking normal around here?