>>6140294“Hey, Sally.”
“Yea?”
“Watch out,” She doesn’t even have time to react as your hand pushes her into the dirt street, and you bolt in the opposite direction. But at the last minute, you do give her directions, like a good boss, by doing at 180, saying, “And try not to let them figure out you’re invincible!” And completing a 360 as you dart to the outskirts of town. Behind you, all can hear a symphony of curses and metallic pings. Oh well, what can you do?
The answer to that question is breaking and entering, of course. The only logical next step for your journey of sprinting between buildings, vegetation, and whatever cover you can find is to enter a house whose front faces parallel to the road. No cover around it, so you push open a window, step past the family of seven, flash your Inquisitorial medal when the father moves to confront you and exit the opposite window without a single word spoken to any of them. The only thought that goes through your mind during that exchange is the fact the gunshots have died down in intensity, so either the sniper has wisened up to Sally’s ability or they're running low on ammunition. Either way, they’re not paying attention to you, so it doesn’t really matter.
You vault over a wagon, and the end is in sight. The sniper herself seems to be scanning the area through her scope, looking for the black-armored woman, and unable to find her. Sally must have gotten fed up and went back for cover, which isn’t exactly what you wanted, but you suppose she can’t be blamed. After all, it’s trivial to pull yourself up the thatch roof and find yourself behind the Inquisitor with a modern-day rifle. Oh, did you not mention she’s an Inquisitor? The pilgrim hat should be a dead giveaway. Again, like so many other things, it doesn’t matter. Not when the Throngler finds purchase in her arm and stabs through the thatch roof. If you were a nicer person, you’d make a note here to apologize to the inhabitants of the home you’re breaking. But you’re not, so you don’t.
The Inquisitor lets out a yelp but tactfully does not scream. That would be embarrassing! Probably, you’d scream if you got stabbed, but most people in this world seem to have a lot more pride than you do, so it is what it is. “Damn, you, Asher!” She barks, and your brow furrows.
“I appear to be at a disadvantage, miss…” You purposely trail off, and you press a leg to her back, keeping her down.
“Like hell, I’d ever tell you, dog!”
You roll your eyes, it’s going to be one of these, "Yeah, whatever, man. I’m going to guess you’re not going to tell me your evil plan?”
She laughs a strained laugh, “Hah, so the demon says <span class="mu-i">our</span> plan is evil, is it? Your entire existence is one of sin, you monster.”
