[She can smell the fear in the air, from those who had been touched by the tendrils extending from him. She doesn't know what they do, but it doesn't seem as if they've killed anyone yet, so she lets herself ignore them for the moment. Scathach wanted the source, to destroy what was causing it all.
The Warrior grinned, showing her elongated incisors. It was generally a sight that would make a mortal man shake with fear, but she doubted it would have the same effect on him. It was mostly for herself.
Thousands of years of training have heightened her senses and skills, and she knows that she's being followed, that she'll have others there to help if necessary. She doesn't plan on letting them get in the way, of course, but imports (which they no doubt were) could be a stubborn lot. She should know. The redhead pauses on the bridge, her response to Laura is just a murmur.]
Not me.
[Then she raises her voice so he can hear her, basically grinning:]
You're underestimating us. ["Me" was the word she wanted to use, but she... might need the help.]
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The Warrior grinned, showing her elongated incisors. It was generally a sight that would make a mortal man shake with fear, but she doubted it would have the same effect on him. It was mostly for herself.
Thousands of years of training have heightened her senses and skills, and she knows that she's being followed, that she'll have others there to help if necessary. She doesn't plan on letting them get in the way, of course, but imports (which they no doubt were) could be a stubborn lot. She should know. The redhead pauses on the bridge, her response to Laura is just a murmur.]
Not me.
[Then she raises her voice so he can hear her, basically grinning:]
You're underestimating us. ["Me" was the word she wanted to use, but she... might need the help.]