Cosmic Dust

Whatever cool and collected facade Katie was going for? Gone. It had already started to crack, but now it fully splintered. That tended to happen when a literal monster hoisted you up and spat death right in your face. A whimper slipped out of Katie's throat, making a hoarse, "Ah," sound.

Tanmur hadn't just caught a paladin, but a child that'd sooner find security in stuffed animals than her armor.

She tried, in vain, to get away, but only managed to make herself swing all the closer to her latest of nightmares—like some sick punishment pendulum. She had to curl into the fetal position for any and all distance between herself and gnashing teeth. This is when self-preservation was kicked into high-gear.

"I think we should, uh.." She trialed off, swiping through absolute blurs of pictures and texts. Unfortunately, the line between genius and iPad kid was pretty thin.

"OOOoooOOOoooOOOooohhh," she caws, giggling and dodging their swings, "I'm BYAN."

She had noticed him quick enough. How could she not? He looked like an even more wiley Coran, as if that was even possible.

Sentimentality aside, she didn't hesitate when she pivoted around—stone faced as her left bionic arm shifted into a proper pistol. Her right one hung at her side, poised to tear through anything with its wicked claws.

He was following her; she knew that much. Empirically speaking, she probably should've collected a few more dozen data points. Instinctively speaking, though, this guy had to be a fan or an assassin. She rather pull a gun on the former, instead of giving the latter the upper-hand.

She went, "Oof," as her body went thud against the jungle floor. She picked herself up in a sort of half-push up, huffing and glaring at Sendak with the combined irritation power of each and every one of her rashes. This had to be the fifth time he's dropped her, ever since he insisted upon dragging her through the vines and roots that made up her very own allergy central.