#inshadowswehunt

“Hunter scum!” Hyacinth froze with her newly acquired drink halfway to her lips. “You think you can just come in here like you own the place boy?” Oh. Not her, then. That was nice. 

Looking around, she spotted a knot of angry looking creatures around... well she couldn’t make out who they were around. Somebody who didn’t seem to be doing so good. It was a rather unfair looking fight to be honest. She supposed she should, you know, help or something. Rolling her eyes, Hyacinth knocked back her glass of wine in several quick swallows and turned back to the bar. She was going to need a couple things.

Moments later she was making her way towards the huddle of tormentors armed with a bottle of vodka, a lighter, and a clean strip of rag from the bar. She had also closed out her tab and traded numbers with a cute Fae girl. Sometimes you just had to work fast. Anyway. Rag goes in bottle, fire goes to rag... “Incoming!” With a shout, she flung the Molotov Cocktail at the biggest and meanest of the baddies on Team Arsehole.

Pandemonium broke out as the bottle smashed, spilling flaming liquid all over the creature’s hide. Diving for the unfortunate, bloodied mess that had been the target of their ire, she grabbed his hand and pulled, “God I hope you can run.”