[ Max's ear fins stretch out. Her eyes burn. Her concentration wanes. A groan builds in her throat, because she can't so much as glance away from her slow-moving target, who she wills to move quicker, even though it feels like her head's going to burst and she's going cross-eyed.
Through her teeth, she mutters: ] No- Basil, I- I can't—
[ The young man is out of the alley too—but so are his friends. One moment, there's two blurs approaching, and the next, a glass bottle flies in Max's direction and explodes at her feet.
She yelps, and she jumps back, back still to Basil—and blinks.
The human Max has been leading shakes his head and shouts. He's a moment from backing away, a moment from charging, and it's impossible to tell which he'll do. ]
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Through her teeth, she mutters: ] No- Basil, I- I can't—
[ The young man is out of the alley too—but so are his friends. One moment, there's two blurs approaching, and the next, a glass bottle flies in Max's direction and explodes at her feet.
She yelps, and she jumps back, back still to Basil—and blinks.
The human Max has been leading shakes his head and shouts. He's a moment from backing away, a moment from charging, and it's impossible to tell which he'll do. ]
Sh- shit!