[Rhys, on the other hand, only registers to her as a weedy, obnoxiously-dressed idiot yelling across the way. But she raises her head at his voice right along with the coeurls (it’d probably be a funny sight if the whole dying thing weren’t an issue) and the situation immediately clicks into place: this guy has bought her at least another eight seconds. Ten if he doesn't die. Maybe eleven if the coeurls go for the robo-bits first.
Lilith doesn't miss a beat. As the big cats' strides pick up pace, she rifles through every pocket she's got, growing increasingly frantic, until--] Ha!
[Lucky break. Lilith pulls the pin out of the very last grenade she's got on her, hurls it at the closer of the two monsters, and phases with a flash of blinding light into seeming nonexistence.]
HI RHYSIE.... 1/2
Maybe eleven if the coeurls go for the robo-bits first.Lilith doesn't miss a beat. As the big cats' strides pick up pace, she rifles through every pocket she's got, growing increasingly frantic, until--] Ha!
[Lucky break. Lilith pulls the pin out of the very last grenade she's got on her, hurls it at the closer of the two monsters, and phases with a flash of blinding light into seeming nonexistence.]