[Maketh lingers by the entrance, ready to pull some of the larger chunks of rubble down after the girl clears the door. Maybe this particular monster isn't very fast, but she's not ready to count on its failure to understand doorknobs just yet.
The stairs ought to slow it down a little, nonetheless.
Maketh grabs the girl by the arm and hauls her forward when she fails to move fast enough. Normally she'd be kinder or at least polite, regardless of the situation, but not today. She's in a mood, and not prepared to deal with anything less than military fucking precision. It's the wendigos and this newest horror and everything in between - Maketh has run all her patience to the ground. She's got none left to give. Her temper is the only thing still standing.
It's a small barricade that Maketh pulls down to the ground with a mighty crash, but it will have to do. Maketh lets go of the girl's arm, almost as an afterthought.]
Are you hurt?
[It comes out in a bark, a tone that demands answers. Maketh sizes the girl up - red hair, a dress that would have done the opulence of the Old Republic proud, and a face that strikes her as incredibly young.]
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[Maketh lingers by the entrance, ready to pull some of the larger chunks of rubble down after the girl clears the door. Maybe this particular monster isn't very fast, but she's not ready to count on its failure to understand doorknobs just yet.
The stairs ought to slow it down a little, nonetheless.
Maketh grabs the girl by the arm and hauls her forward when she fails to move fast enough. Normally she'd be kinder or at least polite, regardless of the situation, but not today. She's in a mood, and not prepared to deal with anything less than military fucking precision. It's the wendigos and this newest horror and everything in between - Maketh has run all her patience to the ground. She's got none left to give. Her temper is the only thing still standing.
It's a small barricade that Maketh pulls down to the ground with a mighty crash, but it will have to do. Maketh lets go of the girl's arm, almost as an afterthought.]
Are you hurt?
[It comes out in a bark, a tone that demands answers. Maketh sizes the girl up - red hair, a dress that would have done the opulence of the Old Republic proud, and a face that strikes her as incredibly young.]