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“Ow! Owowowowowowow, ow!” Rex exclaimed, wrapping an arm around his stomach and bending over, his brown eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to release the pain. He stumbled back, providing her a distance to at least block another punch if need be.
“Okay, okay…” he said in a pinched, strained voice, “I got it. No touching…I won’t do it again, sorry.” After a minute, he straightened up, rubbing his now aching tummy. Rex gave her a slightly more serious expression.
“I really do need you to leave, though. It isn’t safe here for people like you.” He gave a nervous glance to a big pile of rubble a good distance away from them, his eyes wary. “I need you to go…now. Before it–”
Rex didn’t even finish his sentence before the massive pile exploded, flinging debris in every which direction with incredible force and aim, plowing down walls and windows in their wake. Feeling the sudden rush of adrenaline going through his body, Rex instinctively went into defensive mode and pushed the stranger away, narrowly avoiding a flying cement block gunning towards her. He clenched his teeth.
“Agh, why won’t you just stay down?!” he suddenly shouted, glaring angrily at the horrible conglomeration of body horror now in front of them. It was a big, white, wretched thing with a number of mouths opening and closing, snapping sharp teeth in the directions it sensed body heat. Soulless eyes of a gray, mucky color stared at nothing, covering the monstrosity like an infectious pox. It was shapeless, the beast. It had nothing to resemble what it once was, a man.
And, Rex acted as if the atrocious thing was a daily hinderance. He seemed neither repulsed or amazed by its massive size; his frustration was the equivalent of a teenager assessing a difficult homework problem. It was just annoying, nothing more to him.
It roared at him in response, whipping out a flagelle-like arm in his direction, as if to grapple him. Rex gritted his teeth and ducked, laying low on the ground as the substance barely grazed his head. Looking up, he gave the civilian a hard stare.
Tem couldn’t entirely fight the tiny, pleased smirk that poked onto her face. Really, that oughta teach him.
After waving off his apology (and thus giving no assurance she’d accepted it or not), Tem crossed her arms and stepped back to put a little distance between them. She still wasn’t taking him seriously; she only pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows at his warning. ‘ People like you ’ ーwhat made him so special?
Before she was able to properly retortーwhich was really only going to consist of standing there, arms crossed, staring at him emotionlesslyーsome sort of hell broke loose, and then that moron was touching her again.
Whatever insult she was trying to prepare was turned only into curt cry of surprise, and she almost didn’t manage to catch herself as she stumbled off to the side.
She was really going to kill this guy.
It was a little out of place, how unfazed she seemed by all of this. In truth, she was shaking a little, the shock unavoidable, but she was determined not to showcase any sort of over-the-top reaction. Maybe the Yellow Scarves had helped to desensitize her, though a gigantic blubbery monster wasn’t exactly comparable to gang brawls nor did it quite match the type of otherworldly things that seemed to normally be found prowling the streets.
The monster in question seemed to have its sights set entirely on the stranger for now, which, however stupid it was, made it easier for Tem to hold her ground. Rather than retreat, she picked her way back among the new debris, getting herself a little more out of the line of fire.
“No thanks,” She called, settling herself behind some of the structural damage. Though that thing had proven it could easily take down a wall, it still made her feel safer. “I actually really wanted to go this way, so I’ll wait it out.” He seemed more bothered by her than by the creature, so she’d give it a minute to see if he really had it under control.
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