lutheria & ceres: COEURL MOB. like a flash mob, but fun. (FINALLY)
They hadn't been working together long. Ceres was off-and-on with the Lions; Lutheria had been in and out of the city on external jobs. But they understood each other, implicitly. Which was fortunate, really, considering neither seemed capable of barking out more than twelve words at a time.
Ceres moved and Lutheria went with her. She went high; the fell knight went low, her gunblade gashing across the legs of the Coeurl, opening its gut, a pile of foul-smelling innards spilling onto the ground in Lutheria's wake. Then she was up again, rolling out from beneath the Coeurl, checking to be sure Ceres hadn't been hit (of course not). Two more behind them. Ajora's balls, were they some kind hydra, splitting in two for every one they cut down?
That would certainly make things more entertaining.