"What the-" When the ground began to move, Locke's first instinct was to grab hold of the youngest of their group to make sure she kept her footing, but his hand only made it half the distance between them before he realized she was doing just fine on her own. And what was going on with her necklace?
It wasn't so much the glow and tug of the pendant as it was the shake of the ground that influenced Locke's decision. Instead, the hand that had gone to Garnet went to quickly reach down and grab his dagger from the strap on his leg. He might have gone for the boomerang first, but with two ranged attackers already with them it would be best to be prepared for a closer onslaught just in case. As capable as he was with the small, sturdy blade, for the first time in a very long while he wondered why he never opted to bring along something longer.
You know what would be nice right now? The question popped into his mind as he followed steadily after Fran, frowning a bit to himself. Edgar's stupid, clunky weapons.