Lunafreya | Nebula
"Yea, I don't think it's particularly scared of my fists, either," Lunafreya murmured, following in Nebula's footsteps. "I have got to get a weapon." The others in town seemed to favor guns. And damnit, she missed her powers. It made no sense; Nyx still had much of his power as a Glaive, the residual from wearing the ring. Why had she lost everything related to the Oracle?
Their footsteps were quiet, albeit Nebula clearly had more practice moving silently, but Lunafreya suspected whatever hunted them could sense them all the same. It was a prickling at the back of her neck. She swallowed that back, not wanting to express any fear to Nebula when they were trying to find that door out. Still, something felt like it was stalking them.
"Nebula-" she started, a mere whisper, but it ended on a short scream as something grabbed her ankle, a massive hand or clawed appendange yanking her off her feet and dragging her towards the underbrush.