“Stay here,” Hot Guy commands, shooting you a look over his shoulder as he ducks out of the room.
The door swings shut with an underwhelmingwhooshas he disappears after Big Blue.
Suddenly the bathroom is both pitch black and completely silent. Well—silent aside from the muffled screams coming from beyond.
“Stay here,” you repeat to yourself. “He wants me to stay here in the dark bathroom alone? Ha!”
The only light comes from your left wrist where the cuff is glowing brighter by the second.
“No way.” You carefully push open the door, peering around the corner as you whisper to no one in particular, “Don’t worry, Mr. Hot Dude. I’m gonna help you!”
Although…it doesn’tlooklike Mysterious Hot Guy needs any help.
Actually, he seems to be on top of the situation already.
Literally.
“That all you got?” He calls from where he stands on a table, plates and overturned glasses scattered around his boots as he wields golden whips of wind, dodging bolts of blue energy one after another. “Come at me, you big blue brute!”
Vincentius lets out a monstrous roar, rearing up taller like the taunts are only angering him.
Maybe angering the big blue lightning monster isn’treallythe best idea, but you can’t exactly tell Hot Book Guy that without making yourself a target, so you slink silently between the tables, trying to get somewhere safe that you might be able to help if need be.
Or…you know. Get away. Hey, no shame in trying to stay alive!
Speaking of.
A bolt of blue lightcracksas it flashes out inches from your face, leaving a smoking crater in the glossy floor right beside you.
Holy crap. That was close.
“And just where do you thinkyou’regoing, little human?” Big Blue snarls, taking two strides toward you before Hot Book Guy throws him back with another gust of wind.
Vincentius turns, advancing on him.
“What’s the matter?” He asks with a sinister grin breaking across his pointed, monstrous jaw. “Don’t like seeing your woman in danger?”
His woman!?What the heck?
“Hey!” You shout before you can remember you’re supposed to be trying not to die, “I don’t belong to anyone.”
So much for survival instinct.
Vincentius snarls a vicious, barking sort of laugh, launching himself across the room to land beside you.
Uh, oh.
You’re supposed to be helping Hot Guy fight, but somehow you seem to have got yourself into danger.
And you have no weapons. Nothing to throw—
Looking around the mess of nearby tables, you grab a half-eaten breadstick, chucking at Big Blue.
It…bounces off.
And drops to the floor with a rather dullplop.
For a moment, both Hot Book Dude and Vincentius stand there frozen, like neither of them believes what you’ve just done.
