She's wary and she's quick, skinny as a rake, and slippery as a snake, but there's no escaping him. He's like a Krogan, like a bear, like a hundred other things that Red's never seen, may never see.
He's like the big men standing outside the alley-door with a party behind him and a hatred in his eyes. He looks so big and slow and impossible, like a mountain, but when he moves...
Red dodges like the rat she resembles, skittering away as much as fleeing, but he takes up the whole room and it's a spider running from the boot. There's just not enough floor to get outside of his reach, and the peacekeepers don't seem to care one little bit. When he catches hold of her, she screamed, not in fear, but in rage, and bites with her little omnivore's teeth, until she tastes his weird, alien blood in her mouth.
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He's like the big men standing outside the alley-door with a party behind him and a hatred in his eyes. He looks so big and slow and impossible, like a mountain, but when he moves...
Red dodges like the rat she resembles, skittering away as much as fleeing, but he takes up the whole room and it's a spider running from the boot. There's just not enough floor to get outside of his reach, and the peacekeepers don't seem to care one little bit. When he catches hold of her, she screamed, not in fear, but in rage, and bites with her little omnivore's teeth, until she tastes his weird, alien blood in her mouth.