[ Jonathan Sims is a really, really pitiful sprinter. Glitch outstrips him immediately, and Jon stumbles and scrambles around overturned carts and crates in his path.
Something else follows in his shadow, but Jon hasn't noticed it yet: a simmer of smoke flecked with flashes of emerald Vileblood. It's an Omen brewing in his wake, listening in as he hisses frustration under his breath. ]
No— I Know you.
[ Glitch will feel it suddenly: it's the weight of being watched by something much bigger and scarier than the scrawny man trying to keep up with him. ]
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Something else follows in his shadow, but Jon hasn't noticed it yet: a simmer of smoke flecked with flashes of emerald Vileblood. It's an Omen brewing in his wake, listening in as he hisses frustration under his breath. ]
No— I Know you.
[ Glitch will feel it suddenly: it's the weight of being watched by something much bigger and scarier than the scrawny man trying to keep up with him. ]