[Lance stares at him guarded and thinking, trying to read the situation and just not able to figure it out. His Omen increases its size a bit and looks over to him. In response, Lance pries himself away from the wall and grabs hold around the coyote's neck. The omen then sprouts translucent mythical wings and flies him up to one of the rafters, the wings then dissipate.
Lance sits there straddling the beam with his jaw tightly clenched against the pain and unease for a moment. Then he reaches into the dark long coat he's wearing and pulls out Reaper's mask. He tosses it over to him without looking or saying anything.]
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Lance sits there straddling the beam with his jaw tightly clenched against the pain and unease for a moment. Then he reaches into the dark long coat he's wearing and pulls out Reaper's mask. He tosses it over to him without looking or saying anything.]