[ “What the hell?!” cries the would-be robber, but Emet-Selch just looks her over and thinks mildly, Huh. Odds were high that her true form was something inhuman looking, something that might fuel her feelings of being made other by the people of her star. It makes sense.
In the brief moment that he spends looking at her, another one of the thugs charges him from down the hall. He catches a flash of movement in his periphery and almost lazily raises a hand, his assailant’s blade clashing with an unseen bubble of force in a shower of white-purple sparks. ]
Honestly, if you’re going to be stupid, at least be entertaining about it.
[ Emet-Selch flexes his fingers, sending his attacker flying backwards into one of his fellows. They both go clattering to the floor in a tangle of limbs. ]
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In the brief moment that he spends looking at her, another one of the thugs charges him from down the hall. He catches a flash of movement in his periphery and almost lazily raises a hand, his assailant’s blade clashing with an unseen bubble of force in a shower of white-purple sparks. ]
Honestly, if you’re going to be stupid, at least be entertaining about it.
[ Emet-Selch flexes his fingers, sending his attacker flying backwards into one of his fellows. They both go clattering to the floor in a tangle of limbs. ]