[Lightning is on her way back into town from a perhaps less than successful hunt when Six bolts past her into the dark. For half a second the woman thinks that the tiny child was a Grimm, something rushing out of turning the town into chaos, but then her brain registers the color of that raincoat, garish even in the dim firelight and.
Well. There she fucking goes.]
Hey!
[She's almost too fast to track. Almost. Lightning whirls on her heel and bolts after the squirt, rushing back into the dark. The Grimm howl in the night, just waiting for a snack, and this kid's--damn it all!]
B!
Well. There she fucking goes.]
Hey!
[She's almost too fast to track. Almost. Lightning whirls on her heel and bolts after the squirt, rushing back into the dark. The Grimm howl in the night, just waiting for a snack, and this kid's--damn it all!]
Stop!