Fear.

[dogbitesman]

Someone was being cleverIt was coming true. All of the visions, the terrors, they were happening for real. It didn't take a rocket scientist - or an absent technical genius from the Pegasus Galaxy - to figure it out

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[first_worde]

Rupert came crashing through the door with grace of an oversized puppy. An oversized puppy who was armed and severely agitated.

"Just saw your girlfriend heading the wrong way, William, you might-" he stopped. There was an undead creature of some kind attacking his brother. Aside from the fact that Rupert disliked, as a rule, the undead (no matter how sexy they might be, though in this instance that wasn't a problem) he had exclusive rights to abusing William de Worde as was only fair- he was the older brother, time inconsistencies or no.

His expression turned, it was fair to say, rageful, and he charged forward without drawing his sword to bodily remove the attacker from his brother.

[dogbitesman]

The smell of burning flesh clogged his nostrils, and the world was going white around the edges-

-and then it wasn't, as the grip around his neck released as Pin was knocked off William, who sagged, clutching his throat as he tried to process.

"Which girl- oh, no, Rupert, look out-"

Although the fact that Pin had just pulled out a switchblade with the hand not holding the spike was fairly obvious. More due to the fact it was very sharp than any particular grandiose menace with which it was held, because there was none. Pin held it like a cook would hold a spatula; absolute careless ease with a tool of his trade.

"Yeah, Rupert," said Pin. "Look out."

[first_worde]

Rupert drew his sword with expert flare, because that was the part of swordplay he'd become an expert at. Everything else was prone to an unfortunate lack of discipline, if no lack in effort.

"Your face is melting," he said.

[dogbitesman]

Frying, thought William, but didn't say it out loud. He didn't want to distract Rupert, who was likely in enough trouble as it was.

Mr Pin said, "Allow me to come up with a clever reply," and then replied by darting forward, closing in beyond the range that a sword was actually useful, and striking out with the knife.