I. SENSE. DEATH.

[oneenemyleft]

[ There's a thin underlay of static, snowy, but you can still hear: A sharp gasp of breath, a clinking of chains, and then Fuuka shouts, almost, frightened and suddenly placing-no way, that's impossible, but: ]

I- I sense Death!

[ Then a gunshot. ]

[ Fuuka runs backwards, the way the group's come, and puts her evoker to her temple and pulls the

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[prodigal_axe]

[Even before Fuuka shouts her warning, that -sound- has Shinjiro turning on his heel and listening with an intense wariness. That echoing, scraping noise, like ghostly chains... he knows that sound. But how is that possible.]

Shit.... that's.... [Too much for this group. Or was it. Either way, Shinjiro's already got both hands in his pockets. One curled around the evoker, other around the pistol he brought. And there's the axe strapped to his back for good measure.]