Okay, yeah, good call. [His whispered barely scratched his throat. When hand met hand, he felt that iota of relief well up within his ribcage. Small mercies.]
Creeping back's the plan. At my count... three... two... one— [Jayce took one step backwards and the heel of his usually-polished boot crunched a glass-like debris in tens of pieces.
The monster's horribly triangle ears snapped to attention, and Jayce almost fainted.]
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Creeping back's the plan. At my count... three... two... one— [Jayce took one step backwards and the heel of his usually-polished boot crunched a glass-like debris in tens of pieces.
The monster's horribly triangle ears snapped to attention, and Jayce almost fainted.]