[ Quick as lightning, Cat grabs the dying man, spins, and heaves his body at the trio of children behind them who'd witnessed the whole thing. One boy, two girls, all of them knocked down. The boy is the smallest. Cat advances on them with steps perhaps too sure for someone who's supposedly blind.
There's screaming, now. Oh well.
One of the girls manages to get out from under the body and pulls the boy free with her. He makes a run for it. Good. If Cat couldn't see him, he could certainly hear those pounding footsteps. ]
Get the boy!
[ He snaps his order at Syllona quickly, not letting her any pause to process the situation, to think, to freeze up, and as he shouts he draws his own sword. ]
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There's screaming, now. Oh well.
One of the girls manages to get out from under the body and pulls the boy free with her. He makes a run for it. Good. If Cat couldn't see him, he could certainly hear those pounding footsteps. ]
Get the boy!
[ He snaps his order at Syllona quickly, not letting her any pause to process the situation, to think, to freeze up, and as he shouts he draws his own sword. ]