Re: Friends, Enemies, and Mrs. Bently...
Riding upon the back of a ferocious hound, galloping into battle, in the rain and under the night, Penny felt so keenly alive. Something spoke to her, awakened in her an ancient, atavistic urge, drew her back to wilder times. She was Boudicca on her chariot, leading her Briton warriors to battle against the Roman legions. No, she was like a Celtic warrior-queen of old, with a sword in each hand and gold torcs on arms and neck, bare-breasted, bedecked in woad war-paint and blood spatter, riding into battle on a ghostly black dog and empowered by primal magic. She was a chieftainess of the People of the Dark Moor, leading the war against the monsters of the night. 'Yaaah!' she screamed bloodthirstily.
(All of which was spoiled by her being a prim Victorian lady in a shredded fine dress, with brolly and pistol and otherwise clinging on for dear life and trying desperately not to lose her hat. 'Aaah!' she just screamed.)
Recovering her wits, shocked into sobriety, Penny saw the bloody form of the witch beneath the hellhound's claws, screaming for mercy. She didn't need Simon's urging to give it, though it sped her reaction. She yanked up the cold iron collar. 'Off! Down girl!' she commanded. Penny slid off the hellhound's flank, before pointing at the three new vampires. The hellhound had to have its kill. 'The vampires! Slay them, then return to my side!'
Penny Dreadful, awesome and terrible, strode through the slashing rain at the bloodied witch, her umbrella held in a reverse grip, the shining revolver in her hand. She levelled the barrel at the other woman. 'Do you yield?'
OOC: If the witch tries anything, Penny will knock her unconscious with the umbrella.
10:44, Today: Penny Dreadful rolled 23 using 1d20+6. umbrella.
10:44, Today: Penny Dreadful rolled 6 using 1d6+1. damage.
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