Chapter 7: California Bound
At Ian's sudden outburst, Penny stared in shock, hardly getting the chance to correct or clarify her words, to explain that it was a magical horror one couldn't resist no matter their courage. She'd tried to show her concern and understanding, for all the good it did. 'Good heavens, what have I done now?' she exclaimed in exasperation, then cursed to the heavens themselves, 'Men!'
She waved off Lily 'No, no, men are such temperamental, precious creatures. I'll speak to him when his mood has settled. I have work to do still.'
Penny begged Lily for her tomahawks and took to the Sharp-Elbows with them, but with a purpose, and now working out a fair degree of frustration and irritation. With a few blows, and a good wrenching of the humerus, she broke off the twin bony spikes, finishing the job she'd begun earlier. Then she stoved in the creature's ghastly second face, leaving an unrecognisable pulp. 'That saves on difficult-to-answer questions.' She wiped the blood off the weapons and skewers on the creature's clothes, and left the body to the coyotes and vultures, or whatever carrion eaters they had out here. It seemed a fitting fate.
Handing back the tomahawks, Penny regarded the twin bony skewers curiously, with ideas in mind. '"No weapon forged", hmm...'
OOC: Ready to merge.
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