liverfree: (you were born yesterday not me)
Prometheus, Titan of Forethought ([personal profile] liverfree) wrote in [community profile] nexus_crossings 2019-03-10 03:39 pm (UTC)

The shattering glass is quite a distraction. Prometheus peers into the gap left in the shattered plywood. Do his allies need help inside? It feels as though his work here is done...

Perhaps not, as he catches sight of the miscreant in the snow grabbing hold of the gun. "I thought I told you to stay down," he chastises, his expression one of disappointment.

The man sneers as he aims for the Titan's chest and pulls the trigger.

Click!

"I didn't give your friend time to reload," Prometheus tells the now wide-eyed thug. As he tries to scrabble to his feet, Prometheus grabs him by the scruff of his collar and gives him a good shake. "What am I supposed to do with you?" he demands. "You'll just run off or try to shoot me again."

"N-no, I w--"

"Don't waste my time with more lying." He drags him to the window, pushing aside concussed man who groans but otherwise doesn't move, and looks in once more. He doesn't want to leave his post, but he might be of better use inside.

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