03-10-2014, 05:21 PM
He was torn in the decision. Turn back and try again - and potentially run into the old woman again which probably wasn't a good idea - or forge on ahead and hope for the best?
As he looked behind, a cold sort of ominous feeling began to permeate his skin. He shivered, although the wind was not that cold. Worry crept in after that, and Jensen turned in a slow circle to study his surroundings. Something was off, but what?
It was then that the wind gusted the dust-coat of a small shape emerging from the shadows. A woman, Jensen realized with a start. A woman carrying - is that a sword?
He scratched at his hair, then glanced side to side as though hoping a witness might be around. He held up his hands, and slowly backed away. The menace continued to grow stronger, and it seemed to be radiating from the shadows along the street. Jensen swallowed nervously.
"Ma'am?"
He called to her behind raised hands. The Texan drawl was strong. "Is there something I can do for you?"
A part of him hoped she wasn't thinking he could become a kebab on that sword of hers.
As he looked behind, a cold sort of ominous feeling began to permeate his skin. He shivered, although the wind was not that cold. Worry crept in after that, and Jensen turned in a slow circle to study his surroundings. Something was off, but what?
It was then that the wind gusted the dust-coat of a small shape emerging from the shadows. A woman, Jensen realized with a start. A woman carrying - is that a sword?
He scratched at his hair, then glanced side to side as though hoping a witness might be around. He held up his hands, and slowly backed away. The menace continued to grow stronger, and it seemed to be radiating from the shadows along the street. Jensen swallowed nervously.
"Ma'am?"
He called to her behind raised hands. The Texan drawl was strong. "Is there something I can do for you?"
A part of him hoped she wasn't thinking he could become a kebab on that sword of hers.