Andrea flexes both biceps. The man decides not to wait for further demonstration. He dashes off to the left, towards the front door. Before he reaches the exit, Andrea grabs him by the back of his leather jacket and tosses him down, face first, onto the hard floor. When he pulls his face off the […]
His suggestion is cut short, as Andrea flings up an elbow that smashes into the man’s clenched fist. The gathered crowd grimaces in union from the sounds of his finger bones snapping. The knife drops from his limp hand. She catches it by its sharp blade, and kindly offers it, handle first, back to him.
The instigator yanks out a switch-blade, pops it open and aims its sharp point at Andrea’s throat.
Andrea pivots to square her body to the instigator. His eye-level comes to the bottom of her chin, requiring him to tilt his head up in order to take in the full magnitude of her towering and menacing frame.
The instigator reaches past Andrea, and gives the other man another shove. Instead of retaliating, the defender just looks up non-threatening to Andrea while responding back to the instigator.
Andrea exits from behind the bar and heads to the pool table, positioning her 6 foot 6 inch body between the two angry men. The main instigator opts to ignore her presence, keeping his focus on his shoving partner.
As she moves onto the next sorry sack, Andrea keeps one eye on the rowdier crowd congregating at the pool table in the front. When two of the men start a shoving match, she glances over to her short, stocky bartending partner. When he simply looks back with lazy eyes, she shakes her head and
The tendrils pull back gently from his fingers to dance around and tap lightly against Wayfarer’s bare palm. Then they merge back into one, and sink into their source, leaving just the mysteriously placid wall/door in front of him. He lifts his palm to his lips, cups it around his mouth, and kisses it tenderly.
Wayfarer finds the crack in the wall and jams the scroll back into its secretive spot. He lifts the torch from its notch, but does not walk away. Instead, he gives his full attention to the light-consuming wall/door that stretches wide and long in front of him. He holds out his free hand, letting his
