Rachel lunges, claws catching in the front of his shirt, dragging him forward. Men scatter and leap out of the way, the bartender abandons his gun in favor of hiding under the whiskey bottles. The man with the family is pulled right up off his feet, into the air until he's face to face with Mr. Bear.
<A man with a family,> Rachel growls - out loud and in his mind both, <who hits on teenagers in a bar. Seems like I'd be doing them a favor, taking you out like trash.>
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Rachel lunges, claws catching in the front of his shirt, dragging him forward. Men scatter and leap out of the way, the bartender abandons his gun in favor of hiding under the whiskey bottles. The man with the family is pulled right up off his feet, into the air until he's face to face with Mr. Bear.
<A man with a family,> Rachel growls - out loud and in his mind both, <who hits on teenagers in a bar. Seems like I'd be doing them a favor, taking you out like trash.>