LaMesha turned around without haste.
It came from the last person she wanted to see: Jioni and a Tenebris behind her in hot pursuit. LaMesha’s eyes widened as the pair came racing towards her; she stepped to the left, Jioni misread her movements, and the two collided; they fell to the ground. Her revolver skipped several feet away; it was too far to reach, leaving her weaponless.
“Why are you always running into me?” LaMesha yelled as she glared at Jioni.
Jioni only stared back with panic-stricken eyes.
The Tenebris wasted no time; it stood tall and upright; LaMesha crawled backward and extended her arm, waved it against the ground—searched—but her revolver was nowhere near. One of the branchy arms caught her leg. LaMesha twisted and turned as it dragged her. She kicked but never screamed.
A Tenebris arm reached for Jioni, but the teen pushed herself backward.
