87th Bloodbath

lorraine .

The blood trail follows them out, she doesn't know how to feel watching it. Maybe pity? But that feels narcisistic, even if it's honest. Lore holds the warhammer in its down swing, hair falling in her face and sighing with the two heaves. She's warming up to it, a bit heavier than she would have wanted but its the first thing she could find at least.

Something comfortable enough, she'll find better later, that's the whole plan. Things are settling and the dust is clearing, at least seven people have left already and a few more clears. "Syren, girl, I'm surprised you're still here," more than she expected. The boys left some time ago, she hasn't seen either twelves in a bit. Just her and the girl she trusted some odd days ago, Grim's bleeding.

The careers are still here, and these two girls. And "Kane? Oh hell, Kane! Dumbass!"

She sees him in the clearing, as the three he had been alongside ran with him behind. That kind of hesitation gets you killed, being alone is worse than being broken. Lore tries to get to him, dragging the warhammer behind in its trail as she bumps into the boy from ten again. Camo shoulders hitting her chest, "fuck off, dude!"

Stupid bottom.