[ So much would make more sense in this situation if Fern had any means of suspecting that this figure was in fact one of those mannequins that have been haunting people, but it's impossible to tell — between the man's fully-covered body and the lack of information about him. All she's seen him do is lash out violently at others, and the incident at the mall happened before the mannequins, as far as she knows, so...
The travelers of the night, he says again, as if that explains anything. It doesn't. It didn't the first time and it doesn't now. Could it be yet another vampire-related thing? It's not like the mask allows her to see any potential fangs, though she finds it hard to believe that any vampire would wear this much white.
Still, she notes the way that his body language shifts, how he's readying himself to come at her with yet more violence (Perception: 25), and so she's prepared for it as best she can be. She jumps back before the punch can find her, hoping to draw him out of the alley and onto the sidewalk so that there's more chance of someone noticing the commotion.
Maybe she can handle him on her own, but she doesn't want to assume that either. He's already done plenty of damage, from the look of things, and the way he talks is some worrisome combination of crazed and rote. It makes her worry there won't be any reasoning with him. Thankfully, the injured man does eventually manage to drag himself to his feet and he starts running the other way into the dark of the alley; Fern didn't expect him to help her, but at least he's out of danger's reach now.
She, on the other hand, has plenty of it to deal with still. While she doesn't know if inflicting a wound on the stranger will be enough to scare him off, it's not like she has much choice when he's coming at her like this. After dodging the punch, she ducks down, trying to get under the reach of his arms to dart in closer to him. She aims the slash of her dagger at his side, aiming to slice at him but not grievously wound — yet. ]
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The travelers of the night, he says again, as if that explains anything. It doesn't. It didn't the first time and it doesn't now. Could it be yet another vampire-related thing? It's not like the mask allows her to see any potential fangs, though she finds it hard to believe that any vampire would wear this much white.
Still, she notes the way that his body language shifts, how he's readying himself to come at her with yet more violence (Perception: 25), and so she's prepared for it as best she can be. She jumps back before the punch can find her, hoping to draw him out of the alley and onto the sidewalk so that there's more chance of someone noticing the commotion.
Maybe she can handle him on her own, but she doesn't want to assume that either. He's already done plenty of damage, from the look of things, and the way he talks is some worrisome combination of crazed and rote. It makes her worry there won't be any reasoning with him. Thankfully, the injured man does eventually manage to drag himself to his feet and he starts running the other way into the dark of the alley; Fern didn't expect him to help her, but at least he's out of danger's reach now.
She, on the other hand, has plenty of it to deal with still. While she doesn't know if inflicting a wound on the stranger will be enough to scare him off, it's not like she has much choice when he's coming at her like this. After dodging the punch, she ducks down, trying to get under the reach of his arms to dart in closer to him. She aims the slash of her dagger at his side, aiming to slice at him but not grievously wound — yet. ]