by Nailah Weaver » Fri Mar 15, 2019 8:05 pm
A couple things flash through Nailah's head. Unable to lift Drake into the air the both of them go overboard and into the water. Between wet wings, soaked fur and a tased Drake it's too much trouble just to stay above water and weapons are pointed at their heads from the ship.
That won't do, but they're already going over the edge. She lets go of Drake's hand and she tears a syringe out of the package under her arm, jamming it into her thigh as the two fall off the boat and out of sight.
And then a four-legged sphinx rises into the air with a couple of beats of her wings, holding Drake by the collar of his shirt. "If you can spit fire then now would be a fantastic time to."