[ The click is more than enough sound to have Nora—No, the creature that looks so much like her, sounds so much like her, but with jaw distended—spin on its heel with a scream that echoes off the buildings before it takes off into the darkness, down an alley, the movement twitching, edging on not human. The Brotherhood soldier does not twist his head in Danse's direction, but lets out a grunt that may sound vaguely familiar (like Danse himself, if he could handle such thoughts) but easily written off by the oppressive darkness and how sound seems to twist here, before he takes after her, no pause or wait.
The Brotherhood soldier clearly has no interest in letting up on his target, regardless of what or who is behind him. Nora's screams continue to echo, wavering, followed by the heavy steps of the soldier. But there's no pop of a gun. However this soldier is going to kill Nora, it's not going to be pleasant. Perhaps he'll smash her into pieces, crush her slowly, and then leave her mangled body for whatever monsters haunt this place. ]
apologies on lateness! i've been extremely ill!
The Brotherhood soldier clearly has no interest in letting up on his target, regardless of what or who is behind him. Nora's screams continue to echo, wavering, followed by the heavy steps of the soldier. But there's no pop of a gun. However this soldier is going to kill Nora, it's not going to be pleasant. Perhaps he'll smash her into pieces, crush her slowly, and then leave her mangled body for whatever monsters haunt this place. ]