Originally Posted by
Murkus
[Empty Station]
The last word is cut from Maiel's mouth. Blanche scores several hits in his center of mass, driving the dark man back a step. He chokes out a laugh as blood dribbles down his shirt. "Children have no sense of drama any more."
Blanche probably has a few options for cover. Benches, crates, a metal booth to cover people waiting in the rain. There's also the train station itself, a small colonial-seeming building mostly made of wood and glass.
Momentarily slowed by the fusillade, Maiel begins to walk quickly toward Blanche. Not quite running. He doesn't seem like he's withholding his attack out of contempt, however. It's more like he's conserving his energy...
His eyes have disappeared again, sucked down into those abyssal pits where twinkling pinpoints of diamond light wink and gleam. The dark man leans back... and chucks his suitcase at the nimble cat. It transforms midair, shedding whatever glamour keeps it small. Flying at Blanche now is a long stone chest or trunk with a sealed lid, bound with loops of steel chain.