[ Clover, and yes it is indeed Clover though the oni likely does not care, darts of out the way, zipping closer rather than further away. She gets right in Svetka's face, all bright light and wide, feathery wings.
Arthur glances over his shoulder to see the sight of his faerie getting up close and personal. He nearly calls her name again, but then he realizes what she's doing: she's buying him time. Clover has always been foolishly brave, ever since the moment he met her. This, it seems, is no different.
He scrambles once again to his feet, his wounded side feeling like its on fire. He grits his teeth, does his best to ignore it, and runs for the vial. He practically dives beneath the pool table to get it. ]
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Arthur glances over his shoulder to see the sight of his faerie getting up close and personal. He nearly calls her name again, but then he realizes what she's doing: she's buying him time. Clover has always been foolishly brave, ever since the moment he met her. This, it seems, is no different.
He scrambles once again to his feet, his wounded side feeling like its on fire. He grits his teeth, does his best to ignore it, and runs for the vial. He practically dives beneath the pool table to get it. ]