this is bad, like real bad old man

Kuroki needed a moment to catch his breath, sides heaving as Víðarr approached. He wasn't even sure how to put it all into words, it felt like a blur. A car crash in slow motion, horrific and terrible but compelling enough that you couldn't help but look, even if you wished you didn't. He sucked in another lungful of air, that was one of his beefs with the Maw, the air was so thin here.

"Cel- they got her. I don't fuckin' know who. They'd been tailing her, I tried to stop them, but fuck me. They're just-" They fought like demons, with the same strength and brutality for a moment he'd wondered if it was Hattori beating the snot out of him. "I tried to follow their trail, but they covered their tracks. Used some sort of something to get rid of it." Oki wasn't very smart, not cunning or resourceful like these wolves clearly were.