pandora's box

All edge, both literal and... not. Iscariot's sharp gaze lands on the boy as he approaches, hackles immediately rising along her back, her shoulders. A pale boy with a fiery mane, his gaze on her resting too long. "Interesting defensive strat, kiddo." Musical in the way she speaks, a glimmer in her eye as she springs to life.

Charging the boy, her bats flitting over each shoulder, a decent enough way to keep watch. Out of the line of fire, they watch Riot spring to life. Spring to something dangerous, as she rushes the stranger. Ears pinned close to her skull, unwilling to give him purchase. Riot stays low to the ground-- hoping to make him work for it, if he wants to get a good grip, as she comes in hot. A flash of teeth as she targets his ankles at a dead run. If she could gather enough momentum, hopefully it would be enough to shake him from where he stood and keep going.

Everything about Iscariot is risky, flighty, and fun. For her, at least.

"Iscariot"