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OO3. FIGHT OR FLIGHT! ❝and whose gonna watch powder for me? ❞
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Powder trembled, holding onto the pipe with her little bit of strength. The Ignatia wasn't sure why that hiding spot was hers, but it was. And while the enforcer shone a light through their dark room, her finger slipped. His steps were slow, causing Iggy's heart to beat out of her chest. She made a bit of a noise, causing the man in uniform to linger. But he eventually left, slamming the door behind him. Powder almost immediately falling to the ground with a yelp. Iggy let out the tight breath she was holding, slumping into Claggor slightly.
"Are you all okay?" Vander pushes through the door, looking into the dark.
Vi is the first to drop down, her face scrunched up. "No, we're not okay. They almost saw Powder— what if they took her?" She blurted, her eyes filling with concern. Powder had gotten up to light up the room again. "No one is taking any of you— never letting that happen." His accent echoed throughout the room. Ekko had swung down, his face slightly bunched together. Just after him, Iggy turned her body to drop down from the small compartment near the roof. Her feet hitting the ground with a thud, and a low grunt leaving her lips. "It's already happening." Violet points with her hand.
"You heard him, they won't stop. We need to fight back." She hits the wall with her fist. Mylo flinching at the impact of the noise. Her warm eyes looked to the kid a few inches below her in height. Her shoulders were lifted, one hand rubbing her arm. Iggy placed a hand on Powder's farthest shoulder, pulling her into the side of her body. The pale younger girl obliged, wrapping one of her arms around the back of her. "And if you won't, I will."
Iggy's thumb rubbed the side of Powder's cheek in thought. Violets determined voice had echoed through her head. Her disposition for Piltover and the enforcers were growing everyday, but what strength did they have? They all were teaming on them—on kids! For once in her life, she was scared. Even though she vowed to never fear those bastards ever again. She coated her sadness and fear with anger and hate, but it was all slipping away. How they came inside their home, reminded her of what they'd done to her before. It was triggering her fight or flight and she wasn't sure which one she was going to choose. "I've heard this kind of talk before."
