[It's not the first of the fights she's seen, but it's the first time she's seen someone's eyes glow gold. It chills her, enough for her to put on a burst of speed.
Instinct tells her not to get involved, that getting in the middle of a dogfight only results in being bitten, but that glow's way too familiar.
She has a battered baseball bat in hand, wood, but she doesn't raise it. Instead she fists her hand in the upper arm of Sam's plaid shirt, gripping and trying to pull him back, break his concentration on the soldier, who has stumbled and fallen.]
2. disoriented
[It's not the first of the fights she's seen, but it's the first time she's seen someone's eyes glow gold. It chills her, enough for her to put on a burst of speed.
Instinct tells her not to get involved, that getting in the middle of a dogfight only results in being bitten, but that glow's way too familiar.
She has a battered baseball bat in hand, wood, but she doesn't raise it. Instead she fists her hand in the upper arm of Sam's plaid shirt, gripping and trying to pull him back, break his concentration on the soldier, who has stumbled and fallen.]
Easy, dude. Easy.
[Sorry, Sam. You look like the aggressor, here.]