[log] Event: Howl [open]

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Characters: everyone
Location: The sort of location M.C. Escher wishes he'd thought up.
Date: nights 211 & 212
Summary: I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground
Warnings: potential for violence, death, and psychological horror; please note in subject lines if any specific warnings come up!

like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you tear out all your tenderness

Comments

[howdull]

[The sensible thing to do would be to shrug off his coat and leave it behind, but Sherlock is very attached to this Belstaff and refuses to let it go without a fight.

Which is why he uses his momentum to swing around and lash out with one of his legs, trying to catch his opponent in the midriff. Hopefully to wind him for long enough to let Sherlock get away.]

I sincerely doubt that.