When I get a life outside of work and sleep I'll make a post! I forgot to eat supper last night. Again.
Moth manhandled the Grit child, and the smack of his hand across the creature's face rang out in the stairwell. The boy's head snapped to the side with the impact -- and then he lunged with a terrible speed. The child drove his sharpened teeth deep into Moth's forearm, scraping bone and drawing a mouthful of blood. He would have continued his assault, except Maria thrashed him suddenly against the rail and forced him to release Moth.
He looked the man right in the eye. "I can draw a Sigil that can stop the bleeding on your arm, but I have to draw it over your wound or it won't work. That means it'll hurt, but once I'm done the bleeding will stop until tomorrow. Hopefully by then we'll have the time and space to properly fix it up." Vincent personally felt that this man wasn't fit to survive in this new cruel world, but perhaps he would be surprised.