Nighthound tossed the arm aside. Rather than completing its downward arc, it plummeted upwards and crashed back onto the floor, causing the woman to jump back with a yelp.
Oh, please. It's a severed arm, not a snake. Koschei wanted to say that, but refrained. Were Calamityville truly as 'wonky' as Nighthound claimed, she would learn before long.
“I don´t know about you but I was just teleported here, apparently by some chick called Möbius, so how about we go and make ourselves a new lady friend?”
Koschei smiled. He liked this Nighthound, with his carefree humor and quick healing. An Epic with that ability would keep up with him, no doubt. "I am called Koschei. And yes, this Mobius sounds as though she would be quite the lady friend. This…."
The woman spoke immediately. At least she recognized a prompt when she heard one. "Rebecca."
"This Rebecca was just about to lead me to her. Unless you've heard of a more direct route?"