Re: At Another Bar
Okay, she's watched long enough to get an idea of who the good and bad guys here are, or at least the lesser of evils.
Jo focuses her power inwards, letting it come out through her voice rather than her violin (she swears she's never leaving the house without it again). "A~~~~hhhh AH!" She echoes the opening chords to Immigrant Song, as her skin starts turning white, her eyes fading away into energy. All manner of rats, roaches, and things that scurry or crawl start converging on Morlun. She'd rather just blast the creep, but her aim isn't good enough that she's sure she could avoid the things he's fighting.
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