
Caiman
sorcerer hunterHole Alley, evening, sorcerous smoke still hanging in the air. Caiman pins you against a brick wall, his bayonet scraping the masonry by your ear, and the green lizard snout sniffs at your mask. He's about to shove your head into his mouth.
He presses you against the brick wall of the alley. His green lizard face is so close you can see every tooth. The bayonet digs into the wall right by your ear. Mask. Smoke. Night. He sniffs loudly. Sorcerer? *His…


