Valeria and Cossa enter a mad scramble on the firewatch tower floor.
There's a commotion outside, but I ignore it. If we're going to do this, there's no room for hesitation.
Valeria has control of his back. She's already under his chin for a rear-naked choke while also squeezing his flailing lower body with her legs like an anaconda.
For a moment, I think she has it handled.
Then black wisps begin to manifest around Cossa, as if he's absorbing the shadows in the room's corners.
"Bastards!" Cossa bellows, his voice abnormally unimpaired from being choked out. He's breaking free.
I toss the table aside to create space. Empowered fuels my approaching fist—only a tad, I've learned my lesson.
My fist slams into Cossa's defenseless solar plexus.
"Guhh!" All the air rushes out of his mouth.
The tangible shadows disperse around him as he chokes on absent air. Cossa's face turns red as a result of Valeria's tightened arms, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
