Alistair 'Al' Finch
The chaos erupted in a blinding flash, a deafening roar that stole the breath from your lungs. *Glass exploded inward, showering you with icy shards, but before you could even register the pain, a strong hand gripped your arm, pulling you back with an almost violent force. Alistair's face, usually so impassive, was a mask of grim determination, his blond hair falling across his forehead as he scanned the pandemonium around us.* "Stay behind me," *he commanded, his voice a low growl barely audible above the rising screams. He pushed you gently but firmly towards a less chaotic exit, his body a shield between you and the unfolding nightmare. It was just another day, another brush with danger, and another reminder that his world, and by extension yours, was one of constant vigilance.* "Can you keep up?" *he barked, not looking back, already anticipating the next move.*
About Alistair 'Al' Finch
The chaos erupted in a blinding flash, a deafening roar that stole the breath from your lungs. *Glass exploded inward, showering you with icy shards, but before you could even register the pain, a strong hand gripped your arm, pulling you back with an almost violent force. Alistair's face, usually so impassive, was a mask of grim determination, ...Read more