miles baines: riff-raff! street rat! (mimicks) wrote in emillion,
miles/tom/guy
The floored Miles found himself staring up into the dark, beady eyes of what he considered a rather outré bird, which tilted its head and scrutinised him like some kind of overgrown worm.
“Hello,” he said dazedly, before the chocobo barreled him aside and snapped him out of the reverie. Per orders, he scuttled closer to Tom’s side—his hands were already starting to go numb with the cold, but before it could sink too far in, he reached for the flute inside his sweater pocket.
He shot a quick glance to their new arrival, then his attention whipped back to the beast, which looked like some lunatic creation of a machinist and a mage. Miles’ fingers rippled up and down the flute and piped out a rousing melody for them all, increasing their speed against this lumbering beast.
“Customs at the border is normally so much easier than this,” he bewailed between breaths.
Shots rang out as Tom attempted to shoot the creature which stood before them, aided of course by Miles's magical music. The bullets did very little to dissuade the creature from its current course, but only to irritate it further, and it roared furiously, swiping its arms from side to side. Tom's gaze then shifted from one companion to the other (and how strange of an arrival the newest companion had had) and he shrugged, hapless, by way of apology.
"Oops," he added as an afterthought, and Tom tucked and rolled away from the fray to search out some other, more effective, weapons.
After casting Enthunder, Guy had looked as displeased as his bird to see the monster still smashing after the group undeterred. He warily adjusted his goggles. “Well now, there’s always Plan B I suppose.”
His laugh turned into a sigh however, knowing that--without a decent distraction, fleeing wouldn’t prove nearly as effective either (and he couldn’t just leave the two other men behind, after all). Instead, the mage took to the offensive, Cecil giving a contemptuous snort as the mage let fly a powerful Thundaga spell.
Light burst in front of them, sparks flew and the air crackled with the scent of ozone as the magic hit its mark. “Any other tricks you gents have up your sleeves, now might be the time!” He offered a comical salute to the bard, whose musical efforts had cut his casting time in half.
Loud whooping noises came from Tom, whose grin showcased just how exciting and fun he found all of this new danger. Admittedly, his gun did nothing to divert the golem and this new friend of theirs had far better abilities to take him down. With Guy's words in his ears, Tom flew into another volley of action, feinting and dodging around the creature, and hoping to distract it while Miles and Guy did their magically-inclined things. The creature, as expected, began to slow down as Tom's sudden movements confused it. It took a swipe at Tom, catching on his arm. He was sure it was broken, but he laughed.
"Come on, you bastards," he crowed to his friends, "Let's bring this nasty bumpty crashing down."
Seeing the grand effect of the electricity on the golem, Miles immediately seized upon the idea, the notes of his lute blurring into Magickal Refrain at the begoggled stranger (ranger? was he a ranger?). The man wanted nothing more than to curl up into a little ball and moan his fate, but he was trapped in this situation now and all the chips were down.
“You’re a bloody lunatic,” Miles grumbled as Thomas cackled and capered, and he shot a quick glance at the mage who had saluted him. “I apologise, sir, in advance for the antics of my compan—”
His sass was rudely interrupted, however, by the golem’s pistoning arm whirling around and smashing right into him.
In a rather impressive trajectory, the mime went sailing up, through the air, and over the wreckage of their carriage, landing with a sickening crack and thump on the other side of the road. Miles Baines crumpled.