miles baines: riff-raff! street rat! (mimicks) wrote in emillion,
miles/tom/guy | complete!
As the man went sailing, Guy had hopped out of his saddle and right into the same deadly dangers himself. Couldn’t be helped at all now, and with a terse word given to Cecil, the bird went bounding over toward the fallen bard for protection in the mage’s stead.
“No sense in letting that song go to waste now,” he sighed, moving the goggles up to his forehead. Guy gave a quick nod to the man that was still standing and chanted again the incantation for Thundaga. The golem noted his attempt and rushed forward as he did so, raising its violent back as sparks surged through the air once again.
The fist came sweeping down just as the spell lit through the air in a blinding burst of electricity, sending both monster and man backward. Landing not so far as the bard had, he rolled through the snow in fits and coughs. “How’s that?” He yelled over, waving his arm--and regretting the action quickly after, as a sharp pain bit into his shoulder.
Tom had nearly been about to answer Guy, when he saw that the guy had been injured. "Oh wank," he uttered to no one in particular, and for no more than half-second, Tom hesitated before he decided to attempt to finish off the beast. Then he could check on his friends. His knives would do hardly any damage on a golem, but Tom had to do something while it was thrown back.
With a loud warrior cry, Tom charged forth once more, Guy's Thundaga spells finally subduing the golem long enough that Tom could get in some hits. He stabbed and hacked at the creature, fired shot after shot at its head, its neck, its chest, wherever he could spy a weakened opening. Another thunder spell crackled throughout the air and Tom stumbled back, nearly tripping over his own feet. A rogue thought occurred to him that these boots were no longer any good, as his socks and feet were soaked through with mud. But that was neither here nor there, as the golem finally succumbed under the powerful spell.
It roared as it tumbled over like a fell tree, and finally lay still. Tom blinked. Then a surprised sound ripped from his lips, a gurgle of laughter. Then he whooped and turned to face the others. Across the road, the mime’s hand was twitching slightly as the bird nudged at him. Miles had finally propped himself up to squint at the motionless body of their enemy: the golem had tilted and tilted and tilted before crashing, the impact rumbling through the ground and shaking the mime back into wakefulness.
Everything ached. He could barely move, even as he glanced over to where the mage was also struggling back to his feet.
“Fuck it,” Miles mumbled, flopping back bonelessly to the ground, his consciousness flickering out like a light once more. It was done. They were done, at last.