Peony Min (blackmagicks) wrote in emillion, |
The arrival of Peony was much appreciated, and it showed in Cressida’s face. Rivalen was stronger than her, but the two of them couldn’t take on this thing alone, she’d learned rather quickly. With a councilor at their side, it wouldn’t be too tough of a battle, just as long as her own legs didn’t give out from weakness. She lifted her bow and fired off two arrows in quick succession, knowing the damage wouldn’t be great, but damage was damage. Her weapon was long-ranged; attacking from a distance wouldn’t be too difficult. Was that woman floating? Faram fuck, he wanted those boots for himself one day. Not that this was he time to envy people's items since they were getting their asses handed to them. Peony had, however, even out the odds. Rivalen lifted his blade, "Can't do this from a distance, sorry." Though he frankly didn't care, at least he could trust the other two to help him and not let him bleed out on the ground. Speaking of which, he spared Cressida a glance; she was still able to deal damage enough to distract the creature. Rivalen moved in with ease, blade moving in a diagonal arc to sever a limb off the beast. It made things more difficult, but this was not the first time Peony had cast around a fighter. Not the first time, in fact, that she had cast around a samurai more intent on physical attacks than the other, more magickal skills inherent to the class. She formed the spell, feeling the pressure mounting as she waited, waited, waited. When the samurai at last sprung back, she released the spell, not a moment too soon. Again, the ground shook violently, and this time, when the shaking had subsided, the creature did not stand. For the moment, they were safe. Asking if the fighters required healing seemed superfluous -- Cressida was bleeding profusely, and the strange man was moving in a way that hinted at pain. “I have potions,” she said, reaching into the pouch at her waist and withdrawing two. They had been meant for her-- a necessary evil when one could not heal -- but as always, she gave what she could when she saw a need greater than hers. As Cressida seemed the worst of them all, she approached the other woman, stepping carefully on air, to offer the first bottle. It was down, and the archer breathed a sigh of relief, waiting for a few moments to assure herself it was really down for the count. When all seemed safe, she lowered her bow, blinking blearily at Peony’s approach, hardly even noticing her feet weren’t touching the ground. “Thanks,” she breathed, reaching with an unsteady hand for the offered potion and uncapping it with some effort. “And thanks for coming, councilor,” she added. As she guzzled it down, she made a face, feeling its curative effect but also the slight knitting of her wound. Well, today could’ve been worse. Peony had come to their aid just at the right time and Rivalen felt relief when the beast went down; Cressida required attention and he gave a dubious glance at the potion. Maybe she would need more than one? “Let’s get you to some white mages.” Rivalen flicked his sword and sheathed it. “Councillor.” He tilted his head politely at her but didn’t offer thanks, Cressida had already said it. “I will accompany you to the gates before heading out again,” Peony said. This one enemy was down, but the day was far from won. |