pyr min solemnly swears he is up to no good (twinclaws) wrote in emillion,
Peony/Jareth/Pyr/Esther vs. Hashmal
Jareth's voice reached Pyr's ears as if from afar, filtered through the haze of stress and fear that none of them would make it out alive. Not Jareth, not Peony, not Esther—and he could do nothing against the monster.
But he could still help. His eyes darted to the rod, on the pavement too far to be of any use to Peony. If she did not have that, were her spells still as strong? And if they weren't, then what other cards could they play?
"I'm sorry," he whispered to Jareth, then dashed for the rod, before the monster could crush it, before it became buried under a pile of debris. He ran as fast as he could, only slowing enough to bend down and snatch it up, until he reached Peony and thrust it into her hand. As soon as her fingers had closed around it, he ran back toward Jareth, to a wall—as indicated—and felt a chunk of asphalt fly, grazing his front and falling right before him. He stumbled over it, but managed not to fall on his face, and moved to place his back against the relative safety of a nearby building, hoping the beast did not attempt to tear it down and bury him in rubble.