Caspar Vaux (sentinel) wrote in emillion, |
Drake blinked up at Vaux, feeling the cool magic of Cure settle over him. It helped a little, and the monk stood, steadying himself on his feet. “Thanks,” he said, before concentrating on Chakra, letting the warm healing power of his chi settle over them. The Babil had stayed where it was the entire time, and Drake glared at it. He was not thrilled with the fact that a building was getting the best of them. There had to be some way to take it down. (The option of just running wasn’t really something he considered. He was Council, and there was no way he was letting that thing walk away.) It was clear that the monk wasn't done with the fight yet, and Caspar wasn't one to question a man who wanted to keep fighting (especially when Caspar could take damage in his stead). "You sure?" He asked the question for form's sake, but his mind was already calculating his next move. The Babil may not stay down for long, and they needed to get rid of it once and for all. Once he was certain Drake could stand on his own two feet, Caspar ran back towards where the monster lay supine, leaping onto the block legs and up towards the cracked stone. He swung his shield with all his strength into the stone, once, twice, thrice, until the damn thing finally shattered. As soon as the crystal shattered, Drake was on the Babil, fists and feet flying. Finally, between the sheer power of his and Vaux’s attacks, the Babil went down, crumbling to dust. “Somehow,” Drake said after a moment, letting air fill his lungs in a way that was only slightly painful, “I feel like that could have gone better.” He was certain magic would have helped, but that wasn’t something Fighters were known for. It was one of the reasons the mages were so helpful, but right now… “You all right?” "This shit makes me wish I were better with magic, but yeah, I'm fine." Caspar picked up his hammer from where it lay, half buried in the rubble. He had a few cuts and scrapes, but if he couldn't see the blood, he wouldn't have noticed their presence. "How about you? It came after you pretty hard." There was no question that Drake had taken a brunt of the beating, but it wasn't due to a lack of trying on Caspar's part. “I’ve had worse,” he said honestly. He was still standing, and nothing was broken. He considered this a plus. He kicked at one of the pieces of rock that had made up the Babil. “Should probably split ways, though. Don’t get yourself killed, Vaux. You wouldn’t make a pretty corpse.” Drake grinned and turned around, heading further into the center of town towards the Tower. |