seloria cassul ; dancer (mesmerist) wrote in emillion, |
“Of course,” Mag grunted, running alongside Aspel, straight toward the nearest source of screaming, “of course when I finally catch a break, the city gets invaded. Again." (Yet this time, one instant on the streets was enough to tell the situation was far more dire than it had ever been before. In the distance, Mag glimpsed a gigantic shape towering above the buildings, making the ground shake with every roar. A king of kings, and its subjects perpetuated its reign of terror, destroying buildings, people and anything in their way). The only silver lining was the woman running beside her―perhaps this time Mag may be able to keep her friend safe. They moved not towards perceived safety, like the civilians panicking around them, but straight into Hell, and it seemed that, to get there, they would need to deal with the gatekeeper first. The Adamantitan roared and reached down to swipe at the two annoying humes in its path. Mag ducked, in the nick of time, the beast’s blow passing so close she felt the air shift. Shotgun in hand, she nodded at Aspel and shouted, “Out of the way, you piece of rock, or prepare to get your ass chiseled!” Aspel huffed a laugh from underneath the silver helmet, not one of enjoyment, but a sort of bitter amusement. “But of course, why would it ever allow you a good night’s sleep?” Of course, with this mess, she had to wonder if perhaps it would only be a task for one day. With the Mist seeping through the entire city, the smith was amazed they’d only encountered monsters this far into their run. From what she recalled of the Fae Woods Mist meant monsters, and monsters… Well, everyone knew how that went. With sword brandished she had sprinted towards the threat with Mag, hoping against hope that they could find some sort of simple solution, that this all could be fixed with a few swipes of a sword, or some easy words, even if she knew that would never be true. Aspel wasn’t quite as swift on her feet as Mag, and locked her stance against the blow, taking the tail end of the swipe in full force, but not being knocked from her feet even as her armor dented in. “IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE?” The words barked back at the beast, perhaps it was foolish to challenge something twice her size, and maybe it wouldn’t work at all, but drawing the attention of the beast was the best thing she could do, if it would pay attention to her at all with a twirl of her sword. The shiny and yelling hume within reach was enough to keep Adamantitan's attention. The bright swirl of the sword almost made it forget about the other fighter who had been there. It would dispatch this closer one that did not move. It reared its arm back to bat the tiny armored hume once again, only to feel something wrap around its arm. Seloria hadn't been there for long. She'd just arrived. The cloth she usually kept wrapped around her form had been unraveled as she moved among the crowd attempting to usher people out of the way, into buildings or the like, just hidden away from the creatures outside. She'd admit that the current course of action wasn't her smartest, but she'd seen her sister in peril and wasn't about to let it hit her again. She'd stood her ground, but it didn't mean she couldn't use a little help. A moment later, the creature yanked its arm, rendering the dancer skyward as she still clasped the cloth tightly. She didn't yelp or scream, just yanked the fabric free only to aim it toward a drain spout. It caught and she felt the sudden jerk of the scarf cutting into her skin, before she swung harshly into the wall. Her skin scraped against the stone and she exhaled sharply as she dangled for the moment. |