Juliette Coulombe (clearyourmind) wrote in emillion, |
The kids had been moved through what felt like a war zone. They’d been moving from building to building to a more secure part of the city, not that any place was wholly secure. It was better fortified, or so she was told. The better part of the city was usually better taken care of, as the tenements suffered in their neglect. Presently, she was ushering the kids into their new location, ignoring the plights of some who said they could help. She knew they weren’t afraid, but they were still children. So she had told them it would just be better for them to stay out of sight and safe so she wouldn’t have to worry. Confident that they’d be fine, she set out further into the city. There was still much to do and much, she believed, she could do to help. Seloria didn’t expect to run into a walking tower. The large rock monster had nearly stepped on her. She noted, mentally, that running off alone had been a foolish endeavor and she should have taken escort, not that it stopped her from trying to think of a way to slow the creature down, or keep it distracted long enough for someone who could take care of it to come along. Juliette hadn’t intended to go out alone at all. She had stayed mostly whole over the course of the last twenty-four hours out of luck and little else. She had stayed with groups, maintained distance from enemies when she could, and spent a great deal of time applying her Cure spell to those on the front lines. But as the first day had bled into the second (after a bit of sleep in a bed with a red satin coverlet in a room that had been frankly terrifying), those more capable than her were beginning to feel the wear of the fight, and she had been thrust forward more and more. So now, this supply run. It was meant to be quick -- a few blocks, at most -- but halfway there, keeping near walls so that she could guard her back, she’d heard a commotion, and when she’d turned the corner to investigate (it could have been a civilian, a child, anything) the familiar head of blonde hair had her running toward the threat rather than away. “Seloria!” She’d been involved in fighting three of these things by now, and while it hadn’t gotten any easier, at least she’d learned where to aim; a flying kick right at the crystal on the construct’s body had it swaying on its stone legs, though the impact that went up her leg was surely more painful than whatever damage she had caused. “You need to get away from here!” And so, really, did she. Seloria had been so focused on attempting to dance around the Babil's legs when she heard her name called. She would be lying if she said she had slept well. The ordeal from the day before had taken its toll. Her attention shifted, she nearly got smacked again, finding herself stumbling over. The monk had flown in to her aid. It wasn't who she'd expected. It was Juliette! "Juliette?!" She was filled with a need to protect the girl, but she was of the fighter's guild, newly raised to her class. She wouldn't insult her. "Is anyone with you?" She was hoping to plan a way to contain the creature before she was hit by a sudden gust of wind that knocked her back. Juliette fell back in a crouch, just barely avoiding the spell. Luck was what had gotten her this far, and it was bound to run out sooner rather than later. “No,” she called back, “I wasn’t planning on engaging -- there’s safety three blocks south --” Before she could finish, however, the construct lunged at her, and this time she didn’t dodge successfully. She groaned as she was sent airborne for a moment, barely managing to land without causing herself furner injury. “Can you run?” she demanded. “We ought to go now, before --” The water came crashing down on them then, the thing seemingly determined to down them with sorcery. |