Juliette Coulombe (![]() ![]() |
Day 2 of this shit, and Caspar was annoyed to Ajora's tits. After a wildly frustrating battle against a Babil the day before — a battle during which Caspar had felt useless without any helpful magic — he was ready to hit something, and hit it hard. He had engaged in a scuffle here and there, provoked a couple of beastlings to help someone out of a tight spot, but nothing had worked to satisfy his desire to do something, to cave in a monster's fucking face. The sounds of a skirmish — and was that a crash of water? — caught his attention and he moved in, grim determination clear on his face. Maybe this was it, the fight he was looking for. He came to a stop almost as fast as he had run in once he saw the cause of the commotion. Another fucking Babil. Of course. If there was a Faram up there Caspar was going to kick the fucker in the teeth when he was through here. Kick that sense of humor right out of him or her or it. But for now, he had a fight to get into. As with all fights, he started with Provoke. "Hey, shit for brains! You miss me? Or was that your cousin? It's really hard to tell when you're all equally ugly!" He ran towards one of the girls — the one with the lighter hair — as he ran throwing his shield up to Cover her. It was only when he got close that he saw her face. "Seloria?" Faram fuck, it was Rictor's baby sister. Seloria would have been easily whisked away with the water spell, not having expected it. She didn’t know anything about this creature, but she hadn’t actively engaged it, so much as simply come upon it. Then there was Juliette there beside her. It would be a distraction if she thought of her of anything less than a fighter. But then another voice came up that had caught her attention. Then there was a figure between her and the spell. It was Caspar. She could recognize the frame easily having kept an eye on him throughout the ball that they’d met. If Seloria had believed in luck, she would admit this was the worst lot. The thought of her sister’s condition the day before wasn’t doing her any favors. They were both warriors though. “Do we fight or do we flee,” she asked them. Juliette had said they should run, but Caspar was there now. She wasn’t sure how hard this creature would be, although it looked like a walking building. Another series of blows temporarily distracted the thing before it could try to stomp on Seloria yet again. In truth, she was pathetically glad for the unexpected aid. Of all people to come upon two young women accosted by a walking magical building, certainly there was little better than a Sentinel. “I think we should run, but --” Her words were interrupted as another spell was flung at her; she managed to roll out of the way just in time to keep it from connecting. (She and Lord Finch had taken down such a creature alone, but at great personal risk. And with Seloria here…) Still, for the moment, Juliette remained in the fray, a now-practiced motion sending a rock aimed at the crystal glowing on the creature’s stone body. The throw missed and she gritted her teeth. Running was wiser, perhaps, but she would not go and leave the sentinel (the man who had been kind and encouraging to her when so few were willing to take the time) to face the threat alone. Unless he chose to run as well, she was staying. |