Juliette Coulombe (clearyourmind) wrote in emillion, |
The question finally brought Caspar's attention to the other girl -- Juliette. Talk about an unlikely grouping. Caspar looked over the girls as he considered his response. Seloria was a dancer, not a fighter, and definitely not someone who should be facing off a Babil. Juliette, on the other hand, was more difficult. She was a newly-minted monk, sure, but Caspar had observed (and complimented) her hard work on many an occasion, and knew that this was exactly the kind of situation he would have refused to back down from at her age. Besides, if he was going to take the creature down and keep Seloria safe, he was going to need her help. "You should run," he said, continuing quickly before Juliette could protest, "get Seloria to safety while I distract it." He paused briefly before adding, "if you still want to fight, you can come back once she's safe." Hopefully the girl had better self-preservation instincts than that, but he worried that if told her not to come back she might not go at all. Caspar threw Cover over the girls one more time, just as the Babil unleashed its next attack. The blast of air knocked him sideways, but he hid his grimace as he got to his feet. "Go!" While the dancer admired their desire to protect her, she had posed a question of which they were doing something as a group. All Caspar had done was state that they should split up. Considering Juliette's initial reaction to finding her with the beast, she decided that was not going to happen. She was not about to leave the Sentinel here alone. "If you are fit, we will fight," she said to Juliette. Caspar had planned to cover their escape, but with the way he was getting thrown around, she had doubts that he'd be joining them later. "Do not worry for me," she said as her body began to move. She couldn't shake her fatigue, but she would work through it. Her step was lively and bouncy. It had started off weak at first, but she kicked up to a more intense rhythm. The polka had weakened the monster the day before. She just hoped it'd help now. “I am not going unless we all go,” Juliette agreed. It wasn’t about wanting to fight at all -- she might have explained that if they had the time and if she had the breath to spare. But this creature had nearly felled another experienced fighter as she’d watched the day prior -- and at that time, that fighter had been fresh and uninjured. She would not leave Caspar to his death. “If you can take it down, I can heal,” she said shortly, beginning first with Seloria, whose dancing seemed fatigued at best (and still, somehow, in the midst of this chaos, elegant). Caspar saw the youngest Cassul break into a dance of some sort out of the corner of his eye, but he couldn't take his eyes off the monster long enough to pay close attention. He would have made a stronger case to get her out of here if he had more time, but that was exactly the thing they were short on. That, and a squadron of knights. He looked quickly at Juliette, nodding at her plan. "Heal her, I'll deal with the blockhead." Keeping his Cover over the monk and the dancer intact, Caspar Provoked the Babil. "I met your brother yesterday. Just as ugly a fuck as you! Tell me the truth — does the world buckle in horror when the two of you stand in the same room?" To make sure that the mobile tower was paying attention, he arched his hammer straight towards the glowing stone in its chest. Whether it stuck or not, Caspar didn't have a chance to see. Right as the hammer left his hand, he was slammed powerfully forward, too fast and sudden to break his fall. The weight of a thousand brick towers settled at once over his body, pulling him into the ground with a ferocity that temporarily blinded him, the loud crack of his breaking bones drowning out the blood in his ears. |