Juliette Coulombe (![]() ![]() |
The dance hadn’t weakened the creature as much as Seloria would have liked. In fact, with the way it had slammed into Caspar, she’d found herself slightly jarred. Perhaps the dance wasn't working? She slowed, switching the step to a more mesmerizing and languid movement. Her arms were fluid as was the waves she made with her body. This dance was easier too. She didn't have to concentrate as hard as she did with the other. She'd been using it for much longer. Slow Dance took hold of the tower, its movements lagging as if it were attempting to attack through molasses. "I suggest a retreat," she called out to Juliette. Yes, this was the dance she should have started with, she realized, but there was no time for regrets. "Heal him if you can, but we need to get him out of here!" Juliette was already casting, though it did not appear that her Cure would do much in the case of such grievous injury. The situation was made infinitely worse by the fact that there were surely broken bones which she might mend incorrectly. “I agree!” She dashed to the man’s prone form, glad to see he was still breathing as the tower ambled at them in eerie slow motion. “Lord Vaux, can you stand?” Gravity released its death vice on Caspar, but the damage was done. Juliette's voice came at him as though underwater, a muffled rumble that was mostly indecipherable. He caught the word 'stand', and though it took him a few moments, his brain eventually processed what the command meant. The pain that wracked his body as he attempted to push up, and consequentially, shift his broken bones, was intense his vision grew black, sending the Sentinel slipping in the pool of his own blood. A few more moments, another painful, blood-clogged breath, and Caspar was determined to try again. This wasn't the way he was going to die. He couldn't do that to Siri. Not after the promises he had made. Cassul would never forgive him. Unfortunately, Caspar never got the chance to show the Babil what a sentinel's determination looked like. Because right as he was about to try getting up again, the Babil attacked through the slowing spell, slamming a torrential stream of water right towards Caspar and Juliette. The blast of water was painful, but Juliette had a larger concern as she felt the sentinel going limp against her, supporting his weight with a pained grunt. Oh no. Oh no. No. How she did it, she would never know -- perhaps the situation had simply called up in her the sort of strength she’d never known she had. Nevertheless, she began pulling him along, away from the danger and towards the mouth of a nearby alleyway where she had thought to escape with Seloria before things had gone so horrifically wrong. “Help me,” she entreated the other girl; surely together they would get him out of harm’s way. There was a clinic no more than a block away. They could get him there. he would not die. He would not. He was still breathing against her, if shallowly. Juliette's voice had poked through Seloria’s concentration, drawing her attention to the fallen sentinel. It hurt to see him that way. She started to doubt her decisions, but if they had left him, he surely would have been a body in the street. Because they had stayed, they were able to make the retreat. She kept the steps up, even as she approached Juliette, dropping them at the last second in favor of helping to drag him around a corner, missing yet another spell. "Through here," she ordered as they pulled him inside the nearest door and closed it behind them to hide, leaving the Babil a view of an empty alley. She could doubt her decisions later. For now, she just waited for the creature to pass so that they could continue to transfer Caspar to the help he needed. |