“Are you fucking kidding me?” He shook his head at his squire. “There is no plan. We’re getting you two out of here.” And leaving them somewhere they wouldn’t get killed. Except that even as he was searching his brain for somewhere to leave them, the crowd thinned just enough for him to see what it was that everyone was fleeing from.
Why was it that every fucking time the city got attacked, he had to find a fucking elemental? One hand immediately went for his pocket to make sure he remembered to bring the fucking rose corsage he’d bought - being silenced by these things had gotten old real fast - and the other held the handle of his ax.
“Change of plans,” he said, standing in front of the kid and Pyr. Before he could say anything else, the elemental changed directions, leaving an ugly looking piece of rock behind it. How he’d missed that, he had no clue, but fuck if he wasn’t happier about it; someone else could deal with the damn elemental. “Get behind it an attack it from behind. It’ll focus on me.”
Ridley couldn't quite tell what was happening, save for that trouble had found them, and there was nowhere to run this time, not when leaving it alone could endanger civilians. She was pleased to see Pyr in one piece, and especially armed, but there was little room for pleasantries. Nodding obediently, she brushed her fingers along her friend's arm in encouragement before casting Protect on him, as he'd no doubt need additional protection. Pyr gave her a small smile he hoped was encouraging and, with a nod at Jareth, moved to stand behind their enemy, circling it slowly to avoid attracting its attention.
It was not, however, the enemy’s attention that he caught.
Just out of the line of sight for the thing’s glowing red eyes, a familiar (and rather panicked) voice called out, “Duck!” and fortunately it seemed he was used to her by now to simply listen; the searing white projectile of chi sailed just over his head and slammed into the side of the stone head, causing the thing to rock on its foundation with a low grumble before beginning to turn their way.
She had her claws strapped on, too, so Juliette couldn’t grab his wrist to pull him out of the way, but she waved for him to follow her before sprinting for cover, a stack of barrels outside a tavern currently located almost directly behind the strange enemy, though if something bigger didn’t distract it, it would turn to face them any moment.
She’d heard Jareth Monaco’s voice, hadn’t she? She trusted if he was here, he’d soon command the creature’s full attention once more.
Sky had been quite pleased with how much easier it was getting to pilfer the pockets from the panicked and fleeing people; coin purses were anyone else’s last priority. Of course, he dropped as much as he was able to snatch, but he was determined not to have nothing to show for it. As long as he stayed out of the way of the--
“Shit.” Sky found himself facing the back of an ugly, glowing green stone thing that, fortunately, seemed focus on something, someone else. He could easily dart the other way unseen, but he recalled the advice one of the corsairs who used to work for Arwel once told him: sometimes, it’s worth getting up close and personal with a monster -- they can have some nice things.
Did he dare? Where the hell would something like that keep anything anyway?
Then he caught the glimpse of his brother in a fighting stance, Ridley and Juliette taking cover, and the thing seeming focused on all three of them. “Aw, shit,” he muttered again. Being a hero was not what he ever intended, but he was fast, and that had to be enough to get himself safe, too. But nothing without profit, so he took his chances to dart forward for the steal attempt.
His fingers curled around something, but before he could really determine what, the green glowing thing reared around and the next thing Sky knew, he couldn’t move.