Cyrus the Flailboat (fringeward) wrote in emillion, |
Sometimes, Cyrus’ inability to find his way around city streets reared its ugly head to remind him that no, he would never be a city person, no matter how long he spent among the cramped buildings, wandering crooked alleyways. Today, though, was the absolute worst possible timing for this; he’d sprinted right in his hurry to get to the trouble and wound up on an unfamiliar street somehow. He’d still found trouble, though. The dreamhare, despite its seeming fury, didn’t worry him much; it threw itself at him in a rage and he simply braced himself to grab it and throw it back against a wall. The two massive green beasts who flanked it, though, were likely to be more trouble. The first one’s powerful punch was enough to have Cyrus rocking back on his heels and gritting his teeth, attempting not to fall to the ground. He could hear someone shouting, and footsteps -- there were people around in this residential district, and clearly they needed time to get away. So he raised his voice to shout, “Hey, horn-face! Yeah, you with the ugly mohawk! Pay attention.” Hoping for the best, he shot off an Aura Bolt, and was glad to see his target stagger -- though in that same moment, he was already being accosted by the unbelievably strong hare yet again, and the other mistant was clearly considering impaling the puny hume who dared shout at it. Eden had been doing some of the shouting, mostly to help evacuate people from the area. She'd just rounded the corner when she saw Cyrus was engaging three creatures. Two of them looked to be a problem, but then there was the cute one in the middle. That wasn't going to distract her, especially since it knocked the archer so hard. With all the creatures clearly focused on the man, it was easy to flank and catch one by surprise. The one that was moving in to strike him, found itself topped by the little woman, her fists furiously pummelling into its face. It stumbled back from the attack before attempting to shake its head clear. One slowed down, two to go. If only the mistant was a cooperative creature. It attempted to gouge her with its horns. Luckily, she turned in time to just catch the impact of its skull against her sides. She’d been trying to get away - really, she had. The absolute last thing she needed to do was get caught in a fucking city-wide fight while pregnant. Seriously, what sort of fucking bad luck did Ash have? But there wasn’t time to contemplate - she lifted her pistol and fired a shot into the closest ugly monster and watched as it reared back with the impact. That was when she saw the other two. The blonde was pummeling shit - no way Ash could chance miming that. She wanted to be as far back from this as fucking possible, but maybe she could slow them down, let the two fighters handle it. The gun slid back into its holster and she launched into Slow Dance, whistling so that the enemies would pay attention to her. Only one did, but that was fine; as long as she kept its attention, that was one less enemy trying to kill the fighters. Eden had arrived just on time. Cyrus had begun to wonder exactly how well he’d manage to stand up to multiple horn gougings with only leather armor to shield him when the other Ranger had entered the fray. And there was someone else, too -- he’d heard the gunshot and the whistle, but his hands were a little full now to chance turning around. He had his pole out now, which was strong enough to keep from breaking against a strike from one of the mistants, though it did creak ominously. “Is that all you’ve got?” he demanded. “Hoping to scare us away with your ugly face so we never learn how pathetically you hit? Not likely!” Well, he had its attention, anyway. It slammed into him; he stood his ground, adrenaline an easy mask for any pain. Before it could hit him again, he quickly moved through the forms of Fire Dance, summoning a wall of flames around their three enemies to give them all at least a moment of reprieve. |