InsaneJournal

Who: Quentin Coldwater & Lila Barton
What: Fighting monsters, sort of
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: Couple blocks over from the villas
Warnings: Monsters, injuries, etc. (note- basic thoughts here)

Quentin knew that he probably shouldn't have been out alone. There had been reports all over of the monsters, creatures, or whatever the hell these things were. He didn't have a fucking clue where they were coming from, but with each day, more and more could be seen outside on the streets. Those with extra powers or the ones who were a little more sturdier than others were already out there. Quentin had no plans to veer away from the villa too far so that he could get back quick if needed, but after he'd made his decision to go, he was descending the stairs quickly and out the door within a minute. When they'd first started popping up a couple days ago, Quentin had managed to knock one or two of them out on his way home, so he knew he could disable them if he had to. He just couldn't sit on his hands any longer and do nothing.

From the look and sound of things, they weren't impervious to magic or even blunt force trauma, so in addition to having his magic, he carried a baseball bat with him that had made its way into the apartment somehow. It was daylight, but he still crept on by quietly along the street, trying to stay close to buildings as much as he could to at least not be super obvious that he was there. Good plan, right? Yeah, right. A scream caught his attention, so Quentin abandoned the slow pace and jogged down the block, making a right turn only to see someone he didn't know running towards him. With at least five or six or more of the monsters rushing the both of them.

"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Quentin, quickly retreating and darted back around the corner. The screamer had left him, and there was no way he'd be able to take on this many at once and get back to the villa unscathed. He held the bat tight in his hands, but as he heard the monsters barreling down the street about to converge, a sudden, random, and probably a really fucking stupid plan popped in his head. Later, he'd blame the music he'd been listening to earlier, but right now he went with his gut and started working the spell with his hands. His fingers contorted to the appropriate shapes and movements, but Quentin held off for just a moment to finish the spell before suddenly moving out into the open street right in the monsters' path. God, these things were ugly as fuck.

With a strong motion forward with his hands, magic shot out of him towards the monsters but also up into the air. At first it was hard to tell if the spell had worked or at least if it had any affect on the monsters, but a second or so later and they stopped short and looked around, dumbfounded. Then the distinct sound of music began to play, and he could have sworn that the monsters were paying attention to the music.

It had been a while since he'd cast a spell like this, but so far it was working. Just as he started to sing, he also picked up the bat and was gearing up to make his move to knock them out one by one so he could get the hell out of there.