WHO: Amycus and Doug WHAT: Doug happens on Amycus during a battle and lends a hand WHEN: During the crazy week of towers WARNINGS: Violence STATUS: Closed and Complete
Amycus was almost to the point of throwing his wand at the next soldier that came up to him. It didn’t seem to be doing him any good on the spellcasting front. Maybe it could be used for a projectile weapon. Or...he could just keep using his fists. There was something very satisfying about punching one of those bastards in the face and hearing bones crunch and then seeing the blood when he managed to land his punch just right. He hadn’t gotten to use his boxing training since moving to California - not even just in the gym for working out.
“Where the hell did you all come from?” He asked, ducking one of the soldier's outthrust blade and trying to take their weapon away.
***
Doug was getting fed up with these goddamned monsters, and soldiers and whatever the hell they were. All he knew right now was that he was really, really unhappy with how these things seemed to work. He was on a motorcycle right now, zooming along, racing away from one group far behind him.
When he came around a corner, and saw the crowd of things near the one guy, he swore. “Damn it! I hate these things!”
And his front wheel hit something and popped, and he swore again, and then his brain lined up numbers and angles for him, and he nodded, snarled, and used his body weight to send the bike skidding at one section of the bad guys, slamming into them and somersaulting free.
He landed near the other guy and panted, then grinned.
“Hey. Mind if I drop in? Looked like you were having a party.” He might be a little exhausted, tired, and losing his chill, which was bringing more, ironically, of his dream skills ahead.
***
Amycus heard the noise of the motorcycle turning the corner but he couldn’t focus on that. If it was an enemy, he’d deal with it as best he could. Hopefully it would be an ally of some sort. If it came right down to it - he’d try apparating. He’d been practicing that spell around the house and he was fairly confident in his ability to use it to get out of this mess. And he was going to tell Sans that under no circumstances was he to take the girls on any little ‘field trips’ until these assholes were out of Orange County.
He turned when he heard the man speaking, giving a short laugh and grinning back at him. “The best type of parties are always the ones with room for one more mate.”
***
“Well, then, this particular party looks like the kind that could be epic.” Doug chuckled and lashed out at one with his belt. His X-Uniform had been one of his gifts from the dreams, and it had a belt that doubled as a short range whip. The belt snapped a weapon away from the hands of the bad guy, causing him to stagger back clutching his hand.
The belt didn’t work completely right, however as it seemed to flop down rather than actually doing damage.
“I dunno what the crazy is this time, other than invaders, but I am really not fond of it.”
Doug shook his head as he dodged a punch and returned it. At least, he could still do hand to hand. Thanks for that, dreams.
***
“Whatever it is - it’s affecting weapons. I thought it was just my wand but I guess not,” Amycus said, landing a punch in the stomach of one of the soldiers attacking them. “I guess it’s lucky for us we’ve got other means to fight these things right?” He grunted as one of the soldiers landed a blow to his stomach and he doubled over in pain for a minute. God it was tempting to try to use his wand, use one of the spells floating around in his head. But if he gave into that temptation - it was a slippery slope in his mind.
He stood up slowly, balling his fists back up and getting back into position to swing again, connecting with as much force as he could and feeling a little surge of pride as he watched the soldier go down.
***
“Hmmm, that is ominous.” Doug slammed a kick into one of the men who tried to close in when Amycus took that punch. “Shit that looked like it hurt. You okay?”
He did not like how these guys fought. Not at all.
He brought his fists in twice, a double punch to slam one man back and to his back, tripping some of the others.
***
Amycus sounded a little winded as he answered Doug's question. “I’ll be fine. I don't think he broke anything. Just knocked the wind out of me.” If he was wrong - he'd ask Regulus to take him to the emergency room later.
***
“Okay. Then let’s see if we can make a little breathing room. Watch your eyes and ears.” And Doug snapped out a makeshift flashbang, yanked a cord, counted to four, and tossed it at the bad guys, then caught Amycus’ shoulder and pulled him away as fast as he could.
Not fast enough as the flashbang went off nearby, loud, and stutteringly so, and bright as the sun at close range, but behind them, sort of?
“Come on!” Doug shouted it because he felt like he couldn’t hear a thing.
***
Amycus closed his eyes tight at Doug’s warning, not sure what he was planning on doing but he was glad he had when he heard the bang. He opened his eyes, noticing that things looked kind of white and blurry at the edges of his vision but it would pass. It had to. Right? Crap. He needed to send a message to Zatanna to find out what they could do if it didn’t. He wasn’t looking forward to the idea of trying to explain to an optometrist what had happened.
“Where are we going?” Amycus shouted back, trying to ignore the fading pain in his side as they ran.
***
“My van is over here, and from there we can try to get out of here.” He ran, but made sure to not move faster than the other guy.
“How are you doing?”
He spotted his van ahead, thankfully not looking molested or used by anyone. This week was crazy. “There it is!” he used his keyfob to unlock it and usher the other man in, got in and started it up, to get them going.
“Let’s get out of here.”
***
Amycus was already buckling his seatbelt as the blonde man ran around to his side of the van. “I’ll be fine,” he checked his pockets for his wand, letting out a relieved sigh when he felt it in his pocket. He didn’t want to think about what the damage would be if he lost it. He wasn’t sure if anyone but him could use it but he wasn’t looking to find out. “I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself back there. I’m Amycus Carrow.”
***
Doug smiled as he pulled them to the corner, and offered a hand briefly. “Doug Ramsey. Nice to meet you, Amycus Carrow. “
He pulled them forward into the meager traffic of the weird day.
“Where can I take you from here? Seems like the whole county is under fire today.” he needed to check in with Jess as soon as he could. He was worried about her.
***
Amycus shook his hand and gave him a small smile. “Pleasure’s all mine, Doug Ramsey.” He’d remember that name, and try to come up with some way to pay him back for saving his life back there. Hopefully not by saving the other man’s life just for the simple reason that he really didn’t want things to get that bad for anyone in the area.
He was supposed to be in his office today but all he could think about was getting home to his girls and making sure they were safe. “Home. I think the only place I need to get to is home. And my car is back in the other direction. If you wouldn’t mind? The streets just a couple blocks up.”
***
Doug smiled. “Home is a good idea. That is where I’m heading next myself. And, no, I don’t mind at all. Just tell me where I’m going.”
He flashed a smile at the other as he paused at an intersection to make sure he didn’t overshoot. He had survived, so far, gotten through the crazy, and made a possible new friend. Now he just wanted to go home. Which, he realized, actually in his mind meant Jess’s house. He needed to go there.