WHERE: Vallo Forest WHEN: September 13th, 2022 (Backdated) WHAT: Billie is quick to leave Roz for dead, when their paths cross during the invasion of darkness and daemons. WARNINGS: None STATUS: Complete
Billie swore, as she dodged another one of those creepy fuckers that was flying through the air. She gritted her teeth and rolled into the underbrush, where she got a moment’s reprieve from the battle that seemed to be going on around her. She had not signed up for eternal darkness and monsters trying to choke her out, but here she was, innocently trying to go about her business and getting fucked by some hellish creatures in the process.
Which, given her life, was nothing new.
She had been coming back from an early morning visit to a witch in the woods who happened to have some ingredients she had needed for her latest attempt at curing her inner monster, when a bunch of people had crashed into her path, shouting about monsters and running in the opposite direction. Her, not being a hero, had also turned tail and took off, but not before one of the creatures tried to snap her into the air.
Her inner rage monster was bubbling under the surface, but she kept her cool because she didn’t need to go biting any fuckers and turning them into bigger monsters than they were. Jade might not have faith in her control, but she had been living with this virus and knew what she was capable of.
And at the moment? That was hiding until these creatures moved on.
Unfortunately for Roz, she did have a tendency to do stupid shit from time to time, and it usually landed her in the path of chaos. She was coming back from the current location of Prigany, having gone to help them set up extra protections and work with them to see what she could see about these monsters. At least in the end she was a little more sure that Destiny and her coven had a little extra protection, weaving in magic from a different reality with their own.
Roz hadn’t seen the thing floating across the path until it was too late, and mentally cursed herself for not using her sight to navigate the walk home. That would have been smarter. She reached behind her and drew Prudence’s sword from her back, holding it how she had been taught while her eyes focused in on what was now the most immediate threat.
The monster came at her in the sky, and Roz ducked and rolled, not the most gracefully but it was an improvement, slashing it with the sword.
Either she had missed horribly, or her blade had passed right through the creature.
Well, shit.
When she found herself ducking and rolling again, this time to avoid fire, Roz switched tactics and raised a hand, this time casting her magic against it. Though she didn’t know what it was, so it was really a shot in the dark.
When Roz showed up on the scene, Billie took the opportunity that the distraction of another person provided and crawled out from under the brush of the forest she was hiding under. Pulling a face at the dirt that was now covering her front, she barely had time to wrinkle her nose before the wraith dove at her, while avoiding Roz’s attack. She dropped again to the ground with a groan, barely missing the ball of magic that Roz had attacked with, herself.
“Watch it!” She snapped out at the other woman, as she cast a quick look around to see where the wraith had gone. “Some of us are not the enemy.” Then she gave Roz a quick salut and started to jog in the direction of what seemed like freedom. Hell no, she had no intention of sticking around if Roz was going to provide a bigger target for this monster.
It was too late to pull back on her magic, she had already cast when the woman rolled out from under the bush. Whoops.
Roz froze for a moment, barely hearing what she was saying to her. “Agatha?” she asked, started, but knew that was a mistake the moment she had said it. No, this was the person who had arrived recently and had confirmed she was not one of the Weird Sisters.
Was she running away? “Seriously?!” Roz called after her as she ran, and rolled her eyes. “Well to hell with you too then.” she called, bringing her focus back on the creature. Her sword hadn’t worked. But that creature was throwing fire, so maybe something cooler would do that job? Roz wasn’t sure what else she could do without getting a vision or knowing anything about it.
She was about to cast again when the creature vanished. Shit. Roz spun around once, looking for the thing around her, then a vision of it reappearing flashed before her eyes.
“Get down!” She was yelling after the woman who had started to run away. The creature was only moments away from reappearing in front of her according to Roz’s vision. Her visions were never wrong. Spinning around, Roz was prepared to knock the woman down with magic if she didn’t listen. Better to have cuts and bruises than…whatever that thing would do to her.
Roz was probably better off on her own because Billie brought nothing to the table against this particular creature.
If there was one thing Billie was good at, it was surviving. It was literally built into her DNA (thanks, Al) and she didn’t think twice before dropping to the ground and rolling out of the way. When a do gooder shouted at you to get down? You got down. They were terribly predictable about wanting to be helpful, even after leaving them for dead.
And it was a good thing that Billie bothered to listen to Roz because the creatures rematerialized where she had been running toward and would have taken her head off if she had kept running in that direction.
“I’m so over this,” Billie muttered, as she popped back up onto her feet and bared her teeth at the other monster. In her hand was a stick. A large pointy stick, but still a stick. She felt like a dumbass, but it was all she had against these magical creatures. “Come on, asshole, come get me!” She shouted, before her eyes went wide when it turned on her. It swooped in on her, grabbing her by the throat and lifting her into the air. As it squeezed its ghastly fingers around her neck, it became more solid.
And that was exactly what Billie had been waiting for. With a wheezy grunt, she rammed that sharp end of the stick right into the neck of the creature, up and through its head. “Fuck you!” She hissed with a cough, as it dropped her in shock back onto the ground. She watched as it proceeded to fly around in circles, panicking as it hurtled toward its death.
She glanced over to the witch girl that had crossed her path. “I’d set it on fire now or something, if I were you.” She casually brushed dirt off her face.
Roz was getting ready to come up behind the creature and stab it herself when it was distracted by Billie, but she was beaten to it. Instead the thing just ended up flying around, probably slowly dying. But there was no reason to drag that out, for all they knew it could heal.
When she had first started learning actual spells, she had been reluctant to learn some of the more vicious ones. But Ambrose had talked her around, because he had made a good point. Roz not learning the more destructive spells wouldn’t prevent bad things from coming at her. They did live on a type of hellmouth, after all, and Lilith wasn’t exactly someone to be trusted.
“Explodere Centena Millia!” she recited, remembering the spell she had learned from Ambrose. The thing exploded forward in the direction it was moving. Literally exploded, its insides going flying in every direction and raining down on the area around it. You would never know what form it used to take.
For a second she didn’t move, before taking a shaking breath in and looking at not-Agatha. “You okay?”
Yuck, Billie thought, as she wiped monster guts off her face. Her look of disgust was more than evident, as she scooped the sludge away from her mouth, eyes, and nose. “Couldn’t have waited until it was flying away from me, huh?” She asked, smirking a little. “Fair enough, I wouldn’t have given a shit in the reverse either.”
Shaking a little bit like a dog to get any excess off her, she made another face as it continued to sluice off her. “Thanks for the unwanted team up, I’m heading out though. Good luck on that whole do gooder hero thing.”
Roz shrugged. It had been less about watching which way it was going and more about getting rid of it as soon as possible. The blood shower hadn’t been intentional.
It was unnerving how much her smirk reminded her of Agatha, though her style and hair was completely different.
She arched one eyebrow, but didn’t react more than that. Roz had become far too used to people with similar personalities. A lot of witches had treated her the same way until she had made them realize that she was not mortal. Instead she swung her sword around and then slipped it onto her back again. “Don’t die.” she called helpfully.
She glanced around to make sure she hadn’t missed anymore or anything, before teleporting away.