T - Gobbo, Kari, Vyn

[Vyn]

Anyway he sliced this, Remi wasn't pleased with the results. The woman was more of a bitch than he'd hoped though not so much so that it was unexpected, just disappointing. She flaunted her skill a bit, made demands, nothing special, but seemed willing enough to lend a hand so long as they didn't cause her any problems. Considering that there was now a disturbing long-necked horse with a propensity for eating people rousing behind him, he was more than happy to obey the bossy woman's demands.

Really, whatever was necessary to preserve his handsome tail. And Josephine. He enjoyed her company, it'd be unfortunate if she exploded.

Without bothering to comment, it wouldn't do him any good, he trotted himself over to Josephine and gave her a very gentle bump with his nose. He hated the sound of tears and... urg she was covered in snot, but he'd stay close and try to comfort her because that was what the adults would expect him to do. "So," he whispered very quietly so that only Joe could hear him, "what's all this about exploding?"

[Kari Muffin]

So they had happened upon a woman who randomly murdered people that evening and the Yarrow horse ate people. Josephine could feel her stomach tying itself in knots as she was pushed by the woman's foot.

She dragged herself the rest of the way behind her, thankful that Remi was going to join her. The wolf sniffed pathetically as she tried not to snot everything up around her. Her nose had other ideas as she brushed some of the tears away with a paw.

"Yarrow and Bog body fluids don't mix," she whimpered, there was no way she could properly whisper with how loud her sobbing was. "I'd have an allergic reaction, the more fluid the worse the reaction a-and--" she hiccuped, biting her tongue in the process. She wanted to bury her face in the boy's fur, but she refrained as she tried to collect herself. Everything was going to be fine. She wasn't going to die. The scary lady and Amherst was going to get rid of the scary Horse monster.

[Old Gobbo]

Amherst edged away from the advancing Resta and let her pass as she moved towards the horse with the long neck. He didn't like the way the horse spoke, but could only imagine what sounds would come from his mouth if he'd been defeated in combat. And the way it sounded, Resta had beaten the horse once already.

Amherst moved towards the two kids, keeping himself between the children and Resta. He felt bad about how he felt towards the children now that he saw Josephine crying. In the end, they were just children and one could not expect them to behave as adults.

He kept his halberd facing the equine and Resta. "I'll not get between your quarrel. I have no stake in the fight and claim neither of you as my charge."

He switched his halberd from being held in both wings, to being held in one wing and one of his dexterous feet. He wouldn't be as good fighting that way, but he could now put a wing around the frightened Josephine. "Remember what I said, 'stick close to me.' I won't let anyone harm you."

But that wouldn't be enough for a child. He'd have to calm her fears in a tangible way. He looked around in the alley and found a discarded piece of tarp that probably once surrounded a shipping crate to protect it in transport. He reached over and plucked it up and set it in front of her. "Wrap this around you. It will protect you from his fluids, so you won't have to worry."

[Vyn]

Remi arched a brow in surprise. ...Fluids didn't mix, huh? "And that'd go the other way around too, wouldn't it?" The little ferret had to fight down a dark grin and he what he couldn't fight down he hid in a 'comforting' hug. He wrapped his forelegs around the girl, apparently careless of snot though inside he was cringing something awful, and gave her a reassuring nuzzle.

Amherst returned then, offering words of comfort and vows of protection as well as a useful tarp. It would at least do the job, if she were willing to take the old thing. Remi gave the man the most appreciative look he could muster before turning his attention back to Joe.

"See? It'll be alright. We'll make sure he doesn't get any fluids on you... But if he does get close? Spit in his eyes and run." He pulled back and gave her a 'struggling to be brave' smile. He didn't feel nearly as much concern as he pretended to express, but he felt it was important to remain on a similar level as Josephine. It would help Joe cope with her own breakdown a lot easier if she believed she wasn't the only one struggling.

Not to mention the more he looked like an innocent child, the more he would be protected like one.

[seraaches]

Eir made an angry almost hissing sound as the evil Josiggy woman outed his secret. "I'll start with you, you little bi--" the equine snarled angrily, stopping only when he felt as though the world was moving wrong. It only now occurred to him that his head was. . . moving very oddly compared to the rest of his body. He glanced down and frowned as he realized his neck was longer. That witch! She'd ruined his handsome neck.

The stallion made a peculiar sound of rage, leaping for Resta to try and rip her head off of her shoulders for messing with him. He didn't realize with the thinking part of his brain that he would extend his neck further, but instinctively his body seemed to know, and his head shot forward at the woman faster than he expected, teeth bared to take a chunk out of her.

[Nathalia]

((Eir's head slammed toward the Human...
And very suddenly...she wasn't there, simply wasn't there.
Eir's head shot toward Amherst instead (rolled a 12) and snapped out a small mouthful of feathers before reaching the end of his neck's elasticity and it snapped back in an instant like a rubber band.))

He would feel a slight pressure on his back as the Human appeared out of nothing above him.
"Bloody bastard! You'll never taste Josiggy or any other Card again, I forbid it!"
She swung her sword down in an arc, not expecting the Horse to move as quickly as he did after his period spent unconscious. (rolled a 9) The sword nicked his shoulder before she leaped away from him, tumbling to avoid any incoming teeth.

((The further back down the far end of the alley the rest o the little group backs, the closer they get to a bit of a foul smell...))


~Nathalia

[Kari Muffin]

Josephine felt better when Remi comforted her. "I'll spit in his eyes," she sniffed pathetically as she burred his face in his fur for a few moments before Amherst came to comfort her with the tarp. She gave him a small and whimpered thank you before shrugging it off when he moved away.

It smelled foul, at least she thought it was the trap. The smell didn't go away though. She whimpered again her tears finally stopping. She heard the snapping of the Yarrow's jaw and yelped, stumbling backwards.

The smell got a little bit worse. She glanced down the alleyway, wanting to get away from the Yarrow. The crazy woman seemed to be handling things well and they were only getting in the way. But the nasty smell was there. Josephine motioned to Remi, hoping that he'd be willing to slowly edge away from this entire nightmare with her.

[Old Gobbo]

The horse's head snapped at Resta, but she disappeared, leaving the head coming at Amherst, taking away a few feathers. That was not a hold, that was a bite, meant to tear flesh and break bone. If Resta told the truth -- and Amherst couldn't be sure of that in her less than coherent state -- this would help it make sense.

Amherst moved without thinking, the muscle memory of his training kicking in without hesitation. His body ducked low, and his wing twirled the halberd in an arc towards the horse's leg. It was not the blade heading towards the horse, but the hook. With one hand, Amherst could not possibly have bit too deep into flesh, but that was not what he wanted.

His father's words drifted back to him as he did the manuever. "Leg 'em and leave 'em," he would say. So, the hook curved towards the horse's leg. With luck, he could hook the leg and pull the horse's legs out from under him.

[Vyn]

Remi grinned more firmly at Joe's response. That was much better. He let her rub her horribly snotty snout in his fur as much as she wanted, better to ensure he wasn't made a snack of by cannibalistic horses.

It was no sooner that the malodorous tarp was laid over Joe that the fight seemed to break out in full. The ferret momentarily forgot he was comforting Joe and froze to watch the spectacle with a dark sort of interest. The horse's lunge, obviously intended for the woman, snapped through thin air and struck Amherst (lightly) before yanking back to assault the vanishing woman further. She appeared behind him -- above him, rather -- and a little thrill raced up his spine as he swore he saw a splash of blood blossom through the air.

And then he noticed Josephine motioning to him from the corner of his eye. She was edging slowly away from the fight and, apparently, wanted him to accompany her. He hesitated, torn between the hope of witnessing a truly grisly battle and the logic that it was more beneficial to his health to move away. Logic won out over pleasure and he cautiously slipped after Josephine, casting careful glances back at the fight as they went.

[seraaches]

(Sorry for the delay; was trying to figure out where Eir was in relation to everyone else. ^^;

Unfortunately for Amherst, Eir's body had not followed his head any closer, and his legs were over ten feet away from the bird, though the rubber band neck was surprising enough that it most guard would have tried to swipe at the stallion as well.

Eir, for his part, barely noticed the movement of the halberd, too baffled by his neck slinging back towards his body. A lifetime spent dodging guards and police were all that likely saved the stallion. He dodged the sword, mostly, snarling when it kissed his shoulder. He snapped at her as a matter of course, but he was wondering now if he could get the Josiggy down. Fine, time for a different set of tactics.

The Yarrow kicked out as hard as he could, trying to fling the woman off of her feet so he could rush the bird.