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Post by Nathalia on Jan 22, 2011 16:21:17 GMT -5
((Resta slammed to the ground on her side with a hiss of breath as the wind was knocked out of her.
She vanished almost at once, leaving the Stallion to continue his charge.))
~Nathalia
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 23, 2011 15:14:48 GMT -5
Jo just wanted to edge into the shadows a bit more. To make sure that she was far enough away from the fight that she would be able to escape any form of body fluid that could potentially cause her harm.
She sniffed loudly as she half scooted away from the affair. She was keeping an eye on Remi who was keeping an eye on the fight. And his body language wasn't particularly encouraging through unclear eyes. She picked up the pace, hoping that the adults wouldn't mind if they stayed at the end of the alley.
That was assuming the horse thing didn't go on a rampage and she needed to run like hell. Her tail tucked itself between her legs as she moved as fast as she possibly could. Away. As far away as she deemed necessary to be safe and not to piss off the crazy lady with the sword and Amherst.
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 23, 2011 20:04:14 GMT -5
((As Jo stumbles backwards, she steps on something soft...and warm...and moving.
It groans piteously as it struggles to pull away from her.
Othello's shivering body is barely awake and smells horribly like rot and morphine.
What happened to the poor boy?!
He looks as though he's been battered a bit and is covered in bits of rotting flesh that are thankfully, not his own.
Resta appears again over the Horse, trying a different angle to balance on his back and swipes the sword across his shoulders, cutting painfully and deep enough to make him either screech or stumble a bit.))
~Nathalia
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Post by Vyn on Jan 23, 2011 20:26:02 GMT -5
At first it seemed as if the fight wasn't going to be as impressive as he hoped. Things were moving slowly, awkwardly, and then the Resta woman vanished. The blow looked hard and for a moment he wondered if she'd be returning at all. Worse, the horse looked ready to charge Amherst and, if things turned out poorly, he and Jo would be in the creature's path.
He turned to tell the girl to move faster, get the hell out of there, but she'd apparently she'd already gotten the message and her rush had lead her... to someone else?
The ferret couldn't clearly see and, in his distraction, he managed to stumble gracelessly over a broken wine bottle. He growled a little, glad he'd managed to avoid cutting his paw, before a rather useful idea came to him. It was light but sturdy, broken so that the heaviest part was missing. It'd make a good weapon. In fact, the entire alley was scattered with broken remnants of trash that could be turned into a fine arsenal should the need arise.
He turned back in time to see blood blossoming, heralding the return of Resta. It was good to see the woman wasn't down fully, he was enjoying the fight she put up. Hopefully Jo would be too distracted with whatever she'd found to notice him edging closer to the fight. Considering the much larger and more distracting fighters, Remi couldn't possibly imagine anything would happen to him... but he carried the broken bottle with him just in case.
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Post by Old Gobbo on Jan 23, 2011 21:18:58 GMT -5
Well, that was surprising. Perhaps it was the angle, or maybe he didn't quite realize how far that neck stretched, but Amherst couldn't believe he was out of range. He let out a smile. He'd always considered his father's 18 foot long pike to be rather unwieldy, but at least it would have reached.
Amherst was actually quite pleased that his attack missed. It was reflex more than anything else that caused him to lash out at the horse and, let's face it, Amherst didn't need to get involved in someone else's brawl right now. He backed up and began moving towards his two charges, Remus and Josephine.
Of course, it would have been stupid to just stop facing the two cards who were fighting, so he kept his front to them, all the while inching away.
He turned his head ever so slightly, so his voice would carry behind him. "Are you two all right back there, Remus?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 23, 2011 21:23:33 GMT -5
She was so close she could see the light at the end of the tunnel and then she stepped on something soft and squishy, promptly stumbling onto the form and snotting it up. A terrified whimper escaped her as she righted herself, blinking rapidly at the prone form that groaned at her.
A....person? They smelled down right awful and were covered in... rot? Ew! EW! She yelped as the form tried to get away but didn't seem right. She looked back at the scene behind her. She was far enough away that she wouldn't get bitten. Remi was still closer than he should have been. Amherst was saying something to him. He was fine. For now. What about this new comer? She poked the boy with her large runny nose. "You okay?"
There had been hands that had grabbed him, an awful smell, and then everything was hazy. He had tried to yell to the strange party he had been with but his mouth had been filled with a rag. Everything was turned weird. Was he drugged? Things smelled funny. His normal delightful mint was overpowered by rot.
And then he was suddenly stepped on. The sound that came of him was automatic as he struggled to get away from whatever was hurting him. The world seemed to be spinning weirdly. Words. Someone was speaking to him as he tried to use the wall to right himself with his mechanical hand. The nose poked him, and he couldn't quite feel it properly. "Merw?" came out instead of a coherent response.
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Post by Vyn on Jan 23, 2011 22:03:39 GMT -5
Amherst stepped back, Remi stepped forward and suddenly he was back in the 'fray' so to speak. Hmm... Less safe, but it seemed they were safe where they were for now. His ears pulled back as he looked up at the man. Amherst was still between him and the fighters, but he was closer than he'd planned to get. "We're fine. Jo is staying back, she'll be fine."
Unless her new friend turned out to be a man eater like the horse, but... He turned, watched Jo interacting with the new thing, turned away. They both seemed confused, startled, and Jo was making a bit more noise than he would've liked but he couldn't quite hear anything properly. Probably because nothing of importance was being said. If it was, she'd scream loud enough to draw his attention. Or something.
Whatever.
He swung his attention back to the two fighting. "Think she'll kill him?" Were he not under the attentive watch of an adult and still attempting to remain 'in character', Remi would've been grinning. Instead he allowed his expression to tint his words, intending to make the question sound more concerned than intrigued.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 24, 2011 21:18:32 GMT -5
Pain! Eir screamed in rage and pain, flinging his head up and back, trying to knock Resta off and away from him. His charge towards the bird thing was diverted in that he was distracted from trying to hurt the creature with the weapon to an erratic, leaping gallop in the general direction of the far end of the alley.
Yellow hooves cracked on the ground like distant thunder, even as he pounded closer and closer to the bird and the children. He hadn't fully lost control of himself, but it would be difficult to track his movements as he whirled, reared, bucked, and leapt all at a fast pace, even down the alleyway. Aiming for his hindquarters would be even more difficult as they were still invisible, which meant when he turned around backwards, all anyone could see would be his innards.
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Post by Old Gobbo on Jan 25, 2011 20:29:54 GMT -5
Amherst stared at the battle in front of him, his adrenaline slowly building and slowing the action down. Remus was close to him and he knew that Josephine must be right behind him. It wouldn't hurt to watch for a moment.
Restus moved so smoothly, and her command of magic was so impressive that Amherst was practically in awe. "I don't know. She didn't the first time she bested him. I don't know why she would now." The way she fought was beautiful. "But she certainly could if she wanted to."
Then, Eir turned and faced away from Amherst. The look of intestine, muscle, and organ almost made him gag. And it made him snap out of his trance.
"Quick, they both seem a bit unstable. No need to get caught in the crossfire. Let's stay back with Josephine. Maybe we can find her mother by another route. It is no longer safe here."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 26, 2011 0:14:42 GMT -5
The girl watched the boy flop around in his confusion. What was wrong with him? She made a small whine of distress and tried to point him out of the alleyway. Out. She wanted out damnit! That Yarrow thing was going to get her or spray blood on her or something! She gave another whine as she head butted the boy in the side. "Move idiot! Move!"
Othello struggled to get to his senses. (17) He was covered in something, that he wasn't particularly sure of, and there seemed to be a rather large commotion going on. His eyes focused on the strange wolf child that seemed to being instant on getting him to go somewhere. No hello's just poking and shouting. "Okay?" he whimpered as he was head butted by the girl, moving away from whatever was being impossibly loud.
Victory! The girl made a triumphant sound as she looked over her shoulder. Her cheer promptly evaporated. That thing was getting closer! Why were they letting it get closer?! She turned back to the boy, pushing with more gusto than before, not really carry about the disgusting amount of gunk that was coming off or his fur.
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