Rep tensed, willing to fight off the elf and Jordan at the same time if he had to to get through to him. It didn't matter that he was that he was no match for the other hunter in a fight, that he would inevitably lose - all that mattered was to get through to him, no matter what - because the prospect of losing him again was unbearable.
He didn't let go even as he tried to pull away, even as Ferros was summoned - to Tracey's relief and his dread, his heart racing as he braced himself for what was to come but never did.
As that spark of coherence, of the sparkling intelligence he loved returned to Jordan's eyes he felt like he could breathe again, like the last few moments had been spent underwater and he was at the surface again.
"I'm sorry. I.. I'm, there wasn't any other.."
Tracey didn't sound scolding, simply a patient and stern reminder he was babbling.
"I'.."
I was scared.
Tracey drew his thoughts gently back to the battle at hand, survival dependent on it, but he couldn't help hugging the other hunter carefully, apologetic but selfishly needing it himself as much as offering it to help.
"Are you okay?" he repeated, this time without the raw panic in his voice, it could be okay, it would be okay.
DISTANCE: 32 NO ACTION
Stats:
Name: William Reid Faction: Hunters - Sun HP: 48/50 DMG : ? Charge: 2/3 Effect: Sun Intermediate +2 dmg Items : Runic Bandages - Unused, Waves of Oceanus - Unused Appearance : Loud, arrogant
human with vibrant red hair and a nasty demeanour,
weilds a massive two handed lochaber axe.
Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 6:04 am
"I." Jordan swallowed and leaned heavily against Rep, aware that he couldn't indulge in comfort for long, they needed to defend themselves, but he was still shaken and trembling, the realization that he'd come very close to attacking Rep in the panic-fugue making him nauseous and weak. "I saw - no," he stopped himself as the panic edged back up in his throat. "I can't, I didn't - "
He took a breath and shook his head. "I'll be okay. Can't take the time." He rested his forehead against Rep's shoulder briefly. "Thanks."
Then he made himself let go, rolling his shoulders and forcing himself to return to a ready stance. Control. He couldn't lose control again. It could get him killed; worse, it could get others killed.
She hadn't expected the elf that suddenly grabbed her leg and started tugging, like an awful gleeful version of the shadowlings in the Shadow Run. Which was why when Cass made that first swing at it she actually had to stop to keep from hitting her OWN leg. Instead, she gave it a rough kick away and took a step back, frowning.
Somehow the Halloween side of things always found a way to surprise her. If this thing was even Halloween. Was it Christmas? Whatever it was, it had tried to offend her leg and she didn't like that at all.
Especially when she realized her 'step back' was actually closer to that pulsating black offense on the ground below not-Julie.
"You son-of-a-" She knew better than to use her gun at close range, instead she brought the blade swinging upwards in a clean arch at the elf, which just giggled and chittered away at her in some tongue she didn't know. It was like one of those people who was possessed by a demon and started talking Latin.
Although she wasn't sure if those were actually people or some sort of weird shapeshifter demon in real life.
Her attack didn't deter the elf who ran about her legs, arms up in the air while making a high pitched 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHH' noise. Then crashed right into her knee and bit her ankle. It was more surprising than harmful and prompted another step away from it.
Rep seized the fleeting desperate window of affection while it lasted, supporting Jordan without complaint. It wrecked him inside to see him in such apparent distress, aware how deeply reliant on control and poise he was. When the ragged edges of his emotions were visible on the surface, one could only imagine the turmoil underneath. That gap in time where he still didn't know exactly what had happened other than that it was terrible and that Harrison and him hadn't been there, couldn't have been there to help.
Here he could change it, could keep them both safe, or at the very least give his everything to try.
"It's the fog again, it's playing hell with our heads." his tone was flippant and easy, but his expression was serious and protective. It was okay not to be alright.
He smiled, and it was with the earnest optimism many people didn't get to see. "There will be time later when we are home." Time to let guards down, time to talk if it was needed.
"Tracey was worried about Ferros." he said as he turned back to the battle at hand. "I think he has a thing for that big fancy hammer of yours."
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DISTANCE: 32 NO ACTION
Stats:
Name: William Reid Faction: Hunters - Sun HP: 48/50 DMG : ? Charge: 2/3 Effect: Sun Intermediate +2 dmg Items : Runic Bandages - Unused, Waves of Oceanus - Unused Appearance : Loud, arrogant
human with vibrant red hair and a nasty demeanour,
This elf was kind of like a freakin' Kender, she decided. If Kenders actually existed, this is what they were. Albeit the elves were too short to be Kenders, but she'd endulge her childhood fantasies briefly as she brought Nicodemus swinging around to hit the dumb thing.
Now if it would stop moving that would have been fantastic. But it kept running around like it had eaten too much sugar.
With Julie involved, that was likely a thing to consider.
It seemed like the elf was running around less and less. Good. Still, the way it ran about her legs kept having her move the opposite direction than she wanted to be going. When she attempted to take a step forward, the elf shoved itself into her leg and sent her stumbling backwards towards what she'd describe as 'doom'.
Or Julie. Julie-doom. Man, why did looking at Julie get those bells back into her head all of a sudden?
There was a definitive gleeful noise that still lingered when another swing of her blade sent the elf scattering into foggy pieces, but Cass herself looked please.
"And stay gone!" she puffed her shoulders proudly, before looking towards that pit behind her, then towards the Julie-monster in it, frowning. Julie-insanity-monster. Man, she couldn't even think about the not-Julie without feeling bad about the actual-Julie. But there wasn't much she could do about that.
Like Cass, Shehk made a startled noise when she was suddenly grabbed by a little thing, stumbling briefly towards that dark abyss she'd been considering for a moment, before she realized that was exactly what it wanted.
To send her after Medea. Shehk tilted her head briefly towards it, again pondering if that was a valid option.
With a slight growl of irritation, Shehk brought her foot swinging up into the elf that was harassing her. It didn't seem bothered by her in the least, just grinning up at her from around her foot - which it clung to gleefully.
Someone was very very late to the battlefield. She was also very close to the battlefield, nearly in the middle of it. Saya panicked, as the vortex seemed horribly close and the elf only pulled her closer. Her fingers kept losing her grip on her weapon, finding herself only a short distance away from the vortex now.
Saya might have thought she saw a familiar face but she blamed it entirely on imagination, because she didn't see how they could be here.
As the thing continued to run about her feet, Shehk began to look more and more riled up by it, her head jerking to one side with a noticeable twitch to it before she began to stomp, slamming her dangerously heeled shoes into the thing over and over again.
That darkness was looking closer and closer every time Shehk thought to look towards it while stomping out her little elf nuisance, snarling darkly at it. It made a mockery of her - just as those hunters did - and she was not something to make a mockery of. She was strong.
She was starved, but somewhere underneath all of that, she was strong. She'd make it regret it.
No seriously, had she been more right with herself, Shehk would have never let herself get so close to that edge, and yet she didn't care. There were menaces to be dealt with - and then she needed to find the High Priestess as well. Yes, that was a good course of action.
So really she was hitting two birds with one stone.
With one final stomp, the elf was snuffed into giggles and joy, the pricolici looking very offended by this state of happiness in it, before she looked up towards that greying shape that was pretty much just right there, before tilting her head to one side.
Now she could go forward and find the High Priestess, or she could attempt to deal with this greyed figure who looked even more offensive than the elves were.
Shehk's HP: 24/50 Shehk's Distance: 2 (omg Shehk, stop. I should make you stop, but staahhppp) Elf's HP: Ded Damage: 6
