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 Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 3:02 pm
"Good that it fixes itself," she replied, then added after a moment, "My longer skirt tends to take a lot of punishment, especially if I fall into bushes, but every time I power up, it's as good as new. Quite useful. I have to say, I'm jealous of your chainmail, though I may change my mind once it stops cooling off quite so much at night."
Once they were a few houses down, the girl started to relax, but still insisted upon keeping an eye on the Knight. Still, though, Asclepius has felt no familiar darkness from him, and so became more at ease with her newfound partner.
He was fairly nice and quiet, too.
The Senshi of Medicine was about to strike up more conversation when she felt something that was giving off that feeling of evil. It was apparently rushing them, too. Asclepius opened her mouth to warn Camelot just as he grabbed her and pulled her closer. Whatever warning she had been about to voice instead escaped her lips as an indistinct yelp of surprise.
She tried to shake off the bewilderment as quickly as she could, and picked herself up off of the pavement. And Camelot. "Sorry," she breathed, feeling a need to apologize for landing on him, even though doing otherwise would have been awfully difficult with him holding on to her like he had been.
It did look like a dinosaur, didn't it. Once Asclepius was on her feet again, she clenched her fists, hoping to give Camelot time to get up again, too, as she looked for a good place to aim a punch that was not likely to be solid bone like the top if its head looked to be.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 10:44 am
Camelot frowned.
"I hadn't thought of that." She was right: it was going to get very hot in a hurry in this chain mail and the various layers he was now sporting. As if patrolling weren't difficult enough, he would have to worry about over heating. Maybe he would bring a water bottle with him...
But that seemed an oddly normal solution for it, and he wondered if he was really adjusting to this new kind of lifestyle that easily. Threading both the knight and the librarian together.
He'd ponder about that later, though, when he wasn't sprawled on the floor. When the youma attacked, he had been all instinct. Now he was sore and a bit disoriented.
He shook his head when she apologized, getting to his feet slowly. He looked at the bone headed youma and it was charging already, its head lowered as it tried to ram Asclepius down again. Camelot was not fast enough this time to get in the way, though he could at least shove her out of the way. They were going to be doing this a lot, the falling and dodging, unless they found a way to fight back against it. It slammed into his shield and he let out a pained sound, hitting the floor again as the youma turned to Asclepius again. Camelot moved, in a daze, to grab hold of its tail.
Anything that wasn't the top of its head seemed to be much more squishy and punchable.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 12:49 pm
Asclepius set herself against the charge, but stumbled as the Knight pushed her. "I'm fine!" she called out, voice pitched higher with a touch of indignation. She had been planning to sidestep at the last moment and land a punch on its neck or something as it passed; jostled from her stance by Camelot and his concern, the best the girl could manage was a swing at the youma's shoulder with a bit less force than she had hoped behind it.
She regained her footing quickly, though, and winced as she saw it slam into his shield once more.
Stubborn, the both of them.
"I don't think you have to catch its skull every time it runs at you," Asclepius called to him. "I doubt you'll get through to it that way, and I don't want you breaking your arm." She would be able to take care of him if he did, at least get him set long enough to go to the hospital, but still, the pain of fracturing those bones would be quite a distraction. Unless these Knights were impervious to pain.
Speaking of distractions, grabbing the youma's tail seemed to be a good way to accomplish that. The bone-head monster was turned towards her, but it kept tugging with its tail and looking back at Camelot; it would have to get its tail away before it charged again. And the white-skirted senshi was not about to let it do that. She stepped in to close the distance, giving it less room to gain momentum if it wanted to rush her again, and crouched slightly to swing a low kick at it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 7:55 pm
Camelot nodded his head dumbly. Stupid protective instincts very often got the better of him. And he was already in pain. He didn't want to let her know that his arm was, in fact, already broken. And he was getting in trouble at work by his peers for apparently stressing it out there. He had to support it in a sling when he was at work, but they still thought its poor recovery was due to him overworking himself.
When in fact, he was suffering from going out too often and powering up whenever he felt he needed to. To defend someone or, as tonight, to visit a car and a senshi.
And a dinosaur youma.
"I think you have a very good point," he said, biting his tongue in an effort to make his voice sound a bit more normal. It didn't help. And now his tongue hurt as well.
The dinosaur was not built for hand to hand combat. It was built for slamming its head into things. That was it. When she kicked out its feet, then, it had nothing to do but fall. There was no chance its tiny little arms were going to catch it, after all. Camelot let go of its tail and moved to help her, hoping they might take advantage and destroy the thing before it could get back up.
If it could get back up.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 10:27 am
Asclepius lashed out at the creature again as it fell, kicking at its body. Tiny arms scrabbled to try to scratch her feet, and an illogically large mouth opened to try to catch her ankle, but it was easy enough to avoid. She might have felt bad about kicking the beast while it was down, but the fact that it kept trying to attack her anyway decidedly calmed her doubts.
She hopped back as the youma's lashing tail caught her across the leg, leaving behind a smarting scrape. Then one heeled shoe clamped down on the end of it, trapping the tail between her foot and the pavement. At least that part was no longer a danger, unless the monster could pull its tail free.
"You're not okay," the Senshi of Medicine stated as she stole a quick glance back at Camelot. "Will you need a trip to the hospital when we're done here?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 10:58 am
Camelot shook his head, his face a little pale from the pain. How much of a beating could a broken arm take, even powered up as he was, before it became useless? He had to assume that being powered up gave him a little bit of a buffer, but he was definitely going to be feeling this later.
"No, I'm fine. I've already been. I'm fine," he reassured, holding his shield in his other hand now, after prying it from his arm. He was using it as a tool to hit the youma with, though it was breaking apart.
Eventually the constant beating from both senshi rendered the youma to dust, though Camelot's shield broke apart. He sighed and shook his head, looking very tried. His arm was aching.
"Well, that wasn't so bad," he breathed, cradling his arm to him. He was going to have to go home, tend to himself, and try to come up with a better method for patrolling then running into constant fights and letting his arm keep getting damaged.
Maybe he would just have to take a break from patrolling altogether, though he didn't want to.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:22 am
The girl staggered backwards as the youma yanked its tail out from under her shoe, but a moment later, it was dust on the pavement. It faded, but the splinters of Camelot's shield remained on the pavement.
Asclepius recognized the pain on his face, and stepped closer, holding out her hands for his arm. "Let me see," she offered. "You've already been to the hospital? So you broke it before tonight and yet you were out here anyway?" The girl's tone was soft but stern, not angry, but still ready to chastise him in spite of his being older than her. The Senshi of Medicine looked him in the eye. "Look, I appreciate you saving me and wanting to help patrol and all, but really, you have to take care of yourself, too.
"It's never good to break those bones, because it messes up your elbow and your wrist, too." The girl eyed the touches of grey in his hair. "Even if you heal fast like we do, you still have lasting effects, especially if the bones don't line up right. and I'm sure you don't want to get arthritis any faster than you have to."
She realized then that she had left her little white backpack of first aid supplies back on her roof. If Camelot had broken his arm before, though, and now made it worse, then he was going to need more help than Asclepius could provide. She wanted a good look at it first, regardless, but about the best she could do for him, she suspected, was over-the-counter painkillers and an ice pack.
And dragging him back to the hospital.
"I suspect you don't have a cast under that chain mail."
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 1:19 pm
"The cast seems to come and go as it pleases," Camelot said obscurely, looking a bit miserable. He just wanted to go home now, not much a fan of being in pain. He winced as she examined his arm, then smiled.
"I'm sure it's fine. I'll go home, take some of my medicine and just relax. I think you're right, I need to... be a bit smarter."
He had never been good about injuries. Whenever he had been hurt before becoming Camelot he would be at the library well before it was recommended to return to work. Diligent or just stupid, either way.
Sighing, he cradled his arm to him when he was able to, then looked around. He took a step back and bowed. "Thank you for the tag team. I hope to see you again sometime. Once I'm healed, of course."
He grinned sheepishly, then turned and hurried off, faster than he wanted to. He wasn't running away from her, after all, but he did just want to dunk his arm into some ice and curl up into his bed for the rest of the night. He doubted there would be any sleep for him, though.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 1:43 pm
She eyed him carefully, then crossed her arms, inclining her chin slightly. "You had better relax for a good long while. I won't go patrolling with you if you're hurt." Part of Asclepius was mad at herself for not checking first, but, well, it was not like she had any precedent on which to suspect anyone actually going out with broken bones. Bruised or scraped still, maybe, but she could not imagine powering up and going patrolling with something fractured.
The Senshi of Medicine was nearly impressed by his apparent tolerance for pain. Nearly.
She was about to offer ice packs, if he could wait a minute for her to fetch her bag, but he took off. With surprising speed for someone pale with the ache of a broken arm. Asclepius shouted after him, "Thank you, and I had better not see you again until you're healed!"
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