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 Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 4:04 pm
s**t. This wasn’t good. He couldn’t easily maneuver this girl when she was probably fast losing consciousness. He couldn’t afford to try and set her down, either. Not when he would potentially have to throw her over his shoulder to escape if necessary.
And the youma was a problem. Sessrumnir didn’t even look at this creature as though he was a man. Perhaps at some point he was, but now…
There wasn’t enough time to breathe a sigh of relief as the youma was kicked back, because he was soon lunging forward again, still trying to attack the young woman that he was holding up by her arm.
“I don’t think so,” he growled right back at the creature, twisting his body and the girl with him so that he could place himself between her and the youma, his hand grabbing onto the edge of his cape so he could try and block some of the damage done by the youma’s claws, his arm held up to take the brunt of the attack.
“Back. Off,” Sessrumnir all but snarled right back at the wolf creature, the noise that escaped from the back of his throat a mixture of anger and pain. He could already feel the claws and teeth ripping through the fabric of his cape, tearing at his unarmored upper right arm, the creature’s strength pushing him back. Just another set of scars to join the others.
He tried shoving the youma back, his strength already burdened with keeping the girl from getting even more injured. At this rate, he really was going to have to just throw her over his shoulder and make a run for it.
Sessrumnir made an attempt to yank his arm free of the youma and throw a punch at him, ignoring the pain and red that was already soaking into the cape.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2017 10:30 pm
There was way too many inhuman noises for her liking. And with her mind already a hazy mess of things, it was hard to discern if there were actual words being spoken by either individuals. But she could sense the desperation. Not quite unlike her own. Just more feral.
She was maneuvered - or dragged - again, but her feet didn't give out. They were holding her weight with sheer stubborn willpower. A hand had reached up to grip the arm of whoever's firm grip kept her in place. And was protecting her.
Useless. She was completely useless. And only slowing the other down. Blinking hard, her gaze focused more on what was happening, that dizziness making her world tilt oddly. But she saw enough to see the Thing coming at them. Except a firm arm was in the way. Blocking her from it. And getting chewed on in the process. She instantly felt guilty.
Mustering up as much energy as she had left and using the adrenaline racing through her veins, Fenrir clung to the man trying to rescue her. As he attempted to punch the creature, she kicked out at the same time, hoping to get the terrifying then to let him go!
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 12:38 pm
The wolf inside of him was roaring, howling, screaming for more - he wanted blood, he wanted the fight, he wanted the adrenaline rushing, burning, bleeding through his veins so that he could feel that sense of purpose, of excitement, the thrill of a hunter and its prey, the overwhelming hunger -
He wanted it all.
Claws raked - the cape dulled the edges, Wolfeite's hands tangling in the fabric, and he made a sound of fury, something between a growl and a snarl and a howl all twisted together from the back of his throat. The knight was pushing, shoving him back even as Wolfeite was shoving forward, the two of them locked together, and the blood was seeping now, making his fingers slippery with it.
Something collided with the side of Wolfeite's head, painfully hard; the knight's hit had landed, snapping Wolfeite's jaw back so hard his teeth clicked together. Simultaneously a foot cracked into his leg, and Wolfeite's grasp slipped away. He staggered back, gasping, vision shifting in and out - for a moment it looked as though he wanted to keep going, swaying dangerously -
- and then he collapsed onto the ground and did not move again.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 9:06 pm
He was bleeding and in pain, and the girl was losing consciousness fast. For a moment he was worried that they were going to have to figure out another way to escape, but then the girl managed to kick out at the General as well, and their combined efforts seemed to make him crumple, at least momentarily.
That was as good a time as any to get out of there, and Sessrumnir wasn’t going to take any chances by lingering around.
“Hold onto me,” he told the girl as he shook out his injured arm, wincing at the pain from the pain as he did so, but then readjusted his hold around her and lifted her off her feet.
He had no intention of hanging around, nor did he really want to know her identity. He brought her as close to the hospital as possible before they would both have to power down. Sessrumnir did, against his better judgment, and told her to do so as well so he could bring her into the emergency room.
Thankfully, with how many people there were in the city, it was unlikely that they would ever see each other again. He didn’t bother leaving her with his powered or civilian name, nor did he ask for hers, and instead left as soon as she was taken to be treated.Kyrieko Fin?? Unless you want to do one more! They should definitely meet up again! (Sorry, he had a bad habit of just dropping people off at hospitals and leaving orz; )
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