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juice_factory2016-10-18 02:41 pm
fragileandsoft) wrote in juice_factory2016-10-18 02:41 pmFriend Drama
Bc we just can't stop
fragileandsoft) wrote in juice_factory2016-10-18 02:41 pm
Warg? Grash??? Gregington. Washory.
Fighting Nox rarely goes smoothly, if ever. Even worse when locals get roped into the mix--a group of college students had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, defenseless and afraid in the middle of a fight. Greg and Wash were entirely overwhelmed, exhausted, flagging--but fighting together.
Then things got weird.
Neither could place the precise moment it happened: when fighting instincts took over, and they fell in sync--Wash the hardened soldier, Greg the one who learned from him--when desperation turned into faith the other had his back, when screams went up from the students... all he knows is, at some point there's one body, and a mind not quite belonging to either.
He has a brief moment of confusion, then recognition, then panic, then amazement--and then it all gets pushed aside as shadowy claws lash out, and he lets loose a stinging whirlwind of thorns. He can figure this out when everyone's alive and safe. For now, he feels incredible.
Gregington. Definitely Gregington.
A gust of wind tears through the air with concussive force, dragging razor-edged leaves in its wake and slicing any Nox in its path to ribbons. It's a show of sheer power he never could have managed before; he's become greater than the sum of his parts, and it's only that same focus - there are people here who need protecting and you're the only one who can do it - that keeps him from stopping and marveling at it.
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"Are you hurt?" There's no time to check over the damage himself. His reflexes are sharper than ever, but he can't turn his back on a hoard of enemies. There's no response, the woman blinking dazedly through blood. His breath hisses in distress and frustration--throwing out blasts of thorns is risky this close to the kids. Instead, the next blast of air carries a thick cloud of pollen, a cloud of stinging blindness and confusion left in its wake. It'll buy them time.
The woman's friend has rushed to her side, trying to get her to her feet. "How is she?" He asks again, voice tight with nerves.
"Oh, oh god, oh god it won't stop bleeding--"
"I'm fine." Her voice is shaky, but coherent. The cut is shallow across the forehead, but bleeding a lot. "I just--I can't see like this..."
"What's your name?" The friend flinches as he looks at her. It's not as if it's unwarranted. He's hit with a disconcerting awareness that he has altogether too much blinking going on for a normal amount of eyes.
"E...ElliEEK--"
He had to break eye contact in order to punch a large, batlike Nox out of the air. Physical attacks aren't the most effective, but he's got enough power in him now to catch them off guard. "All right, Ellieek." Yeah, okay, he knows that's not right, whatever. "Stay close, and guide your friend. I'll clear a path."
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Plus, he caught Ellieek's friend smiling through the pain. Looked like the jokes were helping her too; as far as he was concerned, that was carte blanche.
It also wasn't a priority. Vines lashed out at the bat Nox, already trying to take wing again, and bound it to the ground, struggling and shrieking. He glanced behind him briefly, just long enough to make sure that Ellieek and her friend were on their feet and following him - and they were, despite Ellieek's fear and distrustful glances and her friend's temporary blindness - and then continued forward.
The next Nox to recover from its pollen-induced blindness sprinted towards them, snarling. A sharp gesture sent a clump of vines, propelled by wind, into the Nox's legs, tangling its paws together like a bola and sending it sprawling to the floor. A second clump of vines bound its mouth together as it snarled. The Nox might be ineffectual now, but he still gave it a wide berth as it struggled - no sense taking chances.
The vine bolas were working well enough, and he continued to hurl them at Nox in their path, still blinded and therefore mostly stationary targets. It wasn't going to stay this simple but for long, but he was determined to take advantage of the situation while it did.
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A look around told him the pollen was beginning to disperse; he can see the dark shapes shifting through the cloud, and it won't be too long until they can see him too. There's too many Nox around to take on at once without this advantage, so he pulls on his magic again. All he needed was get these girls past this hoard, and he could figure out what--
The shriek cuts through his thoughts.
The Nox had waited until his focus had shifted to call up more magic, and leaped on the defenseless girls. Even as he realized what happened, the dark and serpentine shape dragged Ellieek down and across the ground, back into the pollen--where he wouldn't be able to see her, to save her, without exposing them to all the rest.
Her friend staggered into him, still half-blind and hastily shoved aside from the attack. She grasped at him, clutching where his shirt peeked from under his armor, murmuring quiet "oh god"s and "oh no, oh please"s. All around them, Nox voices began to hiss and whisper.
"slowstill slowtoo slow, still too slowafter alleven like thatnot even nownot thentogether and aloneyou can'tthis is all?"
Panic settled cold into his gut, but even as the vines curl up around the young woman he leaned down to whisper to her. "I've got you." She let out another startled gasp as she's pulled up onto his back--fully grown, but easily carried, tied close to him with protecting vines. "I'll take care of this," he assures, desperately hoping it's the truth, and clears the air to rush after Elliek.