Re: Intense Struggle Season 2! (Round 3: Castle Suterrea)
07-26-2011, 09:27 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
It was amazing how much trouble one little bird with an injured wing could get into. Anybody else, they would sit down, rest a bit, maybe try to bandage the wound up. Usually they didn’t jump into a fight when the fighters on both sides were better armed. Sarika’s weapon of choice had been right there, actually, right in the middle of the room, along with her headdress, and she had completely ignored them in favor of jumping on the thing that had stolen them in the first place.
Reudic found himself thinking he was making a mistake.
But, luckily, he managed to lead her away. Partly by subtle mind prodding, partly by dragging her out the broken door.
He was quite relieved, though, that her arm had stopped bleeding. After he had stopped the flow of blood by binding it tight, it didn’t take long for the wound to scab over. That didn’t make the whole gash thing all hunky-dory, but it was better and she was definitely less likely to drop dead.
Right now, he was waiting patiently as she lied on the floor.
Sarika pressed her uninjured wing against her eyes. “Aaaagh, what haaaaappened? I thought I was…uh…” She paused for a moment. “…I wanna take a nap…”
“Not a good idea,” Reudic said, though he wasn’t all that sure if it was actually not a good idea. It probably wasn’t.
“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled, still rubbing her eyes. After muttering a bit more, Sarika pulled herself onto her feet using Reudic (which he did not appreciate much). She proved herself very hardy by not wobbling much at all as she shuffled her way off in a random direction.
“But the other guys were there, right?” she said, once again not really talking to Reudic in particular. “Pretty sure they were…so…where’s Lillian…?” Everybody kept asking that. The rosebush was pretty sure he was very tired of everybody asking that, and frankly, he couldn’t see the usefulness in looking for a small, weak child. It was probably better for everybody to just ignore her, actually, as she continuously distracted everybody else from the real goal they were reaching for. Reudic was utterly convinced that it would be better for everybody if Lillian was dead.
“Woah. Woooaaah. Woah. What’s this?”
Reudic looked down. Sarika was suddenly holding some sort of large orb. It had a handprint, which neither of them had. The bird woman still tried rubbing a wing all over it. When Reudic noticed she was actually using her injured one, he smacked her. She stopped doing so.
“Well, at least I can throw it at something if I need to,” she said and tucked it carefully under her arm. Reudic couldn’t help but think that any monster that was threatened by an injured bird with a small metal ball as a weapon (one-use, too, unless it could fly back like a boomerang) was probably not much of a monster at all. He was in the middle of this thought when, once again, he heard, “Woah. Woaaaaaah. What’s this?”
Again? How many things could someone find that was interesting enough to pick up in the span of one minute? Reudic was suddenly suspicious and he offered this new item much more scrutiny.
It was a rather small pendant. Reudic was somewhat certain he had seen it before and so decided it wasn’t some mystical cursed artifact that turned wearers into a werewolf-vampire thing. He went about trying to remember where he had seen it before.
“This is Lillian’s thingy, right?”
Lillian, Lillian, Lillian. He really was getting tired of all this.
“She’d probably want it back? It’s important, right? So she’s close, maybe.”
Reudic hoped that something else would happen to change the subject already.
It was amazing how much trouble one little bird with an injured wing could get into. Anybody else, they would sit down, rest a bit, maybe try to bandage the wound up. Usually they didn’t jump into a fight when the fighters on both sides were better armed. Sarika’s weapon of choice had been right there, actually, right in the middle of the room, along with her headdress, and she had completely ignored them in favor of jumping on the thing that had stolen them in the first place.
Reudic found himself thinking he was making a mistake.
But, luckily, he managed to lead her away. Partly by subtle mind prodding, partly by dragging her out the broken door.
He was quite relieved, though, that her arm had stopped bleeding. After he had stopped the flow of blood by binding it tight, it didn’t take long for the wound to scab over. That didn’t make the whole gash thing all hunky-dory, but it was better and she was definitely less likely to drop dead.
Right now, he was waiting patiently as she lied on the floor.
Sarika pressed her uninjured wing against her eyes. “Aaaagh, what haaaaappened? I thought I was…uh…” She paused for a moment. “…I wanna take a nap…”
“Not a good idea,” Reudic said, though he wasn’t all that sure if it was actually not a good idea. It probably wasn’t.
“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled, still rubbing her eyes. After muttering a bit more, Sarika pulled herself onto her feet using Reudic (which he did not appreciate much). She proved herself very hardy by not wobbling much at all as she shuffled her way off in a random direction.
“But the other guys were there, right?” she said, once again not really talking to Reudic in particular. “Pretty sure they were…so…where’s Lillian…?” Everybody kept asking that. The rosebush was pretty sure he was very tired of everybody asking that, and frankly, he couldn’t see the usefulness in looking for a small, weak child. It was probably better for everybody to just ignore her, actually, as she continuously distracted everybody else from the real goal they were reaching for. Reudic was utterly convinced that it would be better for everybody if Lillian was dead.
“Woah. Woooaaah. Woah. What’s this?”
Reudic looked down. Sarika was suddenly holding some sort of large orb. It had a handprint, which neither of them had. The bird woman still tried rubbing a wing all over it. When Reudic noticed she was actually using her injured one, he smacked her. She stopped doing so.
“Well, at least I can throw it at something if I need to,” she said and tucked it carefully under her arm. Reudic couldn’t help but think that any monster that was threatened by an injured bird with a small metal ball as a weapon (one-use, too, unless it could fly back like a boomerang) was probably not much of a monster at all. He was in the middle of this thought when, once again, he heard, “Woah. Woaaaaaah. What’s this?”
Again? How many things could someone find that was interesting enough to pick up in the span of one minute? Reudic was suddenly suspicious and he offered this new item much more scrutiny.
It was a rather small pendant. Reudic was somewhat certain he had seen it before and so decided it wasn’t some mystical cursed artifact that turned wearers into a werewolf-vampire thing. He went about trying to remember where he had seen it before.
“This is Lillian’s thingy, right?”
Lillian, Lillian, Lillian. He really was getting tired of all this.
“She’d probably want it back? It’s important, right? So she’s close, maybe.”
Reudic hoped that something else would happen to change the subject already.