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Post by The Sidhe on Jul 2, 2014 18:42:25 GMT -5
The Meister’s approach was a smart one. Quiet was best, quiet was safe. Wet ripping sounds and messy chewing continued to be far louder than necessary. But it was just so hungry, the creature couldn’t help it. The need to feed was always there, hunger gnawing at its stomach like its own teeth gnawed on bones after picking them clean. Fixated on its meal and having dismissed the earlier scent it caught as fleeting and far away, it had turned its attention fully on the task at hand: eat. Only bone remained on the officer’s missing leg. Through with it, the creature bit hungrily a few times and then tossed it to the right, grumbling in distaste but at least there was another meal just before it. Bending over the officer, it tore open the uniform jacket and shirt and dove clawed hands straight into his torso. Skin gave easily under such sharp tools, the creature grinning and pulling the skin apart easily as paper, making an awful sound almost like fabric tearing but wrong. Getting at the ribs, it took them in hands and snapped the sternum in order to bend them back, connections popping loudly out of place. The creature bent them back like wings spread out and away towards the officer’s shoulders, exposing his still heart and all the other organs it was after. Licking its lips, the creature made to lean down but halted very suddenly. In one smooth movement it was sitting upright, kneeling still but alert and balanced perfectly on the balls of its feet, ready to spring at a moment’s notice. Its head was turned in the way of where the bone had landed at the base of a pine. It stared past the tree, waiting for any other indicator of noise. That was the second in too short a time period. Rising slowly, still poised for movement, the creature stood. It was tall, just under six feet minus the antlers. It walked with eerily silent footsteps exactly like a human would, bony hips and knobby knees and ankles moving in ways painfully obvious beneath sickly skin. It drew perhaps five feet from the corpse before freezing in place. Again its head tilted, thin arms hanging idly with hands attached to long, sharp, and bloody claws that had torn through flesh so easily. Short, sharp breaths. Now away from the gore, there was most definitely another scent on the air. Its head jerked the other way, fingers flexing and its posture changing. It bent, spine curling and shoulder rolling forward, knees slightly bent. More sniffing at the air, before it stopped again. Away from them, it’s lips curled back to bare sharp and pointed teeth before it reeled around to face the direction of the team and let out and unholy screech that echoed all through the woods. The front was no less tarrying than the back. Each rib could be counted on the way up to the sternum, reached collarbones that stuck out to a sickening extent. Its face was long and hollow looking, both dried and fresh blood staining its mouth and currently wetting it. Its lips were ragged looking, split in places where its own sharp teeth had bitten through them in hunger. Its eyes were completely black and crazed, sunken back into equally dark sockets with how slight it was. Having caught the team's scent and with them now in its sights, it lunged onto all fours and hurtled on towards them with amazing speed, rising up again only when it grew closer to slash at them twice in wide, sweeping arcs with its claws.
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Post by Stella Riordan on Jul 3, 2014 19:58:47 GMT -5
As Stella was observing what the beast would do next, Cecil began to echo her own worries. Though she had determined that remaining near the trees was safest, the concern was legitimate. ”You’d prefer we had no cover? I can duck behind a tree should it charge. If it were to climb up, it’d have to jump down to attack us should I retreat to the clearing, giving me time to make a swipe. I doubt I can beat it’s agility, but I’m sure I can beat it’s intellect.” She communicated back. Her communication seemed a tad nervous, despite her best efforts to seem level headed. Then, Cecil asked another question. As she was about to answer, the kishin froze. ”Ah. So it heard it? Lovely. Now I can advance while it’s confused... If it can only hear my motions, attacking it will be a piece of cake.”
However, the kishin stopped before it reached where the bone had landed. Stella was about to advance, but she also froze. Had it heard her making her move? She had made barely a peep. No, it had to be something else. Perhaps it really wasn’t blind... No, that wasn’t it either. It was sniffing the air. Odd, the stench was still unbearable. Perhaps no longer being so close to a corpse allowed it a better sense of smell.
Before Stella could contemplate any more options as to what the kishin might be doing, it let out a screech. A loud one. Stella’s initial reaction was to squeeze her eyes shut and cover her ears, but Cecil’s blades forbade her from doing such. She did close her eyes, however. Fortunately, the screech wasn’t too long, though her ears rung. She wasn’t able to hear for the time being, so she didn’t hear the kishin begin to run towards them. When she opened her eyes again, it had already traversed half the clearing.
Stella let out an audible gasp as she was quickly trying to go over her options before the beast could hit her. It was on all fours, so hiding behind the tree wouldn’t be a good idea until it was close enough and she knew what it was planning to attack with. No, she’d attack it from the left. Since it was on all fours, she could swipe a large portion of it’s side. Stella got ready to run past it as the creature was almost upon her, but as she took her stride the kishin’s stance changed. It begun to swipe with wide claw movements. There was no way she’d be able to hit it’s side without being cut in half. She’d have to move, but didn’t have the time to back up or move further left and out of the way.
So, instead of doing that, the girl quickly ducked as to avoid the claws. Instead of continuing straight on or further left, however, she moved right. A cut across the belly would prove far more useful than the side. So, keeping low, the girl pushed her right hand against a nearby tree to give her some momentum, then brought the left blade to swipe across the belly of the kishin. Once she was clear, she’d try to recover her balance and stab at the back of it’s neck, provided the creature didn’t make any moves she couldn’t predict.
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Post by Cecil Amier on Jul 9, 2014 18:34:54 GMT -5
Cecil was focusing on his partner's response, and little on the still distant kishin. While it was true that a tree could provide some manner of cover, banking on their own agility in using it effectively as such still filled Cecil with trepidation given the enemy's, at this point only assumed, superior agility. They were at quite the disadvantage; not only could the kishin outclass them in every physical quality, the battlefield had little to offer. To even of a battlefield for one such as Cecil, and he doubted Stella much cared for it either.
If they couldn't tilt the field in their favor, if the only factors that mattered here were the combatants, there was only one goal to strive for. To turn the enemy's strengths against it. Simple enough conceptually, but difficult and risky to execute. Stella, to Cecil's knowledge, didn't have an extensive background in Judo, or anything similar. Cecil didn't either, of course. But he understood momentum was key, so he figured he could figure the rest out from there. After all, it's just physics at that point, right?
His thoughts were interrupted. A loud screech. Well, showtime, then. Cecil would've been quivering at this point, were he fleshy. But, no, he had already steeled himself, and knowing that any fear he had would not be outwardly visible lifted a burden from him. He had to focus every thought on assisting Stella.
The beast lunged towards the pair, and Stella had recovered her senses in time to do something about it. Rather than attempt to go backward, to futilely attempt to distance herself, she moved forward. Cecil had to admit he was impressed by her mental fortitude, it took a lot of guts to not instinctively turn-tail. His left blade was maneuvered to cut across the kishin's abdomen. Were it to be successful, that would be a prime part of the body to attack; it seemed to Cecil to be the kishin's center of gravity. Hopefully the beast's own forward momentum would press its flesh into him with greater force than any amount of pressure Stella herself could put behind a blow. "Good call, Stella! Prioritize using it's own inertia like that, and let's try to keep it off balance." Following that attempted maneuver, Stella seemed eager to follow up on it, seemingly aiming for the back of its neck. "Wait, Stella!" He tried to tell her, likely to no avail. He wasn't keen on her going on the offense like that. Of course a blow to such a prime spot could do good damage. He primarily worried there simply wouldn't be enough of a force behind it. And, of course, he felt that keeping up a defense would be safer; the beast's reflexes were likely good enough that it would try turning back around to strike at Stella.
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Post by The Sidhe on Jul 15, 2014 12:23:25 GMT -5
It was so hungry, and they had interrupted its meal. Unforgivable. The team would just have to make it up to the wendigo by offering up their own flesh and blood as sacrifices. It could already imagine how their bones would feel between its teeth, the sound their flesh would make when it tore through it. The Meister ducked to avoid its claws, but the creature’s mind adapted. Too forward, too easy, she was smarter and quicker than anticipated. The others had tried to run, but it had caught them. It would catch them too; it just had to put more thought into it.
Glinting metal drew black eyes and the thing hissed. Feet repositioned themselves and the wendigo darted to the right in a flash. Once out of the way of the knife, it hunched back down on all fours, observing only for a split second before going to remove itself from the way of the Meister’s next attack. Straight for the neck. It almost admired her boldness, but it didn’t remember what that was. All it knew now was hunger and the adrenaline of the hunt.
The Meister was halfway behind the wendigo when it moved yet again. On all fours again, it had more speed than even before. Claws dug in to give it more traction as it jabbed its head to the side towards her, though it was meant more as a distraction meant to make her back away than a true attack. It righted its hunched posture and bolted, crawling at an impressive speed before leaping up against the bark of the nearest tree. There it held itself, just above head height for the Meister. Claws held the grooves of the back easily, knees bent crouching like a frog with its upper body twisted in a way that had to be painful in order to keep an eye on the team. It stared growling for a long moment.
And then it slowly grinned at them with sharp, blood-stained teeth.
The way it moved to ready itself for an attack was wholly unnatural. It did not stay upon the tree long. Vertebrae popped as it arched its spine and muscle moved clearly beneath pasty skin. It launched itself off of the tree, landing on all fours again and lunging quickly for the team, claws and teeth aimed now at the Meister’s legs. The wendigo closed its hands so its claws almost formed a single point, stabbing once at each ankle before snapping at her left knee.
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Post by Stella Riordan on Jul 15, 2014 14:58:11 GMT -5
This kishin was annoying. As Stella attempted to bring the blade through the thing’s stomach, it nimbly moved out of the way. That could have gone better, but she was supposed it was a better course than getting her head chopped off. Whatever. Dodging took energy. Her next attack was sure to hit, right?
Unfortunately, things were oft to not be what they seemed. Cecil had complimented her soon after she had recovered from slashing at the kishin’s stomach. But, when she was beginning her next attack for the neck, he told her to wait. Why? At this point, Stella was quite sure Cecil didn’t think the same way she did. In the time they had fought together, she’d had to explain her strategies to him quite a lot. Such was rather tedious, but since he couldn’t read her mind it made sense that the boy didn’t know what she was thinking. However, telling her to wait in this sort of situation wasn’t the best of plans. The sentence had caused Stella to tense up slightly, bracing herself, and slow. But then again, that didn’t matter as the kishin easily avoided her advances. In fact, the advice proved to be helpful. Being suddenly taken aback by the command let Stella easily avoid the kishin’s head jab.
Then, the kishin bolted. Into a tree, it seemed. This gave Stella time to quickly recover her balance and begin to back up further into the clearing. The kishin merely held itself on the tree, not bothering to climb up it further. It grinned at the girl. That thing was absolutely terrifying. Stella gritted her teeth, continuing to back up, and brought Cecil’s blades to a defensive position near her torso. She was near the centre of the clearing by the time the kishin attacked again.
This kishin was really annoying. Why must everything try to injure her legs? Those were useful. Sadly, they were the hardest thing to block. And if Stella was unable to move properly it made her entire body incredibly vulnerable. First, the kishin aimed for her ankles. Left, then right. That was easily dodged by a step back then a step to the left. Those steps were followed by another step to the left. If Stella could move out of the way of the claws, teeth, and antlers, the kishin didn’t have many other - if any - lines of offense. However, as the girl moved further forward to swipe at the kishin’s right side, it’s claws aimed for her legs again. Her left knee, to be precise. This attack was not so easily dodged, as the girl was not expecting it. The most she could do was move further to the left so that the thing only tore the skin. That wasn’t too bad. She’d get over the pain soon enough, and when she did her movement shouldn’t be too stilted. Stella gritted her teeth again, and tightened her grip on her weapon. She then put her weight on her right leg, and moved closer to the kishin’s side, trying to swipe at the length of it’s body. Once she was done that, she’d run behind it and allow herself to recover a bit.
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Post by Cecil Amier on Jul 17, 2014 2:54:15 GMT -5
Cecil was severely disappointed when he felt his blades whisk through the air rather than through the Wendigo's abdominal muscles. Apparently this beast's reflexes and agility were even more formidable than he thought. Fantastic. He had already thought them impressive. Now they were just plain terrifying. So, this was what it meant to hunt Kishin Eggs then? Why must the path to glory be so absolutely awful? He was running out of ideas, and that was a harrowing thought in itself.
He was slightly relieved when Stella heeded his call to wait, though. It seemed as if though his caution managed to keep her from getting recklessly mauled. Cecil would take any small victory he could get, the way things were going. So ha! Stupid monster. Trying to gore his meister. Not on the Demon Weapon Extraordinaire's watch!
...Unfortunately that was not the only attack the beast made. In fact, it was likely that one wasn't even a full attempt to hurt Stella. But Cecil kept himself convinced he saved her life just then. The beast was clearly aiming for her legs with its subsequent lunges; Cecil almost considered telling Stella to try and block those, but he decided against it. Any opening in her vital areas would likely be taken advantage of immediately. Besides, Stella seemed to be doing a decent job at stepping just away from the Wendigo's claws.
...Unfortunately that was not the case for all of the attacks the beast made. It drew blood. Cecil was stunned in fright briefly upon that realization. On further inspection, it seemed to just be a flesh wound. Great. But Cecil could hardly worry about fleshing out a sound tactic whilst worrying that any scrape would be their undoing. He desperately tried to try and maintain a sense of composure, or at least convey such to his meister. "Great... great footwork, Stella." He meagerly offered. But how long could such footwork last? He had to find a way to end this battle quickly; preferably in their victory. Stella pressing forward to attack it again did nothing to soothe his nerves. Or what would be nerves, if he had a nervous system at the moment. In fact, he was kind of starting to panic. "JUST CUT ITS UGLY FACE OPEN" He impulsively screamed, err, well loudly telepathy-ed at his partner. This was not wise advice. Stella should probably not try and cut its face open. That would likely just anger it immensely. And cause it to tear into her body with righteous fury. If she were gonna try and kill it quickly, there were better places to strike.
Cecil felt a release at that impulse, though. It felt satisfying to get a "scream" out. Granted, he was still on edge. He had enough senses to realize Stella was aiming for the Wendigo's side this time. Good. Maybe. Not that he had any better plans. Except maybe cutting its face. But that probably wasn't better.
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Post by The Sidhe on Jul 27, 2014 13:54:29 GMT -5
The wendigo barely scratched the Meister, but even a scratch would provide ample incentive. So close to spilling blood it could practically smell it, anticipate how it would taste. The thought drew a low and rumbling growl from the creature’s chest, lips curling back in a sneer.
But blood was spilled, and it wasn’t the type it wished to feel dribbling down its chin.
With one arm still extended, it left a blatant opening. Leaning forward after the Meister as it was, there was no way to fix the crouch and launch itself backwards. The swipe of the blade to its right side parted the thin, pale skin clinging to the wendigo’s ribs, cutting into its flesh with a surprising amount of ease. It recoiled with all the swiftness it could mustered, creeping back several feet and rearing back to balance crouched on the balls of its feet. Shrieking in a mix of pain and anger, it regarded the wound with an odd amount of concern, black eyes wide and clawed hands delicately trying to push the wound closed, though this obviously failed.
Snarling and whipping its head around to the team, fury painted its face instead as more of its low, guttural growling filled the air. It leaned forward to return to its quick method of dashing about on all fours but then stopped. The wound was in precisely the right place to make such a thing too painful to pull off. Beating its hands against the ground in a childish display of displeasure, it quickly stood instead.
And then it charged. It shrieked at them again, high pitched and ear splitting before lowering its head and running at them. It aimed to impale them but held its arms slightly aloft, fingers splayed in case it needed its claws, in case they were aggravatingly agile once more. It wanted to hear them scream and cry and weep as it rammed into them, skewered their ribs and punctured their lungs. It would pierce their hearts and then tear them out before they bled too much, bite into them while they were still alive to watch the wendigo steal their life from them in the goriest of ways.
Even on two legs, it crossed to the team’s location quickly. Being bipedal only slowed it down slightly, and they had certainly angered it. Aggression was taking over and instinct was setting in.
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Post by Stella Riordan on Jul 27, 2014 22:58:01 GMT -5
Stella let herself feel just a tinge of relief as her blade cleanly cut through the kishin’s side. That certainly felt satisfying. Perhaps she did have a chance to win this fight after all. The kishin now had a gaping hole in the side of it’s abdomen, and Stella had not but a mere scratch. That fact alone certainly brought back a lot of her much needed confidence. However, the girl was beginning to feel a bit tired. Trying to match this damn thing’s agility was taking it’s toll on her already rather poor stamina. Best end this fight quickly.
Having the moment to bask in her own glory while the kishin seemed rather distraught by the wound caused Stella to ignore her weapon partner. That was until she heard a loud screaming. Cecil was, apparently, freaking out. Why was that? It wasn’t really like he was doing much, or anything. But, perhaps that was why he was freaking out so much. ”Calm down, would you?” The girl communicated to him, trying to hide any annoyance from her voice. ”If we mess up, it’s on my head not your’s. Besides, I’ve got this.”
Soon, the kishin began to charge again. Stella prepared herself to avoid the attack, but the thing stopped. It seemed as though it was in too much pain to move. Excellent. Stella would let it limp it’s way over to her before she sliced it’s neck. That’d feel so very enjoyable.
Alas, that was not the case. Poor Stella was not expecting her ear drums to be blown out by yet another screech. Such a noise caused her a massive headache. By the time she had recovered from holding her head in an attempt to evade the noise, the kishin was almost upon her, attempting to stab her with it’s antlers.
Having no time to dodge the attack in full, the most Stella could do was hope to counter the move. She moved to the creature’s left, and brought her right blade up to push the thing’s head away. Then, she brought her left blade to the kishin’s neck, trying to cut the length of it from top to bottom. Of course, the girl didn’t note what the kishin’s claws were doing.
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Post by Cecil Amier on Jul 28, 2014 20:56:38 GMT -5
Cecil felt his blade slice cleanly through the kishin's flesh. Why... that was actually a rather exhilarating feeling. Like, not exhilarating in the sense he'd like to do it constantly. But it was nice to know he could actually hurt a kishin... and hurt it so smoothly. So smooth. Mmmmmmm. The smoothness of the cut helped soothe Cecil's mind a bit more.
Cecil would've breathed a sigh of relief, had he lungs at the moment. Maybe things weren't as bad as they had seemed? Granted, the thing wasn't dead yet, but Stella hardly had a scratch on her. He was still wary of her stamina, though. Unfortunately, his meister seemed to be reprimanding him for his... outburst. "Uuh, excuse you, Stella. But if we mess up we'll both be dead, thanks. And I am perfectly calm. You just weren't listening so I thought I'd shout my suggestion. Pff, me, panic. Why, the very thought of it." He communicated with only slight hesitation in his voice. "But I'm glad to see you're so confident. Make sure to... cut its face. You know, to kill it."
The wendigo charged at the pair again, but this time distinctly bipedal. It was going heads first, but Cecil couldn't help but keep his focus on those long, lanky arms of it. Its fingers splayed, Cecil took it as a cue that it was prepared to use them int he instance it'd needed to. His meister seemed to be going for a killing blow whilst deflecting the antlers... but a cutting its neck would mean nothing if she was ripped open too! "Stella! It's claws!" He tried to communicate to her as she was bracing herself.
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Post by The Sidhe on Jul 31, 2014 15:14:42 GMT -5
Too quick again, she was too quick. This was becoming tiresome, and the pull of the wound’s parted skin made movement a chore. Angling itself downward at such an angle made it bleed just a touch faster, coloring sick looking skin red as it ran slowly down its ribs. The ferocious growling was only half for the team. The other was for the pain that began to hold it back. Black eyes squinting as its lips curled back in what would have been a wince if the wendigo could have remembered what that was. The Meister darted to its left and the wendigo made to turn with her, bringing its arms into its side in order to move more smoothly. It also flayed its fingers, blood-caked nails dripping and waiting to dig into her flesh. All it needed was a falter, a mistake of some sort. She had to slip up eventually, they all did, even the ones who had considered themselves prepared it had ripped to shreds and torn into. All it had to do was- Screw up. The blade against its head was unexpected. It dug its heels into the ground, but with the angle there was nowhere to go. Hissing and snarling at the Meister through glaring black eyes, it brought up each of its hands. Swinging each arm one after the other, is slashed first at the arm pushed its head away and next at the Meister’s rather exposed right side, putting all of its strength into each. It pressed forward, snapping desperately without noting the glint of metal. Its focus had been on hurting her, not defending itself. The blade sank into the wendigo’s pale flesh and split its throat open easily given thin skin. Blood sprayed from the wound from severed arteries. The creature’s distressed and painful shrieking was garbling and drowned, red bubbling from its mouth as it slowly made sound unintelligible. It clawed again at the Meister regardless, swipes growing weaker and weaker as the life drained out of its body. Blood ran down its front and dripped onto the earth beneath it, arms eventually falling into jerking movements barely worthy of the name of attack. Despite being nothing but dark, the shine sinister shine left its eyes. The wheezing, gurgling breathing ceased. The body of the wendigo sagged limply towards the ground, making barely any sound as its thin form hit the dirt. Blood slowed in flowing from the killing blow with no heartbeat to force it out. A few brief moments passed, red gathering to pool beneath its head before another sort of red appeared. A red, glowing orb rose from the wendigo’s chest, hovering over it for the team to claim as their reward. They had won.
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Post by Stella Riordan on Jul 31, 2014 19:53:36 GMT -5
If the situation was any less dire, Stella probably would have laughed at Cecil’s remark. ”You’re a terrible liar, you know.” She said with a slight smile, ignoring everything else he had said. Not that she had much time to say anything else, as the creature begun to charge just as she had finished saying that.
Due to the screeching, Stella was unable to hear what her partner had said. If she had, she most certainly would have not gone for such a reckless attack. Nonetheless, the girl did, and therefore had to suffer the consequences of her actions. Just as she felt the blade begin to cut through the kishin’s throat, she also felt something swipe across her side.
That had hurt. It had really hurt. Was it possible for pain to be deafening? Stella felt as though all of her senses were out of whack. The girl had screamed, but she hadn’t heard the sound for some reason. The pain made her stumble slightly to her left, which did not much more than make the next swipe a bit less painful. Good, as if it had been just a bit deeper her organs might have been spilling out from her side. After the second swipe, the girl pulled the blade further through the thing’s neck and the swiping seemed to stop, at least for now.
Though the kishin begun to swipe again as it shrieked, it would find itself unable to actually make contact with the meister. She had stumbled further to her left, then fallen onto that side and out of range of the kishin’s claws. She wasn’t dead, but the cuts were deep enough that bleeding out was a definite possibility should she not receive medical care soon enough.
The girl had dropped her weapon and was now clutching the side that had been cut open, hoping to stop the bleeding. It was fortunate the kishin was now dead, because rather soon she was likely to fall unconscious.
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Post by Cecil Amier on Aug 1, 2014 15:10:43 GMT -5
Terrible liar? Feh. Even if that was the case, Cecil had more important things to worry about than his bluffing skill. Like the very angry Wendigo intent on drawing blood. The screeching, terrible Wendigo. Did his meister even hear his warning?
Based on her attack, no, Stella did not.
Cecil felt his edge cut through the pale flesh. A clean cut in its throat. A mortal wound upon his enemy. But he could take no reprieve from that sensation. For so too did he bear witness to the tearing of Stella's flesh. She put distance between them and the kishin, but the injury she sustained was no mere flesh wound.
He was terrified. Cecil could only swear he did what he could, but that was little consolation for the shock and terror that was washing over him as he felt her grip loosen and as he fell out of her hands so that she could cover her wound with her hands.
In a moment, he transformed from cold steel to flesh, blood pumping feverishly in panic and genuine concern. "Stella!" He bent over and tried to get a good look at the damage that had been done. That wound need to be treated immediately. Even if the bleeding could be stopped here, she needed immediate medical attention. Those claws of the kishin were most certainly not sanitary; if the wound was not cleaned properly she could get an infection. Unfortunately, there was no clean water or anything around for him to do so there immediately. He had to concern himself with stopping her from bleeding out and then getting her out of there.
"H-hold on, I'll get you out of here, it's the least I can do!" Cecil said, briefly taking off his scarf so as to pull off his sweater. He tried wrapping it around Stella's waist tightly enough to stop the bleeding, but it alone couldn't cover the entire wound satisfactorily. "Tch." He uttered, disgruntled. He was already starting to feel a chill through the shirt he still had on. Regardless, he stripped off his shirt as well, leaving only his bare chest to face the cold. He wrapped the second piece of clothing round her again, fully covering the wound.
Cecil quickly flung his scarf around his neck before bracing himself to get Stella up off the ground, wrapping his arm under hers so as to have the majority of her weight supported by his back and shoulders. She was seemingly just barely conscious. That's when he remembered something. The Kishin Egg. "Shit." He sluggishly moved over to the kishin's corpse, the red soul hovering above it tauntingly. He bent down slowly and picked it up with his "free" hand, hastily stuffing it into his mouth. Ugh, not how he wanted to eat his first kishin soul. But he had more important things to worry about. He set off back towards civilization, more concerned with getting his partner the medical attention she needed than making a triumphant return.
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Post by The Sidhe on Aug 2, 2014 13:29:30 GMT -5
Cold set in upon them from the incoming grey clouds. The body of the wendigo laid soulless and forgotten, limp and lying on its side. Black eyes now stared intently at nothing at all, face lax with the blood on its claws and gathered beneath its body already beginning to congeal in the lower temperature. Its pale skin was stained red, its antlers making small dents in the damp earth from where its head rested once and for all. The corpse of the officer that lay not far off would be collected later; as would be the one still hanging like a macabre Christmas ornament from the tree they had passed earlier. They and the other victims had been properly avenged. At the very least, the team would not have a long road back to town, a bit of luck for both Meister and Weapon. The clouds darkened, though not terribly so. The sun shone through them and created a shifting grey glow that blocked it from hitting the land. Small droplets of water started slowly, hitting at random before growing stronger, frequent. It was far from a downpour, but it was indeed rain, nature’s way of cleansing the forest of the massive amount of blood left within it. In the little town of L’Etape itself, Marcel had done nothing but stare pointedly out the window from his office. After the team left, he had sat down and barely moved since; leaning back in his chair and watching the clouds roll in. Worry clouds his face and fear hardened his features. If they didn’t come back, he’d have the lives of two teenagers on his conscience. And then he saw movement at the edge of the woods. Marcel was out of his chair so fast it spun, moving right up to the window and squinting. It was them alright, but the girl was being carried. <<Oh my God.>> Marcel bolted from his office, nothing but a blur as he passed Lili and hurriedly put on his coat. <<Call the clinic and tell the doctor to be ready, we have at least one injured teenager, possibly two!>> With that, he was out the door and sprinting across the field. He hoped whatever injuries the girl had gotten would at least be accompanied by victory. Spoils: 1 Kishin Egg Soul, 90 Points
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