Post by Lexos on Aug 10, 2015 16:39:35 GMT -5
The sudden hefting motion should have pulled the new guy aside. Should have. Instead of movement on his part, Artichoke felt a sharp, tearing feeling in his shoulder. New guy shifted, too late; because a pain like a dozen scissors ripped through Artichoke's side and though his shoulder. He stumbled back until his back pressed against the wall of the building, stifling a yell.
What was that?
When he looked again, there were raiders all about. A sizable group of them. An ambush? A couple of them had already hesitated, eyeing him warily. Their eyes were everywhere, actually: on Deion; on the new guy, with whatever freaky powers he had; on Artichoke, who had sweat beading across his forehead from an injury that shouldn't have hurt as much as it did, or at all.
Artichoke winced back at them through the pain and the lights of the will o' wisps, now visible and skittering around his head. A couple of them had stopped, glancing at the flames. He realized that they looked... uncertain, or scattered, or even a little bit scared. Most of them were frail or thin, there wasn't a hint that any of them knew magic. One tall one was holding an axe like a baseball bat across his thin shoulder. Artichoke felt a burst of hope. They could scare them, maybe?
Gingerly, he tried moving his arm to right himself, but a stab of pain forced him to drop it down.
He grimaced. Even if he could fight, all he would be was dead weight, so using his left arm, which hurt fractions less than the right one, the teen propped himself off the wall. Deion and new guy had thrown themselves into the fray, but there was no sign of the third member of the 'group'. Aether was powerful. Maybe the mage could scare them off with magic. "Aether, they look-"
Before he could turn around fully, the sight of Aether, unmoving on the ground. Without pausing or considering the heat spreading across his lower back, Artichoke rushed over to the fallen mage. He wasn't bleeding. Using his uninjured arm, he gave the man a shake. Aether's seemed to be breathing, so Artichoke figured that he'd passed out. It was strange, the mage hadn't seemed so frail.
More sweat was beading across his forehead, but Artichoke had to remind himself not to panic just yet. His eyes darted around. Was there water, anywhere? As much as he wished it, a well didn't show up out of nowhere. With no way to drag him out of danger, Artichoke settled for the story book option; a couple weak slaps to the face.
What was that?
When he looked again, there were raiders all about. A sizable group of them. An ambush? A couple of them had already hesitated, eyeing him warily. Their eyes were everywhere, actually: on Deion; on the new guy, with whatever freaky powers he had; on Artichoke, who had sweat beading across his forehead from an injury that shouldn't have hurt as much as it did, or at all.
Artichoke winced back at them through the pain and the lights of the will o' wisps, now visible and skittering around his head. A couple of them had stopped, glancing at the flames. He realized that they looked... uncertain, or scattered, or even a little bit scared. Most of them were frail or thin, there wasn't a hint that any of them knew magic. One tall one was holding an axe like a baseball bat across his thin shoulder. Artichoke felt a burst of hope. They could scare them, maybe?
Gingerly, he tried moving his arm to right himself, but a stab of pain forced him to drop it down.
He grimaced. Even if he could fight, all he would be was dead weight, so using his left arm, which hurt fractions less than the right one, the teen propped himself off the wall. Deion and new guy had thrown themselves into the fray, but there was no sign of the third member of the 'group'. Aether was powerful. Maybe the mage could scare them off with magic. "Aether, they look-"
Before he could turn around fully, the sight of Aether, unmoving on the ground. Without pausing or considering the heat spreading across his lower back, Artichoke rushed over to the fallen mage. He wasn't bleeding. Using his uninjured arm, he gave the man a shake. Aether's seemed to be breathing, so Artichoke figured that he'd passed out. It was strange, the mage hadn't seemed so frail.
More sweat was beading across his forehead, but Artichoke had to remind himself not to panic just yet. His eyes darted around. Was there water, anywhere? As much as he wished it, a well didn't show up out of nowhere. With no way to drag him out of danger, Artichoke settled for the story book option; a couple weak slaps to the face.
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