Realistic or Modern Mission 3

[Noble Scion]

Sang simply sat there, listening to the wolf-kin's story of what she could only assume had something to do with his race's past, with all of its talk of `birth` and this ``den mother`, who was perhaps some sort of deity. She herself had never been religious, nor fond of the idea of spending one's time praising such a being for her existence, but that wasn't to say she denied their existence.

She shifted into a more comfortable sitting-down position instead of her crouched posture as she listened to the eerily different voice of Brass. the tone shift half made her wonder if he'd been possessed by one of the ghosts, but decided against that line of thinking considering he hadn't screamed her horns off or tried eating her face yet.

Once he was finished, she was left a little speechless.

"Well.. Uh... That's interesting." was all she could work herself up to say before the dogman suddenly stuck their face on her lap. Had that been a human, or any other race she expected some degree of higher intelligence of, she would've punched them hard enough to shatter their nose, but considering she deemed this person as close to a "friend" as she'd gotten in years, she resisted her sudden instinctual reaction to attack upon physical contact and simply sat there, seemingly frozen.

The eldest daughter of Reds slowly lowered her right hand onto his head and, incredibly stiffly and slowly, rubbed the fur of his scalp, her face a twist of confusion and awkwardness.

Frankly, she felt more like a sister to this person she barely knew stuck in the depths of a death maze than she'd ever felt back in the house of the Reds. Being the oldest sister, she'd always been the most mature when her blood wasn't boiling, meaning she'd hardly spent time speaking to any of her younger siblings in any other manner than formal, having dedicated the entirety of her younger life to training and living up to her noble ranking amongst the tribes, leaving her as she was now after being stripped of such a thing.

"This isn't entirely bad", was her only thought as she continued petting Brass.

She shook slightly at the sound of something, or as it turned out, someone, hit the ground and immediately retracted her hand, wrapping her arms around herself as her face glowed a gentle shade of a lighter red in blush, as if she suddenly remembered where she was. No effort was made to get up by Sang upon seeing that others were attending t her wounded comrade.


"I-I too, am ready." she responded rather plainly to the half-demon's proclamations of wanting to move on, yet made no effort to move until brass wished to shift himself off her legs
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[DapperCat]

location: The Labyrinth
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If looks could kill, Qerres would have put Elora's head on a skewer and hovered it over a bonfire like a marshmallow. With utter horror she watched as her team leader used one of her whole mini-flasks on the injured. Not that she minded her colleague being helped- but with her alcohol?!

That was just not okay.

After shooting another glare at Elora that could melt the skin off her bones, she paced over to Kirill with a few low curses. Her still bloodied fingers padded the many pockets of her cargo-pants, all of them clinking as she did so.

Six out of eight left... not good.

"Listen I'm trustin' ya here bud, good faith and all that shit. Y'can have a sip of another one of m'mini flasks, but -only- if y'promise to take a sip an' no more. It'll make ya tipsy anyway if y'not a seasoned drinker. Or if y'bad with alcohol, drunk."

It really was not good. She didn't know how long they would be there, and she had calculated that she could at least safely manage with a half a flask a day, maybe a full one. So one or two weeks. Now she had six to twelve days, if the half-demon were to be trusted. Withdrawal was a terrible, terrible thing.

She pulled a little flask from one of the many cloth elastic loops within one of her pockets, holding it out to the half-demon like a glorified drug-dealer, despite him not having promised anything yet.

"One sip. 'cause I got such a big heart. I swear if y'take more--..." She glared at Elora again, then at Kirill. "...Jus' don't."

It was petty, but she did not feel like helping Elora out a second time now. It wasn't so much because she -wanted- the extremely strong drink, but because she needed it to function and not sweat, tremble and have mood-swings. But at least she could unleash said swings upon Elora were it to come to that.

Red Red was lucky that Q was so busy cursing the life out of everything- otherwise, she likely would have made some jabbing jokes about the current position she'd found herself in with the group's dog...

 

[Fable]

Merged Group

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When Jasper returned to consciousness with a jerk there was some relief Elora felt. It was better he was awake in this situation and honestly she worried that he might've been injured worse internally which would be something fatal. She didn't flinch as he swore loudly and then basically have a damage report on his condition.

"You'll live," she said, trying to be optimistic though her voice was flat. "We don't have a medic or someone medically inclined you unfortunately you're going to get a rough patch job and then we are proceeding forward before something arrives." She grabbed what little medical supplies she had bothered to bring; specifically a roll of gauze which she used after pouring some of the alcohol from the flash she had taken from Qerres.

She tried to be gentle as she patted the wound near his eye, but she probably still applied a bit too much pressure with the pats. She pursed her lips slightly wondering if some stitches would be needed. She hadn't brought anything like a sewing needle and sighed aloud once again. "This isn't going to be pleasant for either of us," she commented as she lifted a finger, pointed her index finger and it changed color to black like before and grew longer, growing to a think point. She took a deep breath and snapped the tip of the finger off with a wince then used a different sharp finger to bore a hole through the thicker end. After her hand went back to normal she plucked a strand out of the gauze and glared at Jasper.

"Don't move," and without a countdown or word of warning she went to give him some very amateur stitches. "Also, Qerres the next time you give my that expression I'll be sure to take all those other ones from you as well." Because of her haste the stitches were sloppy and uneven, but it was only temporary and he could get medical care if their group survived this nightmare realm. "Use the rest to wipe off the rest of the blood yourself," she ordered and shoved the flask into one of his hands.

While she tended to this and Tristan heard Kirill's remark about triggering the Banshee he rolled his eyes. "Oh yes, thank you for doing your job," he said sarcastically. He was tempted to go over and snatch the other flash that was being handed over, but he wasn't an idiot to drink and mix pills. "Your heard the lady, get your asses cleaned up and ready to go. Smoke break is over." He groaned as he got up on his feet. He was going to sleep a week when they got back.

Elora went over to Tristan, taking the faux needle made from herself and let it reabsorb into her body. "Stable?" he asked her without context. "Stable enough. Agitated as usual, but a bit stronger here due to the influence I believe."

"I've got the injection prepared, just don't push it," he commented before clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. "Jasper, as much as you are in the worst condition, we gotta go. Felicia could you provide some mobility assistance with your talents please? The rest of you, up on your feet, wear that blood proudly, and let's-"

BOOM!

"...get..."

THUD!

"...FUCKED!"

A very large minotaur stomped into the area. It was hard to see with the lack of good lighting, but it's shadowing outline could be seen in the distance as it was seemingly looking directly at them. There was what seemed to be a long moment of silence as the beast registered them, titled it head to the side, huffed and then let out a loud sound, which could only be described as a weird bull- moo-roar. The thing was monstrously huge, three times the size of a person and it charged at them, a giant ax in hand ready to cleave them all at once.

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[Xemanorth]

Kirill had thankfully cleaned himself up just about as well as he was able to by the time the minotaur arrived. As it bellowed out its roar, the half-demon furrowed his brow and cringed in pain, covering one ear with the palm of his hand while angling the other away from the minotaur by turning his head, unfortunately, that didn't stop the roar from sending lashes of pain throughout his skull. "Asshole!" The half-breed replied immediately after the roar of the creature was over before bringing the open flask to his lips and indulging in a sip. With a relieved grunt and a sigh, his expression twisted further as he closed up the flask before tossing it in Qerres' direction with a prompt, arguably late: "Catch!".

"Don't know 'bout you, but this ain't my first rodeo." Kirill mumbled to himself, eyeing the horns decorating the top of the minotaurs head as he slammed one of his fists into the open palm of his other hand, threatening: "I think I'll be mountin' those on my wall." the half-breed said, overlooking the fact that doing such a thing in the limited space of his bunk would probably not be entirely convenient, or particularly safe for that matter. While Kirill was impressive in both height and width, he was arguably about the size of a person and a half while the minotaur was three times as big as one, a fact he was thankfully, aware of. If he wanted to grab those horns, he'd have to bring the beast down somehow. Thankfully he had just the plan for that.

With the reckless abandon one might expect of the half-breed, he began to immediately charge at the minotaur, arms swinging and boots stomping as he broke into a sprint toward a creature twice his size. His plan, if one could call it that, was simple and straightforward. Continuing his mad dash toward the minotaur, the half-demon showed no signs of slowing, instead only continuing to build speed and momentum alike at a worrisome pace as he closed the distance between the minotaur and himself. His intent was to attract its attention, hoping to dare it into swinging its axe in a horizontal arc that would catch any attempts on his part at an approach. All angles covered, left, right, center. All save for one.

Should Kirill's gambit prove successful, his aim was to throw himself onto his back mid-sprint in an effort to slip beneath the minotaur's swinging axe and between its legs where he would finally strike. Having presumed that the minotaur was wearing nothing but a loincloth, if that, Kirill's aim was to slide between the creature's haunches in order to end up behind the minotaur. On the way, should the opportunity rear its head, the half-demon would aim a mighty overhand punch straight for the minotaur's hanging crown jewels in an effort to surprise, stun and daze! Whether or not he'd prove successful at any of his efforts was anyone's guess, including his own but his intention was clear. To stirke the minotaur at it's presumed weakpoint in an effort to make it double over, while he'd slip behind.
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[DapperCat]

location: The Labyrinth
addresses/mentions: Thatguynameded Xemanorth
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"Also, Qerres the next time you give me that expression I'll be sure to take all those other ones from you as well."

Q pursed her lips and mulled it over. Her expression showed aloof and uncaring, but within she knew that would be a bad idea. She wasn't new to suffering, but when it came to withdrawal symptoms she wished to avoid it wherever possible.

"Jus' sayin' boss, consequences ain' gonna be pretty for y'all if that happens..." she shrugged, "Well unless y'leave me behind here then it should all be fine."

With a dismissive snort, she expressed this rather grim statement with little care. She looked to the half-demon, somewhat impatiently awaiting to see if at least -he- would respect her enough to not waste her alcohol. Luckily... he didn't. He took a sip and closed it, but then-

THUD!

The ground trembled under her old boots as an immense figure approached their group. ...Where did he come from? Did he just drop from the ceiling? The Demoness shook her head as she slipped her brass knuckles onto her hands. Her fingertips were still bleeding, it'd be best to give her hands some rest, even her calloused knuckles.

In the midst of putting her weapons on, she heard the half-breed call out for her to catch. She cursed aloud, hands coming up frantically to fish it up from the air and immediately shove it into one of the many loops in her pockets. "Could y'maybe say that earlier next time?! Dumbass!"

She huffed, cracking her neck as she watched the big man charge into the Minotaur... and punch it in the jewels. He stole her move?! Her cheeks puffed up in mock indignation before she charged into the battle after, heavy footfalls leading her toward the Minotaur. But she was slow, and it was likely she was spotted by him long before she could do damage.

Luckily to make up for her slow and non-nimble form, she had a pair of nose-breakers. She aimed to slam a fist into the big beast's stomach, something she could reach from her height. Though she was so boisterous and loud, the woman was oddly quiet in her way of battle. No sounds, no grunts- just hopefully, the sound of her fist hitting the thing under the ribs.

 

[Morzone]

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"Could be worse. Some bandages to stop this bleeding would be nice though. I didn't think to pack any First Aid." Theo responded, following Qerres over to help free Elora from the Snake corps. Once their leader was freed form from the dead reptile, The group moved on quickly down the previously guarded path. Soon enough they arrived at a much large chamber, thankfully without an endless flight of stairs to go up this time. The mage wasn't really sure what to expect this time around, more monsters? another puzzle or a trap? perhaps something was going to fall on them from the high ceiling. Whatever he had been expecting, running into the other team wasn't it. Theo was quite taken aback when the other group of agents appeared, assuming them to be an illusion of some kind. Elora must have shared this sentiment, at least until the team leader had checked to see if the others could respond to their code. it was announced they would be taking a break, one Theo was glad for, even if he had doubts about their time limit.

Theo headed over to Qerres' "medical station" and snatched a roll of bandages while the demon was busy taking a swig from their uh... well whatever it was they were drinking. All the mage could assume was that it was alcohol related, and hopefully not the kind that was meant for cleaning wounds. Theo wiped away the blood on his arm and side the best he could -he'd use his shirt but Elora was still wearing it- and went about bandaging himself up.

As he was working he heard Felicia make her joke about dying. "If anyone dies from malpractice, I call 'not it' on carrying their bodies." He responded, glancing up with a half smile. Unfortunately before the conversation could go anywhere the other mage -he wasn't sure what his name was- suddenly collapsed on the floor. Theo turned in surprise, intending to go and see what he could do to help, but was blocked as others rushed over to do the same thing. Well at least they had it covered, the guy woke up pretty quickly too, though he seemed unreasonably grouchy afterwards. It made Theo wonder what the other team had gone through. One of the other team, one Theo thought was a demon or perhaps part demon, had mentioned dealing with a banshee. It made sense they'd had to fight off some monster or other like his own team had done. Perhaps they'd run into traps as well.

Theo finished bandaging himself and returned the remainder of the roll to Qerres' first aid box. He then sat down against one of the pillars to take a breather. He was fit, but having to sprint up all t hose stairs only to be followed by that fight had seriosuly put his muscles to the test. His legs especially were sore, Theo massaged them the best he could but he had a feeling he wasn't going to be able to do another long sprint like that without them seizing up. Fighting shouldn't be a problem, short bursts of activity he thought he'd be able to deal with, but anything like those stairs again.. well hopefully not.

A short time later the part demon, the one that had mentioned the banshee, declared he was ready to go on. Another demon, Sanguine -ironically he recalled her name due to the 'red red' name-calling from the briefing- stood up from where they'd been petting a beastman-werewolf-wolf folk, Theo wasn't sure what the proper term was, and declared she too was ready to move on.

"Yeah, better not push this time limit too much. I'm read-" THUD. Theo was interrupted by the loud bang one could only associate with that of a very large weapon distantly hitting the stone floor. The mage scrambled to his feet and looked around the pillar to find the source of the spine-tingling sound to be an over-sized Minotaur stomping around in the distance. Well, 'stomping around' perhaps wasn't the most accurate, as the beast was preparing to charge at them in that way only an enraged bull could charge at something. Theo recoiled slightly as the monster let loose its moaning-roar, which echoed through the large chamber like an angry ghost's challenge. The part-demon reacted first- and charged straight at the Minotaur, which made Theo extraordinarily glad the guy had been on the other team to him. Who in their right mind would run straight at a charging minotaur?? Well as it turned out, Qerres would. She sprinted after the other demon just a moment later, apparently with a similar intent. Theo's initial reaction, which had been to blast his special exploding bullets at the beast while it was astill a good distance away, was no longer viable. If he had the experience he;d probably had been able to shoot between the two running demons to hit the beast, but Theo didn't want to risk it.

So he did the next best thing he could think of: provide cover. Swinging his arm in an arc, lobbing several balls of flame into the space between the two pillars between the group's resting spot and approaching monster. As the flames landed on the ground, they exploded upward into colossal spires of flame. Burning brightly, they blocked the path of the monster almost completely. Seeing through the mass of flame-pillars was near impossible, though if one stood still and looked carefully it could probably have been done. The flames were not hot, they were made for visual impediment and not for burning things. Anyone who had found themselves right in the path if the monster's charge would now have cover for getting out of the line of danger and behind one of the pillars. Qerres and the part-Demon were on the other side of the Pillars, having not wanting to try and interrupt their return-charge at the monster. Theo fully expected their attempt to end badly, whether they latched on and were ignored or, in Theo's mind more likely, simply overwhelmed and blown away by the bull monster's unparalleled strength. Either way the mage expected to see the monster charge blindly through his pillar-wall of flame as it tried to stop its own momentum, an ideal time for everyone who'd gotten safely behind the pillar to barrage the monster from either flank. He himself pulled out a few of his largest Steel spheres, morphed them so as to add a solid spike protruding from one end, and positioned himself behind the left pillar, ready to shoot the beast should it appear through the flames.

 

[Thatguynameded]

With his head on her lap, this was the most comfortable he had been for years, what made this made even more comfortable was the sudden scratching of his head. He wasn't sure why this felt good, but he could sleep for weeks if she continued to scratch. Then she stopped and mentioned being ready, Brass wasn't paying attention, he was busy enjoying his head scratching. He opened his eyes and looked at her giving an unintentional puppy eyes look with his ears straight up.
"Go now?", He takes a deep breath and exhales and slowly gets up, he didn't take a nap like he wanted but resting his body real quick would help at least.

With the first loud boom Brass jerked his head and body to the side in attack position, he could make out a large figure and as it got closer Brass could see it was a large beast, with horns, a weapon, and fur around its legs, and hooves?, Brass has not seen something so big with hooves before. Before It could do anything Brass put out his hand for sang to grab, "quick, big beast, must surround". As soon as she took his hand he lifted her on her feet and gave her a hand full of beef jerky sticks. "throw meat, throw things, distract". As soon as he said that Krill began to charge at the beast.

Brass uncharacteristically grunted, "lone wolf, bad for pack". Brass thought for a quick second and came up with a different plan. "red, must tell pack, surround, distract" He held out packs of his beef jerky sicks in one hand and rocks in the other. He put his stuff away and began to also run at the Minotaur following behind Krill and Q to tell them of the plan and play an early distraction. Brass ran besides Q and began to say "fight, pack distac-" and suddenly the room lit up with something bright, it was moving, it was a multitude of colors, he could not feel it but he knew what it was, no doubt in his mind. It was fire, and there was a lot of it, Brass made a strange sound, something full of fear and feral. His pupils dilated to the point his eyes were pitch black, all the fur on his body began to point up and his body began to arch up and stop dead in his tracks. His mind began to race.

Run, fight, help, run, pack, run, death, run, run, run. Brass immediately began to sprint away from the fire on all fours as fast as possible, his movement was spastic and quick. He no longer was an intelligent creature, but a wild beast depending on his nature of fight or flight to survive in the wild.

The beast ran.

It ran until it could not see the light of the flames.

The beast was tired and afraid.


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[Hanarei]

The young agent kept quiet as she simply observed the others in part of curiosity attempting to keep a bit more reserved. It seemed a little better given the bigger group to more see their interactions over trying to speak up much herself. She didn't think she was very good at being very uplifting at all. She witnessed the treatment of Theo. Even lacking medical knowledge she could tell from simple observation it was far from the most clean job. it wasn't as if she really though she could do much better, particularly if she had to use her actual feeble fingers to sew. She wasn't very nimble either.

The loud thud had caught her attention as he turned her head up. It didn't take long even with the low lighting to tell it wasn't something friendly. The red glow formed around her body as Felicia did what she was best at to quickly move up and away from the creature attempting to create both distance and height to keep her safe. There was no way she stood any chance of actually evading it if she had to rely on physically doing it herself. She stood ready glancing around uncertain if there was much she would be able to use as a projectile to throw at the creature. It seemed while she lacked much of an immediate reactions others were much more quickly to react. Theo's flames in particularly quickly flared up making her stare upon it. While it seemed a formatable obstacle to most typical people, a Minotaur was something she wasn't certain it would be enough to halt its attack.

Felicia suddenly had her attention shifted spotting Brass... running? The esper looked a bit surprised blinking seeing him quickly fleeing from her new vantage point. Panic? That seemed to be the emotion that it seemed to most reflect as he fled away moving apart from the group. She turned a bit in the air suddenly flying after him acting on a whim. Her mind fumbling for his name attempting to recall it.... Brass she believed was what she recalled him saying before. She hurried behind him having seperated from the group to give chase.

"Wait, Brass! It's dangerous to run off alone!" She spoke out uncertain what the correct response would be to tell someone who was panicking attempting to get his attention and stop his frantic fleeing before they went too far or stumbled into more danger.

Location: The Labyrinth Still
Mentioned:
Fable Thatguynameded

 

[Noble Scion]

Sang jolted at the sight of the beast, unprepared for its appearance as it stormed the room they were in. Her friend Brass bolted, and while she much wanted to do the same, she was able to wrangle herself into holding her ground, only hoping that the wolf-man didn't run so far off that they wouldn't be able to retrieve him, particularly considering she was beginning to grow fond of him, even if he did smell rather terrible.

Much like the other duo of demons, she was startlingly unsure of what to do, and defaulted to what she usually did. Charging forth after both Kirill and Querres, claws prepared to take a swipe, she did a similar manoeuvre to Kirill, electing slide on the ground for the line of attack. The difference being she went outside the beast's right leg and attempted to scratch the monster at its heel, just above the hoof, as hard as she could to hopefully inhibit its movement.

She'd barely managed to relax given she'd had brass lying on her legs during that brief tranquil moment, and all of a sudden it was straight back into the fray. She was beginning to regret taking this job, even if it was her only choice.
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[Fable]

Merged Group

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(Sorry it is short, but only a small amount of the team is engaging with the enemy at this point.)

Elora frowned in the direction of the charging minotaur, a frown which deepened as the team chaotically went to meet the beast by way of charging at him. "For fucks sake," Tristan swore out loud as he watched Kirill run off first. The minotaur's steps pounded against teh stone floor causing it to crack under the impact and weight, dust was kicked up as it ran forward towards the group. As Kirill charged at it, it did not swing the axe, it maneuvered it as it slid to a stop and used the large weapon to block Kirill's attack to its nether region which resulted in a loud clang sound to carry through the open space and echo back.

Qerres managed to get her hit to his gut, but all it elicited was an annoyed huff. Before it managed to strike at either of them, Theo's bright firey show grabbed its attention for a split second before it spotted Brass fleeing with Felicia's red glowing form pursuing the wolffolk. The minotaur was distracted just enough for Sang to slide past and then scratched the back leg above his hoof. This earned a angry snort as it raised its leg intending to stop down on the demoness.

"Stop the fire now," Elora ordered to Theo with a booming voice. "You've just visually separated the team! Tristan, since Felicia is chasing Brass and you're in worse shape than I you good with assisting Jasper?"

Tristan nodded towards Elora. He could fight, but Elora's words were true. "Don't get too crazy out there," was all he said to her before he went over to help Jasper get up and to move him behind the closest pillar and out of sight of the minotaur before Theo dropped the pillar of fire. "We're going to hide here for a bit and hope it doesn't smash into this particular pillar." Tristan stood with Jasper since they would have to move possibly again at some point, so sitting wasn't an option.

The minotaur's hoof stomps down, but misses Sang by few mere centimeters, the long fur from around the hoof brushed against her face. As it had missed it bellowed angrily and moved its axe to cleave 180° in front of it to try and cut down those around it.

 

[Xemanorth]

The half-demon's swift advance pulled to an abrupt stop as his gauntleted fist met with the blunt of the minotaur's weapon, while no doubt painful, the resulting clang that ensued felt much more so on account of Kirill's recent encounter with the banshee, rendering his offence ineffective and scrambled. Not seeing much in the way of options, Kirill figures he could at least try and return the favor, attempting to grab onto any part of the minotaur's weapon that he could get a hold of and didn't seem sharp. Not that it ended up mattering much as almost as soon as he managed to grab a hold of the thing, the minotaur proceeded to start swinging it. While the added heft might've hampered the start of the swing, Kirill was nonetheless fairly easily thrown off of the axe and into a nearby pillar.

Kirill's back connected with the wall in a low, meaty thud and shortly after his collision with it, gravity took hold and dragged him down onto the floor. His landing was far from graceful, as the half-demon fell onto his feet before promptly falling into a crumpled heap on the floor on his side. This would thankfully work in his favor as the half-demon was now flanking the minotaur and it's incoming swing, passed, thankfully, over his head. His plan hadn't changed, his focus was still on trying to sabotage the minotaur's balance as best he was able, however that was not an easy task to accomplish with the creature's size. He hoped that the minotaur's attention had left him after he was tossed aside like a sack of potatoes. Whether or not that proved to be the case didn't turn out to matter to him all that much as he tried to scramble up off the floor and make his way around behind the minotaur, trying to circle him with a wide berth as he tried to catch his breath, which had been knocked out of him during his meeting with the wall.

Should he be able to make his way around the minotaur, Kirill would take a short while to prepare himself both mentally and physically, taking in a deep breath and straightening out his back while his eyes darted over the minotaur's physical form, eventually settling on its legs, figuring that a direct attack at them would be his best bet at succeeding, or at least making some manner of progress regarding his goal. Not just any punch or kick would do the trick though he'd need to bring out the "big guns". Kirill wasn't known for his smart ideas, and one only had to figure that the splitting headache the banshee had left him with had only made things that much worse. Having settled on a plan of action, if one could call it that, the half-breed broke off into yet another sprint toward the minotaur, and like before, tried to put in as much speed and momentum behind the charge as he was physically able. The two primary differences of his approach this time were the fact that he was charging at the creature's back, rather than its front and that some distance away from the creature, he would push himself off the ground and into the air before turning his body parallel to the ground mid-air, his aim being to dropkick the minotaur in the back of its knee! Or the minotaur equivalent, rather.
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[Hanarei]

Felicia noticed that her words had gone unanswered as her furry ally continued to dart away. It seems her words did nothing to halt his fleeing as he was absorbed in getting away from the flame. It seemed much more out of instinct rather then rationality given his lack of response to her words. It would be a lot easier to stop someone from fleeing who was in panic. Her head turned back noticing the light lesson faster then the speed she was traveling would dictate, noticing as the flames were extinguished. It seemed more likely done to help ease the fleeing Brass though given the distance she wasn't able to hear anything to tell.

"The fire is gone, Brass." She spoke out firmly, not really able to emote enough to yell or show emphasis on her words. Her subdued nature while a benefit for keeping better control over her powers seemed to keep backfiring in some part she felt socially but seemingly also in time of need.

"Brass, stop!" She spoke up a bit louder as she attempting to become more vocal. It seemed clear her words wouldn't be enough to stop the wolf folk from his frantic escape at least till he was a good distance away by which time who knows what kind of danger they might run into. She glanced around spotting what appeared to be a decent sized piece of rubble ahead. It wasn't the most ideal thing but it would at least disrupt his path hopefully with the act of placing it down in front of him causing him to at least pause so she could attempt to reason with him. She floated forward lifting her hand to take better control lifting the long pillar finding it a bit heavy though nothing too daunting. She floated it ahead suddenly tipping it over letting it crash a safe distance in front of Brass making sure there was several feet between them to make up for a misjudgment in the speed he was moving.

"Brass! The fire is gone, you have to stop running before we stumble into another hazard." She spoke firmly as she levitated herself down closer to ground level behind him hoping to draw his attention and ease him from his panic before they got into more trouble.

Location: The Labyrinth Still
Mentioned:
Fable Thatguynameded

 

[DapperCat]

location: The Labyrinth
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Qerres cursed under her breath when her strong punch was met with naught but a huff. Her thoughts raced, trying to figure out her best options while keeping her eyes alert. She had her claws or her pistols. The brass knuckles weren't going to do her much good if her own already thick-skinned fists gained her nothing.

She didn't want to use her claws- truthfully she never did. It was an option only if other things failed. And so she performed a messy back-roll, swift enough but hardly on a gymnast's level. The Minotaur's attention was still at the other two Demons.

Q pulled one of the pistols out of its holster and began to reload it. It'd leave her open for attacks, but it seemed the Minotaur was still very much focused on the other two. From the corner of her eye, she spotted the big half-breed slam into a pillar. ...A good sound distraction, if anything.

She clicked the pistol back together and lifted it. The angry one was behind the Minotaur, the half-breed into the pillar. She had a free shot! And he was hard to miss. But who knew how thick that hide was. If only I felt confident enough to use a blade-, she pondered, but He did always say it was a waste of my genetics.

BANG! BANG!

Qerres fired two shots, one aiming for where she -thought- its heart would be, then one hoping to hit him in the neck.

 

[Morzone]

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Theo sighed, mentally at least. That had been some pretty pathetic teamwork on his part. This isn't training anymore, you're working with people you've never met before. Can't make assumptions. The mage berated himself. They didn't have a strategist to properly organize them after all, he needed to raise his awareness of the people around him. Or at least not immediately write them off when they were following a different train of thought than him. Geez, what if they actually had died or been put out of commission? His fire was just getting in the way right as it was, and the mistake could have made the entire mission much more difficult.

Speaking of which, he should probably remove the fire and actually see if the others were alive or not. Tristan and Jasper had just finished using the cover to get behind the pillar, so now was the time to get moving. Silently moving his arms the flame pillars rose up- climbing higher toward the distant ceiling. Simultaneously disconnecting from the floor below. As the flames moved it occurred to Theo that it kind of looked like the pillars had simply jumped into the air like bright red-yellow pogo-sticks. He smiled slightly at the notion.

Continuing upward the flames began to shrink, condensing each pillar toward their own singular point until instead of a ceiling of flames above the fight, there were instead 5 'suns' brightly illuminating the scene. Good, now everyone could see properly. The scene wasn't as bad as Theo had expect, thankfully. The part-demon guy had been thrown against a pillar but didn't seem in much of a predicament otherwise. The other two that had attacked were in more danger- Sanguine appeared to have just avoided being stepped on and Qerres seemed to have switched from trying physical attacks to some close-range pistol work. And then there were The wolf-folk and Felicia. The wolf folk appeared to be running? Why? Was it in fear? Had he been trying to lead the Minotaur away? Felicia was calling after him- something about the fire being gone. Great, now Theo had another thing to add to the list of mess-ups he'd just caused. If the wolf-folk guy had a fear of flames, they'd probably'd been placed into the other group purposely. He might not be able to use his pyromancy for the remainder of the mission. Something to worry about later.

Theo returned his gaze to the fight at hand. The Half-demon had made a comeback from his pillar-bashing and was attempting to kick the monster behind the knee. Qerres was taking shots with her pistol. What could Theo do? Shoot fire at it? The thing was definitely large enough to hit without burning his teammates. No wait- if he made more flames he might panic the Wolf-folk again. Plus Elora seemed about to join in the combat as well, better not to create more flames she'd have to try and work around. If not flames though, then what? He had his steel balls he could shoot, but that wouldn't be any different than Qerres' pistol at his current range. Surely he could do something more than act as a light source!

A lightbulb went off inside his head- Light! of course! He'd lit up the area so as not to blind his teammates with sudden darkness, but that wasn't the only way to blind someone. Theo watched the fight closely, making his move at random would only cause the monster to berserk, which would be dangerous. He needed the right moment. So he waited, waited until the Minotaur began to retaliate against the renewed attacks from the various demons around it. Just as the monster was about to move, in the little space between preparing an attack and unleashing it, Theo made his move. Flicking his hand downward, one of the five suns that had been hanging near the ceiling plummeted downward. It would hit the beast exactly where a monster 3-times larger than its opponents would least expect it: the top of the head. Straight down the orb moved until it plopped over the enemy's head like an over-sized biking helmet, engulfing everything above its shoulders in a painfully bright ball of yellow-white firelight.

 

[Noble Scion]

Sang's heart practically leapt from her mouth at the site of the mountain's foot slamming a millimetre away from her face. She immediately decided that staying next to the beast's feet was a terrible idea, and proceeded to hastily get onto her knees and launch herself towards the nearest pillar as the minotaur's axe sailed above her head, afterwards spending a small amount of time manoeuvring herself to the opposing side of the slab of rock to the monster, deciding that taking a moment to think up a new direction of attack might be wise in the comfort of safety.

One of the orbs that had been lighting up the area, presumably from one of their side, seemed to join the fray as it clasped itself around their enemy's head. Kirill was aiming for another attack on its back while it was distracted and Qerres was attempting some close-range shots with a gun, leaving her free to do as she pleased. Their attacks seemed to be a little counter-intuitive as if the thing was successfully knocked over, it was going to fall straight on top of the beloved moron demon that couldn't get her name right.

Brass was nowhere to be seen, and they appeared to be minus a human, seemingly gone after him.

Frankly, she wasn't very sure on what to do against something larger, faster, stronger, and perhaps just as angry as her, but it was probably better to do something in the face of fear than leave it to the others to cope with the problem. The only thing that seemed logical was to get the creature's attention away from where their friendly neighbourhood mages were gathered, but the thing was both blinded and was being shot from the front, and was about to be smacked on the back by someone that had already built up momentum. She pushed herself to her feet and decided to try her best to stop the thing from swinging the axe around any more.

Incredibly unsure of how to go about this task, she hoped that the creature definitely couldn't see through that orb of light and rushed for its arm, attempted to grab the weapon, and if successful, would put all her strength into pulling it out of the minotaur's hand.
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[Tarmagon]

Jasper didn't protest as Elora went about her rough stitching work, despite the damage she was inflicting on the delicate tattoo's around his eye. They were already damaged and useless, so she wasn't really making things worse in the short term, and he just had to hope that her work would minimize the inevitable scarring so he could reapply them at a future date. His breath hissed through his teeth as she worked, but that was it. When she had finished and moved to speak to Tristan, Jasper began to take stock of his condition, but his internal inspection was cut short by the rather pointed arrival of a tremendous Minotaur with what seemed to be a terrible attitude and an axe big enough that its attitude didn't really matter. And, rather predictably, chaos promptly ensued.

Kirill seemed to take exception to the Minotaur's approach and sped to meet it, making a truly impressive attempt to knacker the beast, only to meet with a rather pointed failure as the beast blocked the blow. Qerres and Sang raced to join the fray as well, only to be cut off as the other mage, Theo? hurled balls of fire that exploded into huge columns of flame, cutting off the view of the battle and the combatants from the rest of the team. A frantic scrambling noise brought his attention to Brass fleeing on all fours as fast as his legs would move, Felicia, the odd glowing girl, following after him. Then Elora was shouting orders and Tristan was helping Jasper hide behind a column, leaving the battle in Elora's control.

The distinctive sound of gunfire made Jasper flinch a bit, since he had no idea who was shooting and how good their aim was, but the most he could do was hope they didn't hit any team members. The lighting changed as Theo responded to Elora's orders, turning pillars of fire into balls high up in the air. Peeking around the corner, Jasper saw Qerres with her pistol drawn, presumably the source of the shots, Kirill barrelling towards the things back, looking like he was aiming to fold up one of its legs, Sang was trying to grab its axe, and Theo had dropped one of his light balls over its head. Jasper thought about pulling his own pistol, but he was only a passable shot, and he wasn't going to be firing anywhere near his fellow agents. Swearing under his breath, Jasper pulled the cover off of his jo staff's blade and contemplated it. He couldn't boost himself, but...

"Tristan," he said, holding out his staff, "Can you use this? I can enhance the edge of the blade to the point that it'll cut almost anything, but I'll have to stay in physical contact with you to do it. If the thing heads for us, step in front of me and swing for the fences. I don't trust myself to swing an enhanced edge, but I should be able to hang onto your belt and keep the edge powered."

Fable

 

[Fable]

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After the axe cleave in one direction the minotaur angrily stomped twice as it had missed hitting any targets. It's focus was on Kirill who had been the noisiest of the three around it. So its black eyes followed the half-demon as he tried to circle around him. It half-turned so it's side was present towards Kirill instead of its back, so when Kirill charged the minotaur turned quickly for its large size lifting it's large, thick leg and using it's hoof to try and kick the half-demon away.

This gave Qerres her opening for her shots though, the first hitting the near the middle of its back and mildly injuring it and the second sliding across the skin of its neck as it jerked in reaction to the first shot. The bullet didn't go into very deep thanks to the thick hide, but the bullet was irritating the monster as it was embedded into its back. Just as it turned to storm over to where Qerres was, Theo's orbs of light descended upon the minotaur. It hadn't moved out in time for the attack and soon it was roaring and flailing angrily, one hand clawing to try and remove the blinding light and the other wildly swinging the axes around it.

Sang was either very lucky or very skilled. She moved to disarm the minotaur and as it was only using one hand to control the axe, and with its current blinded state, with a weak grip. It would still take great effort to get the beast to release the axe, but Sang managed to do it. The axe went flying - SMACK - right into the pillar where Jasper and Tristan were tucked behind; debris flying everywhere and the pillar threatened to collapse. Of course, with no axe to hold and before Sang could get away, the minotaur flung its hand she was on and threw her far across the room.

Tristan was pulling Jasper to his feet and moving them away from the pillar to the next closest one that didn't threaten to crush them. Thankfully since the minotaur was blinded it wouldn't see this, but it was better not to be out in the open if the orbs poofed. When Jasper asked if Tristan could use his staff and mentioned having to remain in contact for whatever he was planning, Tristan shook his head. "No can do, never really bothered to train with that kind of weapon not to mention your current state it's probably a bad idea for you to do much of anything but shuffle around as needed. We're going to remain out of sight and leave it to the others, maybe offer some cover fire if needed here and there, though that honestly seems to just... piss it off more than anything."

Elora, who no one had been paying attention to, wasn't where she had been last seen. In fact, she was just gone without a trace. Then a lithe form covered in a shiny black exoskeleton from head to toe dropped from the ceiling with a strange furious scream that would send chills down most peoples spines. It landed on the shoulder of the minotaur and then stabbed and clawed sharp pointed fingers into the monster's flesh. It bit down with a maw full of pointed teeth and ripped out chunks of flesh in the process. The minotaur attempted to grab the creature assaulting it, but it climbed and jumped to other parts of its body and repeated its attack each time it dodged.

 

[baddervibes]

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Caddy's hand wobbled over his canteen: wondering if this was call for an emergency tactic. Though, to be fair, almost every hour in this labyrinth seemed to call for a last resort. Seeing the shots taken, the creature disarmed, and now being blinded by magic and ripped to shreds by Elora, Caddy was thinking that this fight was at least going better than anything else that has happened so far. His hand moves to his cross bow instead, loading a bolt and making his way around the creature. He could, if anything, grab a bite after the minotaur had taken some more damage. His fangs tingled at the thought.

Caddy fires about six shots at the minotaur: aiming towards the lower half in hopes of both immobilizing it and not risking a hit on Elora. Circling around the room leads Caddy to where Sang had been flung and, after firing his last shot, offers her a hand back up to her feet.
"You okay, Princess?" Caddy asks, extending his free hand while his other kept a steady aim at the beast. He doesn't even let her reply as he continues,
"Great job, by the way." He says sincerely, jiggling his cross bow at the axe now stuck in the crumbling pillar opposite of them.
"Motherfucker can really do without using that. It's also gonna be wicked fun to play fetch with Brass if, you know, we all survive this."

 

[June Verles]

Trotting slightly behind everyone else the centaur would sport a tired expression, exhausted after that encounter and due to having to carry all of the supplies. Sitting down she would begin untying the straps that held the bags with the aforementioned bane of her existence, what was even the purpose of hauling all of it with them, it was basically useless unless in the very probable chance that they would be stuck here for multiple days, waste of company funds.

With the heavy load now off her shoulders, her horse ones that is, she managed to listen to the wolfkyn's story where all she managed to understand is that they really care about mating, giving her a confidence boost about her own mythological heritage, them being of descendants of a guy having intercourse with a cloud in the image of Hera and all.

As she started thinking about the illustrious and dignified nature of greek mythology it seems like her thoughts attracted a character from those set of myths, namely a huge minotaur which was a bit overwhelming for the Centaur at first.

Staring at the creature with a confused, angry and befuddled frown. Now out of all places they throw something she actually knows about and it's the Minotaur, well a minotaur, since the actual minotaur got killed by Theseus. Luckily for the rest of her team she finally got up, managing to tell herself that she'll process the information later after making sure they don't end up being eaten alive.

Picking up her two swords she would connect them at the hilt, making it a sort of dual bladed pole arm. However unexpectedly she wouldn't use the weapon to get into melee range with the beast, no that'd be stupid, after all she just saw it shrug off gun shots.

Luckily being a huntress she was thought about hunting beasts and being the daughter of the chieftain she was also taught Euclidian mathematics, something she later supplemented with modern knowledge. So it was easy for her to figure out that she couldn't generate enough force to harm it in a major way with slashes alone, but it was damaged by gun fire, so she was able to deduce that if she could just throw a projectile somewhere the thing lacked any bones to get in the way of making damage, like the stomach for example, with more force than a pistol shot than it would be fine. Something that she could have done a lot easier if she just had a gun, but the swiss authorities couldn't give her a permit on the account of not being able to perform a background check on a secluded magically hidden Centaur village.

So starting to gallop towards the beast she would lift the spear above her head, before transferring all that running momentum into the spear as she threw it with the intention of it hitting somewhere in the minotaur's guts.

 

[Tarmagon]

Before Tristan could properly frame a reply to Jasper's question their conversation was interrupted by the minotaur's axe making rather violent contact with the pillar they were currently sheltering behind, doing rather abrupt things to said pillar's structural integrity. Tristan half pulled, half carried Jasper to another pillar, one which didn't threaten to collapse at any second and they sheltered behind it. Tristan's negative reply in his ability to swing a staff put an end to any idea of Jasper's ability to meaningfully contribute to this particular fight, since there was no way in hell he was going to try and shoot in his... what in the hells?

"Tristan?" Jasper asked, his voice oddly calm considering their current situation. "Where in all the nether hells did the Venom wannabe who's obviously got the attitude of a wolverine high on Angel Dust come from?"

Before Tristan could answer, a thunder of hooves called Jasper's attention to the charging centauress. She was wielding some kind of strange bladed weapon, that she hurled with all her strength at the minotaur. The centaur! She had to know how to use a staff. What was her name? Cel...?

"Celena!" Jasper shouted as the weapon left her hands. "Over here! I have an idea!"

Fable , June Verles

 

[Xemanorth]

Kirill was already flying toward the minotaur before he realized its exact course of action, leaving him a fraction of a second to ponder and curse his own life choices before the hoof of the minotaur came crashing into his armored gut, sending him right back into the wall he'd hit mere moments earlier. Kirill careened through the air and his back connected into the wall with another loud, meaty thud. Thankfully, he was wearing a protective vest, however that alone could not hope to even begin to protect the half-breed from the damage incurred. Due to the awkward angle, he was unable to catch himself this time as he fell to the floor once more, this time only having one arm and a leg to catch himself with, which he managed as best he could, meaning he just sort of fell straight down onto his side with another loud thud to follow the first. Pain surged through the entirety of Kirill's form, though most of it was in the form of a strange stinging warmth around his ribcage. Frankly, it was excrutiating, however, there was a silver lining to all this. Where the alcohol and feigned ignorance to his earlier dream or vision had failed, the pain coursing through his body more than succeeded in centering his mind and bringing reality to the forefront once more.

"Dumb, god-damn son-of-a-bitch-I'm uncultured goin' to get its ass kicked..." The half-demon breathlessly uttered as he scrambled up to a kneel. He tried to push himself back up to a stand, his plan being to offer some manner of counter-attack almost instantly, however, his body was quick to remind him that he had just gotten the shit kicked out of him. Not literally, thankfully, well, at least not yet. The surging pain and stiffness wracking his torso forced the injured Kirill back into another kneel as he struggled to catch his breath. "Okay, maybe take five..." He added, his gaze growing half-lidded before shutting for a short while, only to snap back open in a flurry of blinks, bouncing between his allies and the minotaur in front of him while occasionally falling to the stone floor beneath. The half-demon took a sharp breath, struggling to focus as his senses tuned back into his surroundings. It was clear to most anyone that he'd grown quite disoriented by this point, on account of the repeated head injuries as well as on account of having the air knocked out of him not once but twice in such a short amount of time. Instead of steadying himself, Kirill fell further to the floor before managing to catch himself with his elbow, the image of the floor beneath him as well as the bloodied, bandage-covered stump on his hand being the two foremost images in his rapidly deteorirating consciousness. That and the abrupt splatter of blood that the former was painted with, following a hacking cough from the half-demon.

The burly half-demon continues to stare at the floor, shaking his head in a vain attempt to gain some semblance of consciousness. His breathing grows shallow, then heavy and his head remains bowed, his curled back rising and falling in tandem with his ragged breaths. The last thing Kirill recalls seeing is the gaps within the stone floor beneath him being filled with his blood. The half-demon grits his teeth and the veins on his neck are pulled taut as he takes a last sharp, hissing breath of air and then... he pushes himself back up. Anyone aware of his power or condition, depending on how one saw it would likely very quickly catch onto what exactly was going on. There was an abrupt shift in the half-breed's behavior and stature that made it clear to most anyone that he was no longer fighting for the sake of sport or for the mission, but for survival. Kirill's glazed over glare shifts between his injuries and the largest thing in his immediate vicinity, which lucky for his team happens to be the minotaur that had been running rampant for a small while now and with a feral, bloodcurdling roar loud enough to match the minotaur's he announces his return to the fight.

His attention focuses yet again on the minotaur, and his plan of attack remains as direct, if not even more-so than before. The half-demon breaks into a swift charge toward the towering creature, even faster than before, each stomping step forward kicking dust off the floor, threatening to break through the stone on account of the sheer weight and force behind them. He then, yet again, leaps into the air, his goal this time being to leap directly at the minotaur's face in an attempt to latch onto its horns. Should Kirill by some manner of miracle, manage to accomplish the feat of leaping through the air and grabbing onto the minotaur's horns, he'd use them to hold on before pressing his feet into its chest and or abdomen for support. Seeing as both of his fists would be occupied and his legs were used for support, the only thing the half-orc in his addled mind would manage to come up with as a plan of attack would be to headbutt the minotaur, repeatedly, time and time again.
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[Morzone]

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Theo instinctively ducked as the Minotaur's axe came flying, smashing and sending bits of pillar in all directions. He hadn't been behind the same Pillar as Tristan, but he had been too close for his comfort. The mage moved toward a nearby pillar, one slightly closer to the fight than the one Tristan and the other guy were now hiding behind, but still a comfortable range for non-melee magic attacks.

Looking forward once again, Theo reassessed the situation. Thanks to Sanguine's efforts the Minotaur was now weaponless. The monster was surrounded by three fighters on the ground, four if you included the centaur's charge into the fray. Elora was dancing around doing damage to its upper body. His own spell was keeping it blind to its surroundings, and its hands were busy trying to locate and fight off Elora. This meant as long as Elora kept up their current assault, the only major danger to the ground fighters would be the monster's large hooves. Of course it could flail blindly if they attacked, but given its current disabilities such a thing shouldn't be for fighters like them to avoid.

Theo's options weren't many, but that made it easier. Fire was out of the question from this distance, especially with Elora clambering over the monster's body. Her position did leave him with a choie though. If he were to drop his blinding orb Elora would be able to attack its head, which if they were lucky could end this fight a lot faster than wearing it down otherwise. However such a thing would entail giving it its sight back, which could prove fatal to those close at hand. Though... his orb was very bright, it should be leaving quite the imprint on the beast's retinas. It would take several seconds for that to wear off, but could he risk it? Even if it was still partially blinded, being able to see blurred movement was still better for it than not seeing at all.

He wouldn't take t he risk, not yet at any rate, but he could compromise slightly. He let two of his suns that had remained by the ceiling fade out so as to improve his concentration. That left three total, 2 above and one on the monster. His eyes strained to watch and predict the Minotaur's movements, Theo decreased the size of his orb by the slightest amount - Just enough to leave the beast's neck exposed. Hopefully there wouldn't be any more flying objects coming his way, or Theo had a feeling he might lose the concentration needed to keep the monster blinded with the smaller orb. But hey, maybe he'd be lucky instead, after all if the beast kept pulling its head out only to get orbed again he might as well be strobe lighting its eyes point blank. The mere thought made Theo's brain hurt.

 

[Thatguynameded]

Continuously running he could hear a voice follow behind him, his mind has gone full primal and assumed that a larger predator had discovered him in his moment of weakness and chased him. Looking back he seen a small figure floating behind him and as he noticed the figure was smaller than him he slams into a wall knocking the wind out of him. Brass falls onto his back and scrambles to get up to place his back against the fallen pillar. Brass thought for a second, he didn't notice the pillar was there before, he dint hear it fall either. Slowly the more he thought about the pillar the more he came to his senses. Then he notices the flame pillars became balls of light in the roof like a sun. His mind became calm but his body was still tense, hair standing, eyes dilated. The girl floats down and brass recognizes the her from the other team and it began to slowly come back to him. The beast! the team! the mission!

He shakes his head and in a very harsh growling tone "thank, we go back, help". On all fours he began to speed walk for his teammate to follow. He would begin to sprint as soon as his teammate follows. He had no plan but to slash at the soft spots around the beast legs with his knife. He would come back to his team looking feral but fully in control of what he is doing.

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[Hanarei]

Felicia was a bit on guard, not sure if Brass might lash out at her. She doubted he would go that far but it still was something she worried about a bit if her attempt to try and ease him down didn't end up working. It was always good to approach a situation with some caution. From what she seen it seemed as if he was calming down a bit... if looking a little tense though given their situation it was hard to tell if it was lingering panic or just being alert with a fight going on. She was far from an expert on his kind to really know how to judge his behavior. It seemed safe to suspect at the very least he wasn't in flight mode.

His voice only seemed to confirm it further. At the very least he was able to speak clearly, his instincts not seeming to take hold of his actions... at least to the point of acting irrationally in response. So long as more fire wasn't thrown hopefully that wouldn't be something they would have to worry about again. She could only wonder why he held such a fear for it. She turned her head watching as walked quickly forward on all fours heading back towards the team. Felicia floated back up in the air getting less height then before before floating forward heading towards Brass. She watched as he picked up the pace doing the same floating herself forward faster to match his speed keeping a short distance behind him. It was better if she took the rear.

"Yes... be careful... we haven't seen what the creature is capable of. If we can try and sneak back in we might be able to find a way to catch it by surprise perhaps." She spoke seeming to take heed to her own words lowering herself closer to the ground attempting to be a bit more subtle staying a little further back from Brass. She wasn't really certain how much of a 'sneak attack' they would be able to do, the place wasn't exactly the most generous with providing alternate angles to approach from. Still if they could sneak in they could at least observe what was going on before reacting. They had missed a lot of the fight and what the creature was doing to retaliate against their companions. Minotaur were something she read about but who knew just what exactly one would be like in a place like this seemingly out to kill you around every turn.

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Ugh- she'd never been good with ranged weaponry. Or anything ranged, really. But so far her brute force had proven useless the entire day... night? Week? She didn't even know how much time had passed.

She began to reload the small pistol. Clicking the thing back into place, she was just in time to lift her gaze and see a lot of things happen in quick succession. The half-breed was once more smashed into a pillar, bright lights, Red Red fleeting around the big thing, flying axe.

At first she lifted her pistol again, hoping to try and aim for the thing's head, only for the big half-breed suddenly jumping for it. Wait... what? In a matter of perhaps a minute he'd gone from being smacked into a pillar twice, to seemingly near passing out, to this.

"Oi! If y' badly injured, y'should actually -stay- and sit!" she yelled, knowing full well she was beyond hypocritical in that regard. Nothing ever stopped her from going on with a battle.

More people surrounded the Minotaur, leaving Qerres a little unsure of what to do. Her raw force hadn't done anything, the bullet seemed to only irritate it. All she had was her strength. Perhaps it was time for dirty fighting. She shrugged. It was a likely failure, or wouldn't do too much but perhaps immobilize the fucker a little- but she was already bored. And she felt useless.

"Fuck it."

The demon's fingers slipped into one of the many pockets of her cargo pants. She aimed to run toward the Minotaur, hopefully distracted by everyone else currently smashing in on it. She usually went for the eyes, but with the half-breed on top of that she couldn't reach it. Second best would be between the legs. Q tried to get in close, hoping hooves didn't come flying her way, before aiming to pull away whatever the big enemy was wearing - if anything - and toss a big handful of an annoying mixture of salt and sand down to its crown jewels.

"Somethin' somethin' witty somethin' fuck you!"