"One of you must die before sunrise or we'll be punished, it's as simple as that…now hold still…maybe this won't hurt…as much as my death did that is." He turned fully to her voice and took a sideways swing at Dare. His lack of sight turned out not to be such a problem for him.
Dare held up her shield and the blow crashed against it with a loud metal clang, sending a vibration up through her shoulder. She wondered what material his weapon was made out of to produce an almost beautiful echo, as it didn’t sound like any material on Earth. She turned and ran, sprinting as fast as she possibly could and zigzagging back and forth so her pursuer would have a harder time following her.
there was a frustrated huff from behind her and Dare was soon finding it hard to walk without tripping up
Dare tripped again, this time her momentum causing her to skid several feet in the chilling snow. She tried to push herself to her feet, but it was like something was stopping her from moving. She brought her shield up to protect her head and neck from whatever blows might come her way.
"Flight won't save you…fight is the only option in this game." he growled, the jagged metal shifting to razor wire around the bat as it skidded across the surface of her silver protection. There were slimy vines wrapping around her feet
Back at camp after showing Yumi some patterns on the cube he showed her Tempest felt…something was off in the back of his mind
“Sword!” Dare called after deflecting the blow, hacking away at the vines around her feet. She held up her weapon and took a big, heaving breath. “You want a fight?” she called, tired of running. “I’ll give you one.” Dare rushed forward and swung at the creature’s neck with her blade.
The blade sunk into his neck, a grin broke across his face "Oh that hurts…good…my name is Patches and you…well I'm happy you realize that running will only delay what will happen." With that with her blade stuck in his now bleeding neck he took a single hand swing with his weapon at her left leg.
Dare gasped in shock as the creature—Patches, she now knew—continued to speak to her even with her sword gouged in its throat. Patches had said that it was dead, earlier, she remembered, so perhaps wounds to its body did not affect it as they did the living. Caught up in her thoughts, she shrieked in pain as Patches’s bat sliced into her thigh, stumbling backwards and trying to stem the flow of blood with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.
He put a hand to his open gaping wound, spraying a ink like substance onto the innocent white snow. He brought the bat to his face and licked at her blood.
Tempest's head shot up as he heard a scream. "Dare?!" he shouted, suddenly panicked (I'll wait for our other part of the trio to post next)
while the jester was looking around, Johnny sneaked away without him noticing. he kept the knife from the tree. this should be useful
“Gross,” Dare choked out as Patches licked at the streaks of blood on its bat. Perhaps it needed blood as some sort of life source? Or maybe it just wanted to freak her out. She collapsed at the base of a nearby tree, feebly grabbing a fallen branch and waving it at the creature. “Leave me alone,” she hissed. “There are at least seven others in this forest. Go hunt one of them.”
( @ShadowWolf13 you need to write that if you want a chance of that happening)
(alright just waiting for @Mood-Swings-Xcnx4 before continuing)
(Sorry, fixed it)
( @Aesthetic-FREAKz ? Hybrid, I'm not sure you responded, but you're fine. You do enough already planning everything [or mostly everything] out.)
(Ack sorry, feel free to go without me.)
Oliver looked around, wondering where the other people were. His wings were curled up, behind his back. He didn’t see anything move, but that could just be him. He turned his head back, listening in on their conversations again.
(Sorry I was really busy T.T)
Yumi rushed over, she seemed to be crying a bit. “What’s wrong Temptest?”
Yumi heard the scream, it trickled down her throat, it felt unpleasant and rough. “Oh no…”
Yumi’s tears grew bigger, she bit her lip, trying not to let them go. “I-I should have went with her…”
(still gonna wait for @Mood-Swings-Xcnx4 for the the Temp Dare Yumi trio but I'll continue the other storylines)
Jester looked back to where his prey was but let out a loud angry screech "GET BACK HERE WE'LL ALL BE PUNISHED IF ONE DOESN'T DIE!"
Ember looked to Oliver and gently asked "Do you need anything to help?"
(I replied oof)
Tempest took Yumi's hand without a word and started to run to around the area the scream had come from, soon approaching close "Shit is that Patches. He's no joke." Tempest muttered, pulling his pendant from his neck
"Now now," Patches started "You don't want this to hurt anymore than it should" He smiled, taking another step and raised his jagged bat
“No, I do not,” Dare agreed tensely, loosening her grip on the branch and letting it fall out of her fingers. “But after this, if I was like you, nothing would hurt all that much, correct? How do I do… that?” While she was talking, she stretched out her hand to grab her sword, which had fallen out of its neck just a few feet away. Just a few more seconds and she would have it…
"It…dulls pain…magic still causes moderate pain." He paused just a little. "I would have to bring your body to my lord…to revive you in the way I have been…" Patches' head tilted a bit "You wish to be with us?"
“Better than being a corpse,” Dare said, exhausted, her arms now limp at her sides. Her sword was too far away for her to reach, and unless her companions intervened, she was a goner. “I have no other choice. Is there anything I need to do first?”
Tempest had been watching the whole thing and when Patches raised his bat higher above his head Tempest shot a bolt of electricity at him, hitting him in the chest, knocking him back, onto his back. Tempest growled out loud and close the distance as Patches got back to his feet "I'll take care of this monster. Keep Yumi safe please." Temp begged, yelping a bit as the razor wire slashed at his sword arm. He kicked out at Patches and tried his best to keep his focus away from his friends.
Dare scrambled to her feet. They’re here… why are they here? She really had thought her plan would work, separating herself from the group to become a target and testing the abilities of the shadows to see if it was worth it to become one. Ah well, two steps forward, one step back, right? She grabbed her sword and limped over to Yumi, her weapon held at the ready.
"Don't you ever touch them again!" he shouted, his protective side fully out now as he takes wild swipes at the Patches, tanking any lacerations or cuts Patches gave him, his eyes turned a pale orange as he pounced onto Patches and latched his jaw around the throat of the monster, giving one yank, causing Patches to fall limp. Tempest rolled off of him and tried to spit as much of the ink blood from his mouth as possible. He ignored the many stinging injuries across his upper body, for there was not time to deal with that.
“Tempest, are you okay?” Dare called, stumbling towards him as fast as she was able. Rats. Well, there had to be more of them out here, right? She could bide her time with Patches out of commission. ”I’m so sorry,” she said quietly.
He was on his knees coughing and spitting out black matter "Oh my God that's so gross!" It seemed he was more concerned about the taste than his blood loss, he then looked to Dare's ankle "Shit you're limping…and bleeding!" he let out a whine as he saw her own blood run from her wound. "Sit down we need to stop it. Patches will be down for a while don't worry."
“It’s fine, I’m more concerned about you,” Dare said dismissively, though there was an edge of pain in her voice. She collapsed to the ground, still holding on tightly to her wound. “What happens if you eat the black stuff?” Dare asked, trying to conceal her curiosity.
"You'll get sick if you haven't done it before…sometimes it'll straight up infect and turn weaker people…don't worry I'll just feel a bit off for a while. He tore a bit off his jeans with Dare's tool as he muttered "scissors" and then took her hand away from the wound and tightly wrapped it with a homemade turacit around her ankle