Halo looks at John and smiles softly, "I can use a cloak." He says quietly. He smiles softly and places a hand on John's forehead. "There. You appear normal to me and yourself, but that's it." He says gently. He smiles. "You can feel pain, but you won't die. You can fight, pluck a feather from your wings and will it to be a weapon."
John looked at one of his wings, then hesitantly plucked a feather. It turned into a long dagger. John finally nodded, “Alright. I’m ready.” A scream came from the other side of the camp, which made John flinch. What’s happening? He grabbed Halo’s hand, then started making his way toward the other side of the camp. So many people… His comrades were fighting, but there were so many bodies already. Who is attacking?
Halo follows after his eyes dark. He was nervous, but he felt a strength run through him. He was with John and they were side by side. There was no way to be sure what was happening but he was ready to fight and stand by John's side. He wasn't losing John a second time.
John looked at Halo once before entering the battle. It didn’t take long for a sword to be swung near John’s face, but he evaded it to be faced by a woman who- Wait, wasn’t she a prisoner of the war? “The enemy is revolting!” John shouted to Halo as he started taking on three at once. Why are there so many of them…? How are they so strong?
Halo's eyes narrow. He wasn't a healer any more. He was a killer now. His crimson eyes narrow. "Doesn't matter." He growls. "Get to your people, heal them. I'll take care of the prisoners. Be safe John. Just raise your hand to the wounds and it will heal." He says, kissing the other. "You won't die, just feel pain."
John nodded, then ducked around for an injured guy on the ground. The was so much blood… It took him a second to realize it was Brennan, with a knife wound in his back. John paled, quickly putting his hands over the wound. Brennan groaned into the ground as the wound began knitting itself back together, “The man… Ojag…”
“It’s alright Brennan. I want you to get out of here, okay?” Brennan looked up blearily at John, mumbling something about being dead, but John was already heaving the man upwards and guiding him out of the battle. Then John went back to help another, and another…
Halo's feathers elongated into a huge scythe. He chuckles darkly as he walks towards the prisoners. His crimson eyes hypnotized many, making it easier to strike down the attacking force. He was doused in blood but he didn't care. Nothing was going to stop him. Nothing. He had John and no one was going to separate them again. He was done with people trying to hurt the people he cared about. He attacks with no mercy, only hunger for blood.
Cries sounded, blood splattered, and many, many people died. Ojag frowned, killing a few more of the enemy and blood splattered on his face. He had been counting on Halo being restrained, but it was only a minor set back. Although, he needed the second wave early. Ojag blew his whistle, and another wave of his people came running out of the trees to cause more chaos. Catching the camp unprepared had been a good idea. They had no one to lead them, and the bulk of them didn’t attack at once. Ojag cut down a few more men, grinning at how disorganized they were. He saw one man just leaning over an injured, and decided to charge.
John worked on healing more of his friends, trying his best to avoid a fighting encounter. A man charged him as he hovered over one of his comrades, slicing his arm open with maniac laughter. The pain took him by surprise, and he fell back. The man swung at his face, but stopped just short, as if realizing who he was fighting. John took to moment to swing his own dagger, but the man parred it easily, then started attacking more aggressively. John yelped when one slash cut grazed his cheek, a sudden fear taking hold of him despite how he couldn’t die.
Halo heard John cry out, killing another victim. His bloodlust was high and he smelled the blood of the man responsible for this chaos. His huge wings spread, flying over the crowd, killing the enemy left and right, letting out a blood curdling scream before attacking the man attacking John. He throws the man a fair distance, hefting his scythe. "Shouldn't have messed with them, Ojag." He growls. "Especially not the love of my life. You'll die for that and burn in the depths of hell." He growls, "Fight."
Ojag’s eyes bulged with anger, but he was not idiotic. Rather, he was more of a coward, and he got up, turned, and ran shouting, “Rtaret, Rtaret!” Retreat, Retreat. John’s eyes widened as the prisoners of war made their last kills, then started to flea. Ojag became tactically lost within the crowd, and John focused is attention back to Halo, his breath catching in his throat. So much blood on him…
Halo straightens, his eyes dark as he watches them his scythe disappearing. He was bloodied and he hungered for more blood. He was angry. They had hurt his lover, and they had hurt so many. "Cowards." He growls under his breath. He turns towards John. His eyes turned concerned and he looks at the other. "Are you okay? Nothing major?" He asks gently, taking Johns face into his hands, his eyes filled with concern.
“Yes, I’m fine,” John fibbed -his arm hurt extremly- but that wasn’t important. Worry filled his eyes as he examined Halo’s bloodied form, “Are you alright? Halo…” John was worried -borderline afraid- for Halo. He looked so different from before John’s death…
Halo looks down at his bloodied self. "I'm fine." He replies, shrugging a little. He takes John's arm into his hand, "That looks deep." He says softly, kissing above the wound gently. "Let's get you taken care of." He says gently, kissing the other gently. He was ashamed of his new appearance, but it was his new look.
John leaned into the kiss, savoring the feeling that he’d always taken for granted. “Alright…” John mumbled, yet a hint of worry still held in his eyes. He started to take a step off the bloodied area, but then a shout of surprise came from someone behind. Just like that, people were swarming near him, all of them talking at once and questioning how on earth he was alive and- John shrunk slightly where he was, trying to stay near Halo. He felt too shy -these were his friends- but… If they found out what happened…
Halo kisses back, holding the others cheek gently. He smiles softly, holding the other in a gentle grip. Halo watches them crowd around him. He spreads his wings, making a lot of them back up. "Enough." He growls. "Enough." His crimson gaze makes many fidget and back away. His eyes are dark, feeling a protective of John. "I know you're all happy to see him, but you need to calm down." He growls.
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The crowd calmed down, but it still seemed like they were all holding their breath. John was so grateful for Halo being there, right now he just wanted to take a bath and curl up somewhere quiet. But then Brennan made his way through the crowd, eyes meeting John but he didn’t get to close as he asked, “John? Is that really you?”
John slowly took a breath, then answered, “Yes. I’m alive,” He took a pause, trying to gather words to say to the crowd, “We fought well today. But we have many to mourn. But the enemy has dissipated, and we can finally rest,” John’s eyes found Brennan’s, and he asked more quieter, “Can you handle this for now?” Brennan, though with wide, still-shocked eyes, nodded reluctantly, then started directing the crowd away to help clean up the blood stained field. John looked back to Halo, whispering quietly, “Thank you…”
Halo watches the interaction, his eyes dark. He just stood there, but he lowered his wings. He was still blood covered and battle worn, but he stood there still. As John conversed with his men Halo looked around, his eyes wandering the people. He takes a breath as they start to leave and smiles softly at John, hugging him. "Whatever for?" He asks gently.
“For being here,” John murmured quietly, closing his eyes for a second and leaning closer to Halo, blood and all. He glanced at his own arm and asked, “Can I heal myself?” John needed to get it cleaned up. A bath sounded nice, or maybe just some sleep.
Halo nods, "Of course, John." He whispers softly. He holds the other, never willing to let him go. He kisses his cheek before looking at the wound. "Yes. It takes a lot of energy though." He says, shrugging a little as he holds John. He loved the other so much, and he was beyond relief that his lover was alive and with him. "We'll relax and try to heal. I know you must be exhausted."
“I am…” John affirmed tiredly, putting half his weight into Halo and closing his eyes again, “We should get to my tent… If it’s still up, there might be a barrel of water in there.” John rested his head on the other’s shoulder, sapping off Halo’s heat. He was just so tired now that it was all over and the adrenaline rush was gone.
He smiles as he gently holds the other. He runs a hand through John's hair lovingly before walking them towards his tent, humming softly as he does so. He takes a deep breath, humming softly as he does so. He was ready for a nice long nap and some water. He looks down at John. "Let's get you to bed so you can rest, baby." He says gently.
“Alright, are you sure my arm will be okay enough?” John mumbled, opening the flap to his tent once they got there. Nothing had been touched, thankfully, and there was even still a container of clean water in the corner. His bed, which was still unmade from the last time he occupied it, looked more enticing to longer he stared at it.
Halo nods, "You'll be fine." Halo helped him into the tent, looking around. He looks at the spot where John had died in his arms, there was still a little red. He takes a breath before helping him to the bed and helping him get comfortable. "Here you go babe." He walks towards the water, grabbing it before returning to John's side. "I'm so sorry." He whispers to the other.
John was so relieved to get into the bed, just to lay down after today, “Why are you sorry?” John asked softly, lifting up his good arm to cup Halo’s cheek. He loved him. John loved Halo being there, he loved being together with him. John had been so lucky to stumble into the woods that day. It felt so long ago.
Halo sighs, running a hand along John's knuckles, holding his hand to his cheek. "I didn't do my jog, John. You died…" He whispers, looking at the other with complete guilt in his crimson eyes. He smiles weakly as he sat beside the other. "I love you, John. I'm so sorry I failed you…" He whispers.