Blood cakes the side of his face, but still, he fights. His legs are shaking, about to give out, but his jaw is set. Lloyd stands before the giant head of the mother, swords crossed. Her arms are loosely curled in front of her like she had been trying to protect herself. “Why aren’t you running?!” She can’t possibly be worth their lives not when she couldn’t even do her part to save them. Zelos runs in, holding his sword out above the both of them after Genis falls. “Please! You have to stop this! You have to run!” Ribbons of the back of Genis’ pale blue shirt flay with specks of angry, angry red.Ĭolette screams. “Stop it!” she cries the same instant Genis does when the remaining baby leaps and kicks out his feet. She wishes she could palm away her tears, but her hands refuse to move. Colette wishes she could wipe at her own face. Both swords held out before him, he spins for the mother’s head, calling Sheena’s name. Lloyd kills the hatchmate with a quick scissor of his blades. “Stop it!” Colette wants them to understand. Her feet kick up into pink gums, lodged in the uneven valley between two yellowing fangs, as she keeps the giant mouth pried open from closing around her. Sheena, who is caught on her back underneath the mother’s teeth. The shadow of the flying dragon falls over them both, claws first.Ĭolette screams her voice overlaps Sheena’s. Her hands glow, the name of healing spells tumbling from her lips. Presea dashes to cover Regal as Raine pulls up behind her, dropping to her knees.
His leg is bent in a way it shouldn’t be he has collapsed to the stone and still, Colette can do nothing. The other baby leaps into the air, leaving underneath him the shuddering form of Regal. He rises to his feet again, but his knees threaten to buckle. There’s a dark line of red dripping down Lloyd’s chin. Lloyd, who is foolhardy and taking on the hatchmate alone and barely fast enough to stay ahead of its claws.Ī claw catches one of his ribbons and yanks and like a ragdoll, jerked by his neck, Lloyd spills onto his back on the stone. Raine’s voice floods over them as she casts her healing magic, but her eyes aren’t on Lloyd. She can’t move when Regal’s arm and chest have deep rivers of crimson spilling down his white shirt from pushing the girl out of the way just in time. She can’t move as she watches the mother’s teeth nearly pierce Presea in half. His webbed wing smacks into Lloyd and Colette shouts and can do nothing. The dragon crashes to the rocky ground hard on his jaw and Sheena cheers, “All right!” but the dragon’s hatchmate is there just as quickly. The first spiraling Photon Tempest Lloyd and Raine throw at one of the babies seems to work. His feet are planted into the glowing stone underneath his shoes as he throws spell after vicious spell into the fray. Raine is at their backs, Genis behind her. Regal, Lloyd, and Presea are the forerunners as they always are. “You guys!” she screams from her cage of spinning light. Sweat beads along his wrapped brow and Colette knows the shake in his arms is from more than just fear.Ĭolette has never before been so terrified and unable to do anything about it. Why did they not listen to her? Why are they not running?Ĭolette wishes they would take after Zelos, who had said he would “pass on dying, thanks,” and now hangs back, only striking out when an opportunity presents itself–a flank is left exposed or a leg is unguarded by a barbed tail–and then disengaging just as fast in an effort to avoid provoking the mother dragon. She can’t merge with Martel,” Rodyle had chided and his laugh rings in her ears. The probability of successful evasion on this small platform is one percent.” Excels at the pursuit and capture of prey. Isn’t that its boon? And while there is fear in being hunted, it is some other, deeper horror entirely to watch those you love become prey.Īs they drew near, mere angular shadows circling high above, Presea had described the winged dragons herself in her toneless drawl: “Carnivorous. There’s a reason people have voices: because time and matter thought it necessary that space should be given for sound. With stained teeth, fear sinks into bones. which means there’s on 11 more to go? canNOT BELIEVEĪnyway, i hope u enjoy my latest tragedy, also known as: “What if the mission to rescue Colette when Rodyle sics his winged dragons on you goes horribly wrong?” also left ambiguously open-ended bc i can’t ukno actually kill everyone off but i cAN make them suffer this makes #14 on my bad things happen bingo prompt fills.
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