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Post by Henley on Mar 14, 2022 0:21:55 GMT -8
Gavin's warning was timely. As the sword was tossed almost vertically from below and to the side, Henley cranked the stick hard to the right. The greatsword whirled past the left windows like a pinwheel before zipping back toward terra firma.
"Good call, nice work --"
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Post by Krakenbox on Mar 14, 2022 0:29:48 GMT -8
As Henley spoke, the metal of the door wrenched by the force of whatever hit the hull. No sword pierced the hide, rather incessant pounding and the sobbing wails of a desperate, imprisoned child possessed by a relentless curse.
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Post by Gavin Graves on Mar 14, 2022 1:05:26 GMT -8
The monster was coming through the door. It would not take long for the creature to break in. It was holding on by one hand and pounding with the other. She had already torn holes in the body of the vehicle. There would be precious little to be done if she got inside the chopper. She would kill the two Beasts first and then take Henley away back to his relentless nightmares.
Gavin wasn't going to allow it.
"It's going to get windy!"
Drawing on his inspiration from rending the Hedge, he set to removing the creature's handhold from within. It was time to see if that thing could fly.
The Razorhand severed the anchor points of the door to send it and the creature sailing away.
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Post by Krakenbox on Mar 14, 2022 19:28:23 GMT -8
The door tore into the advancing evening and haze of heavy rain, whipping into the streets below.
What happened to the Huntsman was unknown, or whether it was another trick of the Wyrd. One would hope she fell to her temporary death, but neither Lost were confident given the impossible feats they had witnessed. The torn up helicopter quickly landed on the roof of Henley's building, with Tony waving in the presence of a stoic Ivory and Solomon's crystalline squire readying a blinding bow on the horizon. Both had their Masks up; not sure whether it would work against the Huntsman's gaze but not wishing to show their True Selves to the enemy. Apparently the Ogre's Bargain didn't see the downside in calling in Summer and a powerful wielder of social Contracts.
Gavin taking point, neither appeared to surge with the Fae's influence as they hauled Tanner into better cover, with Tony confirming the floor had been cleared. The Autumn began to make his calls, looking to either secure a mirror port with the guarantee of a clean guide or have someone step into the Twilit Page's dream with powers of spiritual healing. Kai called in reinforcements on the ground level, not revealing who the high profile client was as she understood the value of Need to Know information while Henley made sure his business was in order with Ivory's extended assistance — his motley had just escaped his Huntsman, and despite all the Lantern-fueled bravado, the Nymph didn't have much willpower left to push himself to take point and risk everything. Instead, he stayed close to the Oath-bound guardian and his terrifying motleymate as he helped himself to a drink. The situation remained tense, though thus far they received no immediate warning of a child-like wisp dragging a sword across Sin City's pavement from the Court of Wrath.
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Post by Henley on Mar 14, 2022 22:08:22 GMT -8
The helicopter rocked shortly after Gavin's warning as the door was sheared away and the child knight was lost to the storm. Whether it was dead or not was unknown, and Henley didn't intend to find out. The pilot took the vehicle to the max, pushing through the rain to the sure safety of his Bargain. As the stanchions touched the roof and Henley tossed his helmet and aviators onto the passenger seat, he flipped off the engines.
Gavin had Tanner. He needed a second. More than one, if only to pull himself together and come down off the adrenaline high into the world of exhaustion that awaited. A stray thought - why had the Lantern sent a child after him? It was the cruelest punishment, a fate worse than death for one who could not have possibly drawn Its ire.
But empathy was drowned in spite and anger. Fuck the Lantern. Fuck the Huntsman. Fuck everything about today. Quietly grateful for the presence of Squire Rose and even for Ivory, the Ogre dragged himself out of the chopper. His legs were weak with fatigue. His brow was drenched in sweat. He reeked of the pungent odor of sheer pants-shitting terror.
Extending his quiet thanks to Ivory for the second set of eyes and offering Anthony a weary clap on the shoulder with a long squeeze that told the human he'd done well, Henley found his way into his cup. He'd be staying here tonight.
"Gavin?"
He lifted the glass of scotch. It looked like it was heavy to him, even if it weighed less than a pound.
"Thanks for yeeting the murder baby for me, bruv."
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Post by Krakenbox on Mar 25, 2022 23:09:59 GMT -8
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