1x1 with яαιnнeαят and Éibhear the Blue.

[kannagi]

(OHMAYGAWD DON'T KEEEELLLL ME I SO SORRY!! D: I CAN EXPLAIN!)

[ragemonster]

((SON I AM DISAPPOINT. >[ ))

[kannagi]

(Cockatrice= brilliant. Lol xD IT'S A ROOSTER! :3)

(Okay. So I went back to school the 7th, aaaaaaaaaand I sprained my ankle a few days ago! :c So not only have I been swamped with HW, but it wasn't worth the effort to buttscooch up/down the stairs to the computer xD Anyways, I'm back now, so sorryz!)

(Edit: I sorry father. *bows down* Please may I be not grounded?)

Dylan

Dylan looked away instantly, recognizing it before Martin even shouted, "Cockatrice!" He pulled out his aureus, and felt it lengthen out into his sword. "No one look at them!" He ordered.

He didn't look up, but he heard Jacob running up to them, seemingly oblivious to the monsters, judging by his casual stroll. "I got you water Dylan, but they didn't have the kind of doughnut you wanted Martin--"

"DON'T LIKE AT THE COCKATRICE!!" Martin practically screamed, trying with all his might to twist Jacob around, away from the monsters. Poor kid didn't make much progress.

Jacob didn't ask questions, he just turned around, and withdrew his spear. (he had one, right? Not a sword...?)

Dylan heard a wierd noise behind him; a mixture between a laugh and a rooster crowing. "Ah, Demigods! When was the last time we have eaten, brothers?"

"Too long!" One said. He clacked his beak together, and a puff of fire escaped.

The first one chuckled again. "Hmm... but they seem too... lifelike. I think they will be much more edible if they were stone."

[ragemonster]

((Awwww I'm sorry about your ankle. :c I know that hurts a loooooot. It's cool, no worries. And no. You're not grounded... THIS TIME. >:D And yeah, I think he had a spear. Like Rose he likes to have a sword as well as an alternate weapon. P:))

Rose

Rose heard a splash and a screech that sounded chillingly like a rooster's crow, and she turned to see that Jacob had thrown the tray of boiling hot coffee at the roosters — though he kept the donuts. She'd probably be grateful for that later, but for now she'd focus on fighting for their life. "To the alley!" she yelled, "We're going to attract too much attention." She, Dylan, Jacob and Martin backed into the alley that was just to the right of the Dunkin' Donuts, and the cockatrice obligingly followed. Not daring to look up, she closed her eyes firmly and concentrated. She could hear that one was sneaking up on her left, hearing the scrape of feathers and scales against the brick alley wall.

Recalling all of her battle training, she held her dagger with her thumb and index finger — and threw it. The same agonized screech met her ears and she reflexively opened her eyes just in time to see that the monster had disintegrated into a pile of gold dust with a few feathers sticking out of it. "Aim for the chest!" she bellowed at the others, as the sounds of fighting rent the air and Rose closed her eyes again.

[kannagi]

(Thanks... more than anything it's annoying. It's at the beginning of my soccer season, so I'm benched for a bit D: And yay! I'll be better next time, I promise :3)

Dylan

Dylan followed Rose quickly, and briefly looked out of the corner of his eye to make sure Jacob and Martin were too.

They ran further down the alley, and Dylan couldn't help but think of the cliche movie-scene where the characters got stuck at a dead end in a dark, creepy alley.

So of course, there was the looming brick wall, that practically doomed the said heroes. He didn't dare turn around and fight them; they'd turn him to stone. So what was he going to do? His mind raced, flickering over every option he could think of.

Suddenly he heard a pained squawk, and Rose exclaim, "Aim for the chest!" That's it!

"Jacob, throw me the water!" He screamed. Jacob oblidged, tossing him the bottle blindly. Surprisingly, he had a pretty accurate throw.

Fumbling with the lid, he scrambled to un-cap it. He could her the clack clack of sharp claws scraping against concrete; he tried not to panic further, or it would be even harder to open the cap.

And then he did the one thing his insticts screamed at him. Water. Water meant safety, it meant power, it meant strength. And in desperate times, it could be plain deadly.

The water seemed to respond to his silent plea of desperation; he imagined it moving out of the bottle, and with a tug of his gut, a waterly orb flowed out of the bottle until it rested obediently in front of Dylan's face. Trying not to lose concentration, he focused hard, afraid of dropping the orb that was his only hope.

He pin-pointed the sounds of the clackity-clack and squawks. And then, totally blindly, he swung his arms around, flicking the orb in a circle around him. He could feel the power rushin through his arms; and heard as a satisfying clunk as one of the Cockatrices was rocketed backwards, smacked in the middle of his chest by the orb, flying into the dumpster he had previously seen.


"Yes!" He yelled to no one in particular. But the sense of success was quickly overtaken by desperation. This isn't enough. I need more water to do some serious damage.

[ragemonster]

((Yeah, sprains take a a long time to heal. I sprained (pretty sure, anyway, what else could it have been?) my ankle months ago, before summer started, and it still doesn't act completely right yet. I'm sorry. :c Oh, and I laughed when I pictured Dylan flailing his arms around with this little ball of water in front of him. xDDDDDDD))

Rose

Rose felt a woosh of something fly by her face, and felt the spray of water hit her face as the cockatrice nearest her flew backwards. Dylan she thought, knowing he thrived around water. He could control it, too, obviously. A sudden idea sparked in her mind, and she opened her eyes to thin blue slits, glancing around.

Aha! Finding what she was looking for, she darted to the East side of the alley, ripping her sword out of her backpack and touching the teeth of the bronze comb there. Instantly, it grew into her 3 and a half foot long sword, and she swung the blade with all her might at the pipe that ran up the side of the alley wall, probably connected to the pipeline of one of the residents near by. "Dylan!" she called, as water erupted from the pipe in a spurt.

[kannagi]

(lol I did outloud too xDD; Oh btw I have to go for 15 minutes then come back. There's this hydrotherapy thing for my ankle, where I do 1 min hot water 1 min cold, etc., 7 times. It get's the blood flowing and (hopefully) heals your ankle faster C:)

[ragemonster]

((Alrighty. =D))

[kannagi]

(back.)

Dylan

Dylan immediately felt the orb grow stronger as more water was added from the pipe. He sure hoped he wasn't taking water from someone while they were in the middle of a shower. "Thanks, Rose!" He said through gritted teeth. The extra water was causing a bit more strain on him, a fact he would never admit. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. By now, the orb was the size of a smart car, and more was gushing in.

[ragemonster]

((Welcome back. How's the ankle?))

[u]Rose[/u]


"Don't mention it!" Rose hollered as she went hand-to-hand(wing?) with one of the cockatrice. As she couldn't watch what the monster was doing, this wasn't working so well. She was getting hit more often than she was doing the hitting. She could feel a cut by her right eye trickling with a bit of blood, and she wiped at it impatiently. This earned her a sock to the gut — "Oofh!" — and she fell painfully to the ground, knocked off balance. Scowling furiously, she aimed a roundhouse kick from where she was laying on the ground, catching the beast in the legs. He fell to the ground, judging by the hard thump she'd heard, and she scrambled to feel around for her sword. Finding it, she brought it down on the cockatrice, and heard the satisfying noise of a monster turning to dust.

Only three remained now, but these three were the biggest. The leader, too, remained, Rose noticed, as she squinted towards the ground, careful not to look anywhere above the monster's waistline.