The terrible beast, with its rising body count, doesn't seem to relent. Blood and shimmering ooze coating the snow, and Hazel is... ragged. Raw. Raw rage, mixing with fear. Hell, every part of her is do it scared, and this? Well, this is a good lesson in that. Perhaps the most afraid she's ever been, and that includes the last time her life was threatened.

Lashing out at the beast once more-- relentless. A dog with a bone, she's not letting up. The beast has felled more than its fair share. Far more. Hazel won't let it get away with this. She can't. As the worm's rage grows, hers does too. Crystalline fangs digging into the beast, reaching for one of the already open wounds. Their anatomy is bizarre, so it's all Hazel can do to rip and keep ripping.

"Speech"

His vision was swimming, his rear legs still burned with the pain of pins and needles lancing through his limbs. His cover seemed to save him from the oncoming slaughter, but was he really just going to stand here and bark? Would it help save him in the end with the rampage this creature was on?

He took another mouthful of alcohol from the small barrel he had made for when he couldn't take his big one with him. If only there was a way to strike a flame... but that was silly. They were surrounded by ice, sharp ice that was raining down on them from the ceiling overhead.

Gem getting her face ripped open was the final straw, but the arrival of Artorias only bolstered the boy. He pushed off from the rock with a wince and a grimace, bright lights dancing across his vision. It's guts were hanging out, that had to be a good sign right?

Invertedly weaving in his approach (why were his rear toes so numb?) He joined those attacking the open and oozing wound. "If it looks like it's gonna fall get ready ter run..." Could he run? Maybe he could slide across the ice instead.

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She let out a sharp, primal scream as she was thrown by the tremors. Hanako slipped from her back easily. The moment she landed, Makara knew her front left paw was broken before she even opened her eyes - a hot, lancing pain raced up her leg, and the sight of it was almost enough to make her sick. She'd never broken anything before. The leather ties of her bootie served as a poor splint, but she gritted her teeth as she gasped and tried to tighten them anyway. Stars exploded in front her eyes and she almost passed out from the pain.

"M... mother?" she said hoarsely, finally letting her inhibitions down. Where had Hanako went? She had to bring her home. They needed to talk. She had so, so many questions for her. Makara lifted her head, her vision swimming, as Hanako came over and nudged her shoulder weakly. "I... I'm sorry I couldn't carry you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'll try to - " she whimpered, tears of pain and regret burning behind her goggles. As soon as the words left her mouth, the worm began its next set of attacks and landed a devastating wound across Hanako's throat. Blood sprayed and colored the lenses of her goggles red, red, red. So much blood. Adrenaline surged through her and with all the grace of a drunken sailor, Makara stumbled onto her working three paws and hobbled towards the worm.

What was one more blow? Holding her injured paw close to her chest, she aimed for where the viscous chunks of flesh had begun to leak through and slammed the spikes of her goggles into its side over and over again. She had needed to speak to her mother again, to get some closure - something, anything, and all of that blood... Makara wasn't a healer, but she knew what she'd be bringing back to the Armada. A corpse. "YOU FUCKING FUCK, THAT WAS MY MOTHER!" Her mother, who she'd hated for not protecting them from their father. Her mother, who had always turned her back when it was convenient for her. Her mother, who was dying or dead. There would be no closure.

Speech

Wolves and the worm attack another stranger crumpling to the floor as death greets claims them. Blood flows from both those attacking and this strange creature and it floods Wade’s senses, tipping something in him and making him feel alive, unafraid, crazed… invincible. With a whoop of excitement, his spear bites into the worm’s flesh and he watches a stranger with a sword appear and attack the worm while he idly wonders where he could something like that.

Chaos reigns as some shout, perhaps askig for help or barking orders (neither of which he hears because he doesn’t really care) while others continue to attack. Never one to be left behind, Wade launches himself forward and toward a thick chunk of rock that calls to him and he smacks it up toward the creature that still hangs from the ceiling (seriously? Can’t it just fall already?!) while he continues to race through the debris.

Pale gaze finds what he is looking for, a piece of the collapsing ceiling that is tapered on one end and comes to a deadly point. While he may not have a cool sword (yet but he’ll get one for sure), there are still deadly weapons littered around the wolves. Maw closes around his makeshift weapon and he continues to race, finding the ramp he had already used twice and thundering his way up along it.

Wade leaps through the air, ice spear aimed toward one of the open wounds in the hopes of burying his weapon deep into the worm before ripping it free while gravity pulls him back to the ground. White eyes are wild and alive as they glitter with bloodlust all while he sails through the air.


"Wade Preator" 'Thinking'| 'Sly' | 'Loki'