Thread:Abbykurle/@comment-30921738-20190109004227/@comment-31148069-20190118011236

Lola and Fallon sat huddled in a corner. One of the creatures staggared away from the rest, the foam dripping and hissing. Fallon cried out as the creature got closer. Lola's eyes widened, she started to hiss, though not at the creature. Instead a spot directly behind it. The creature turned around to see... nothing. With the creature distracted Lola pushed Fallon away from the corner, his tail between his legs. Fallon ran to a second corner, being the opposite of claustrophobic (small hiding spaces made him feel safer.)

Lola slashed the creature acrossed its snout when it had whipped around. The creature trilled and a second hybrid came over, already badly injured from previous attacks. Lola unsheathed her sword and swung at the first hybrid's head. She missed, and the hybrid bit into her neck, while the second one grabbed at her back paws. Lola yelped, swinging her sword wildly, barely leaving scratches.

A sharp whistle pierced the air, and then the creature holding Lola. Fallon pulled out a second arrow, lining it on the bow as the first hybrid whipped around. Lola tried to scramble away from the second creature's grasp, but the creature held on tighter. Fallon fought the first hybrid until finally hitting vein in it's neck. The creature trilled once more and flopped down, twitching. Fallon droppped his bow, took out his daggar and thrust it deep into the creatures chest. Lola cried out.

Oh, right.

Fallon turned abruptly to see Lola drop her sword and try scratching furiously at the creature behind her. Fallon retrieved his bow and fit and arrow, the aim being hard because of the thrashing creature. He let go and the arrow hit the hind leg of the hybrid. It shrieked and instinctivly bit down on Lola's ankle. Lola's eyes went wide as pain shot up her leg. Fallon saw her leg go limp. Angrily he ran over, daggar in hand now, and cut deep into the creatures front leg. Its grip weakened, Lola limped out to grab her sword as Fallon finished the creature off. Both breathing heavily, Lola collapsed.

"Where... did you... learn to..." Lola gasped and coughed. "When did my little brother learn to fight?" Fallon realized how well he fought off those creatures. He had always been that scrawny one, not one for fighting.

"Nevermind that. Your leg. We have to get outside, let's hope it's dark." The shine in Lola's eyes was gone, her brother was right. She wasn't going to be of any use with a limp, pained leg. She looked out at the others, still fighting.