[Well, all he has are bombs!! They hurt his already blistered hands, but whatever! It’s a suffering of pain that makes him realize he’s alive.
So he tries to balance on Demon while chunking a few at the wyverns with his good arm. It probably won’t be enough, and the dogs will have to dodge the spray of dirt and rock.]
Shoot it down!
[Whether gun hits or not, he barrels ahead with Demon toward the grove.]
[As they enter the grove, the war fades behind them and a curtain of vines close to trap them inside the ring of trees. The enemies behind them seem to disappear and the wyvern shrieks again. The bola wraps around its ankles, right above where its claws grip Anya's lifeless body and Toi's bullet clips its wing. Jin Ling's bombs temporarily blind the creature and a fiery wave finally sends it crashing to the ground.
The dogs come to a halt, growling at first as the smoke around them begins to clear. The growling becomes a confused sort of whimper, tails tentatively wagging as the vision before them becomes clearer.
Bleeding from the arm, covered in small burns and yet gracefully holding herself is a young woman, bound at her feet. Anya's body lays before her, and she looks down at her for a moment before she looks at the three boys. The dogs continue to whine, though this time in recognition.
Though the queen doesn't speak, she waves a hand to free herself from her binds before crouching down to Anya. An ancient, unidentifiable language is spoken as she brushes a hand over Anya's head. A passing ritual of some kind.
She faces them once more, speaking in the same tongue and though they won't understand her, she'll be able to make charades work as she points to a stump and to a tree. Inside the stump there's a small ornate box, and the tree reveals itself to be hollow.]
To return... [She speaks. She nods toward the box.] Thank you.
[You have served the queen and though you have lost one of your own, you have been rewarded...
Anya looks almost peaceful now, still battle-worn and broken, but her face looks less pained. This may not remain the case when she leaves but the thought counts.
Whenever they leave the room, everything will be depowered. The shark, the dogs, they will return to the status of stuffed animals. The clothing will be depowered and the weapons will disappear except for their sewing tools which remain normal household items.
And whenever they look in the box, they'll instinctually know what the following items are for:
There's a blacklight, sized and shaped to look like a dagger.
There's a small child-size bow with one arrow which may be used to enchant one target and influence them with any sort of thought.
A blue ring that will grow ice cold should the wearer be in the vicinity of someone who tells them a lie.
A small round shield, impenetrable from all attacks but still sized to really only cover a small distance.
In addition at the bottom of the box, they'll find what appears to be a well-worn photograph. The photo is a little blurry and off-center, but as they look they'll see that at the bottom of the frame there are three little sets of animal ears. Pink kitten ears, purple bunny ears, and orange fox ears. Behind them, a pair of legs extend up to the waist, the photo cutting off right at the edges of what appears to be a white coat. The room is unfamiliar to the group, but perhaps they should hold onto this for now.
The outside world awaits you. But take your time.]
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So he tries to balance on Demon while chunking a few at the wyverns with his good arm. It probably won’t be enough, and the dogs will have to dodge the spray of dirt and rock.]
Shoot it down!
[Whether gun hits or not, he barrels ahead with Demon toward the grove.]
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The dogs come to a halt, growling at first as the smoke around them begins to clear. The growling becomes a confused sort of whimper, tails tentatively wagging as the vision before them becomes clearer.
Bleeding from the arm, covered in small burns and yet gracefully holding herself is a young woman, bound at her feet. Anya's body lays before her, and she looks down at her for a moment before she looks at the three boys. The dogs continue to whine, though this time in recognition.
Though the queen doesn't speak, she waves a hand to free herself from her binds before crouching down to Anya. An ancient, unidentifiable language is spoken as she brushes a hand over Anya's head. A passing ritual of some kind.
She faces them once more, speaking in the same tongue and though they won't understand her, she'll be able to make charades work as she points to a stump and to a tree. Inside the stump there's a small ornate box, and the tree reveals itself to be hollow.]
To return... [She speaks. She nods toward the box.] Thank you.
[You have served the queen and though you have lost one of your own, you have been rewarded...
Anya looks almost peaceful now, still battle-worn and broken, but her face looks less pained. This may not remain the case when she leaves but the thought counts.
Whenever they leave the room, everything will be depowered. The shark, the dogs, they will return to the status of stuffed animals. The clothing will be depowered and the weapons will disappear except for their sewing tools which remain normal household items.
And whenever they look in the box, they'll instinctually know what the following items are for:
There's a blacklight, sized and shaped to look like a dagger.
There's a small child-size bow with one arrow which may be used to enchant one target and influence them with any sort of thought.
A blue ring that will grow ice cold should the wearer be in the vicinity of someone who tells them a lie.
A small round shield, impenetrable from all attacks but still sized to really only cover a small distance.
In addition at the bottom of the box, they'll find what appears to be a well-worn photograph. The photo is a little blurry and off-center, but as they look they'll see that at the bottom of the frame there are three little sets of animal ears. Pink kitten ears, purple bunny ears, and orange fox ears. Behind them, a pair of legs extend up to the waist, the photo cutting off right at the edges of what appears to be a white coat. The room is unfamiliar to the group, but perhaps they should hold onto this for now.
The outside world awaits you. But take your time.]