Raftel

[Aren]

It took quite a lot of focus from Kenna to keep the icy prison around the beast, and if she could sweat in this form she would be doing so. Her hands were trembling with effort. When Undine spoke, however, Kenna looked up to her Guardian. The glow caught her off-guard, but it eased the strain on her. Kenna breathed deep, her brows furrowed in determination. They’d stop him, she knew they would!

Kenna let out a shrill noise of distress when she watched the beast rip through Razaan. Was that it for him? I-it couldn’t—No, it wasn’t! When Razaan appeared again, Kenna cheered for him, grinning wide. The screams and blood wiped that away again. As its limbs were rendered, Kenna felt like throwing up. This wasn't normal. But… Was it alright if they were defending themselves? Was this truly okay? Of course the thing wanted to kill them, but… This was torture! S-so much blood… She knew now that this wasn’t a movie anymore. Maybe it hadn't been to begin with.

Undine’s call was a welcome distraction from the violence and the thoughts churning in the little girl’s head. The ice was beautiful, and so was her Guardian. When they fell into the monster, Kenna covered her eyes with both arms, squeezing her eyes shut. The roaring, the thrashing, the blood, she was shutting it all out. When that all quieted, however, Kenna was confused. Was it gone? Or… Was it… d-dead…?

Kenna dared a peek between her arms and immediately regretted it. Her eyes bulged, her whole being shook, and even Undine’s protective stance didn’t take away the nausea in the little girl. Kenna was deaf to the voice that commanded the other beast, and lurched onto her knees, gagging. She heaved and gagged, but nothing came up. Her body must just be a giant mass of water now. Strangely, she had no qualms with that fact.

“P-please…” Kenna muttered weakly, her little voice wavering. “Just… m-make it go away.” She gasped for a breath, then shouted desperately, “I don't like this game any more! Please, Undine, just make it go away!!”

[(´･ω･`)]

Tim barely heard the words being shouted towards him as he took off after Bolero. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. It’s totally my fault that you were treating a little girl like a nuclear missile and that you were stupid enough to take your eyes off said nuclear missile with legs,” Tim muttered to himself, trying as hard as possible to keep up with the running girl, but she eventually left his line of sight. “Oh damn it, come on! Wait up!” Tim shouted after her, picking up the pace as he tore through the alleyways. ‘Where the hell could she have gone?’ he thought, slowing down in the middle of a particularly empty alleyway when he noticed the ladder. ‘Maybe I could see her from the rooftops.’ He grabbed a hold of the ladder and began to climb. Halfway up, he spotted the strip of cloth, but he wasn’t sure what it was from. “I’ve seen this before…” Tim said aloud, holding up the cloth. “Eh, maybe at that clothing store. Anyway, it’s just a strip.” He tossed the strip into the wind, continuing his journey upward. With one final push, Tim climbed up onto the roof and began scanning around for any sign of Bolero.

[thatfallout3guy]

Alex simply stared in awe of Tim's rudeness to the people in the bar. He of course couldn't care less about any of these people, and didn't feel like chasing after Bolero, but he knew this was a fine opportunity to gain favor with these people.

Alex rushed to the door of the restaurant, turning as he arrived to address the people, his arms clapped together, and a confident smile on his face, "Forgive Warrior of his rude comments, he isn't as kind as some. I can promise you, though, that the two of us are going to bring that girl into custody!" He exclaimed, raising his fist into the air with a victorious grin.

The people at the bar raised their glasses to Alex's claim, cheering him on. The entire place was soon explosive with cries for the Knight's success.

Alex responded to the overwhelming support with a quick bow. Without another word, he dashed outside of the building, looking around for Tim. Upon spotting him climbing a ladder, Alex gave an annoyed sigh. He ran to the base as Tim reached the top, cuffing his hands together, "See anything?"

[ThatOneGuysBro]

As Clement quired as to the nature of the Shukah and Amak delivered an explanation, Jacob, as couthly as ever, butted in with words of wisdom only he could attain on a plane other than Nirvana.
"Uh, pretty sure we have one of those back on Earth, yo. Probably anyway. I think I saw it on the Discovery Channel once. It got eaten by a Lion. It just opened its huge mouth and snapped its neck in two!", he exclaimed most excitedly.
"Cool costume though.", Jacob eulogized as he pointed to the assortment of chimes and other decorations.

As Hades proffered an explanation for the enigmatic undead with a sour attitude and a sharp tongue Jacob leaned in to Clement, cupping a hand over his ears before whispering 'Does Hades have ants in his pants?'. When the figures rose however, his hand drooped down as his head slowly creaked to find the hunching shadows surrounding them.
"Holy shit!", he panicked, an incandescence radiating around him brighter and brighter.
Baffled by the concept of raising the dead the initial shock eventually ebbed along with the burst of light. A man of few words Jacob followed silently as the exchanges pursued, the topic now shifted to Ares, the god of war as well as Timothy Bean. He queried what the others' powers were, upset to see Tim got the best one.

As the company tread Jacob became wearied. He noticed an updraft from behind. Looking back he saw tiny gales around Clement. He bat an eye at his misfortune. Power over light isn't very useful at all, he thought.
"Hey, Clement, mind blowing some wind on me?", he asked with a perfunctory tone, tugging on his collar to relieve himself of the heat trapped in the clothing he was still getting use to. The fatigue was becoming more apparent, the succor of lukewarm water only doing so much against the desert heat.

His questioning stopping Amak in his tracks, the man's awkward chuckle put even Jacob a little off his ease. At the revelation he found himself rather surprised.

"No waaaay!", he obnoxiously responded. "Wait, you mean you guys don't like uh, Summoners? Is it Laharl's fault? Man, so all this time you guys thought we were the bad guys?" He kicked the sand with a sigh, somewhat annoyed before he carried on. "Yeah, he's pretty strong alright, but next time we see him things will be different. No offense, but when we see him again I'm gonna have to kick his ass."

Jacob looked to Clement with an 'ew, that's icky' expression on his face before butting in again.

"Did he love him? What are you, gay?"

[Luke]

Clement did his very best to ignore the infinitely more annoying reactions from his only other earth-friend traveling with him, however how little he seemed to grasp about things agitated him, to the point he was quite flustered and red in the cheeks even. He tried to hide this however, and continue his round of questioning. After all, that took priority for now.

However, when Jacob made a request for more winds, Clement looked at him rather confused at first, before looking around him to notice he had been giving off quite the aura of wind power. A part of him wanted to say how incredibly cool he thought he looked like that...but he didn't. Instead, he tried to abide by Jacob's request, grunting as he flung his arms forward a bit, attempting to spread the aura around. While his attempt wasn't entirely unsuccessful, it ended up with more of a sharp blast of wind then a cool breeze Jacob was hoping for, no doubt 'messing his hair'.

Clement held back the urge to call Jacob the insensitive little thing he was, and even winced slightly at the use of curses in such a boastful manner. He really was an idiot, wasn't h-
"W-What?!" He stammered suddenly, his thoughts interrupted like a derailed train. "What are you...that's so.... gah, you're so stupid!" He yelled suddenly, angrily at Jacob in a rather high tone, his face flustered red with anger, even earning a ripple of winds around him to grow stronger.

[draconicdm]

Tori smirked, she felt a definite confidence that they would win. She liked the feeling of having other people to wail on the bad guy, it made her feel powerful. With these odds, the monster would have to tire eventually, that’s just how things worked. Her fists clenched, Tori couldn’t help but bounce up and down a little, adrenaline flooding her brain every second the fight dragged on. Sweet, sweet epinephrine.

Even though her skin prickled in the most uncomfortable way possible, she willed herself to glare back at the thing. It wasn’t going to get to her, not again. It’s easy to feel like you’re pretty hot shit when you’re behind a two magical whateverthings that apparently answer to you and an 8 year-old. Her smirk fell apart entirely when she saw the ravenous weapon cut directly through Razaan, and was replaced with a look of utter shock and disbelief. Her jaw dropped; her stomach knotted violently. Was he dead? Had her plan gotten him killed? Shit, shit shit, it was all her fault!

But it wasn’t over, no, clever bastard had tricked him! Tori jumped and punched the air, “YES, YES! AWESOME!” Now THAT was cool, THAT was some dirty fighting right there, Tori could get behind that. Now what? Okay, Udine was doing stuff, cool. Every blow had to count for something, he couldn’t go on forever, she wouldn’t let that happen. Still he persisted, Tori scowled and ran her fingers over her hair, trying to think of something else.

In an answer to her opponents jocular demeanor, she made a less-than-sportsmanlike gesture, not caring about the impressionable young child standing a few feet away. It was priming to attack, maybe she could jump at the last second and land on its back, yeah! Then, she’d do something else, maybe. Widening her stance, she got ready to spring into action. Then the beast froze. Confused, she turned and gazed wide-eyed at Thatch. Well, he was alive, good. He was giving them a precious window to work with, they had to exploit it. Her next order came with a tone of calm that one would not usually associate with Tori, “Razaan, cut this sonofabitch apart, grain by grain, don’t give him a chance to re-form.”

[ThatOneGuysBro]

Upon the halfhearted request an almost unnoticeable breeze whiffed across his neck only serving to remind Jacob of how hot he was.

"You serious, Clement? I do more if I farted.", he said unenthusiastically.
When the sharp gust practically beleaguered Jacob his clothes flapped turbulently and he nearly tripped over from the force. He stopped before spreading his arms in a stretch and yawning in a pleased fashion.

"Aww, that felt good. Thanks, man. Wind isn't so useless after all. But man, if I didn't get the lamest power. What can I do with light, you know?"
Shortly after his enthusiasm regressed, the desert sun harsh and persistent against his already tanned skin. Though the taxes from the prior encounter with Laharl and the tribulations of the desert sandscape wore on him Jacob was quite used to the feeling of fatigue from spending long hours of practice from the various sports he played back on Earth. He may not have had many useful powers for lasting in the wilderness and little knowledge in the ways of survival but if he had one asset to his name it would be his extraordinary stamina as a 12 year old. Of course that also meant he had an extraordinary appetite as well.

Later on, after addressing Laharl and with Clement's reply Jacob just looked at Clement with as nonchalant expression as always.

"Whatever man. You're getting way too mad over nothing. Anyway, what do you think we should do about Laharl, huh? Just let him do whatever he wants? Especially after when he tried kill us?"
He turned away and crossed his arms behind his head, rather relaxed in the coolness of the forest in contrast to the desert.

"I'm gonna get strong, then I'll show Laharl he can't do whatever he wants, and I'll show those people that they're stupid for thinking I'm anything like him just because I'm a Summoner. I still don't even know what a Summoner is, but I know I'm better than Laharl."