Children of the Gods: Arc 2 [Game/Closed]

[IFS]

Dan spoke with authority issuing orders, somehow this calmed her down immensely knowing that someone at least was taking charge. What am I though? I've had martial arts training so am I in the front? She remembered the knife from earlier and taking a deep breath she drew it and stepped outside, taking a spot in the front and adopting a fighting stance. I can do this, they aren't people.

Already they were being attacked, Steven was firing shots and one of the goat-men had charged Able who seemed to be standing his ground against it. Before she could do anything another was charging at her, by some lucky chance it stumbled as its hoof struck a rock sticking out of the rough ground and she managed to step out of the way and it crashed into the van, its horns leaving a sizable dent. She gripped the knife tighter, but couldn't bring herself to swing.

It turned around, apparently somewhat dazed and let out a strange inhuman cry before leaping at her again. This time there was no room for thought she just swung. It struck the monster's neck, and she shoved it away, off the blade. It collapsed on the ground, blood pooling around it from its throat. There was little time to think about what had happened, and she turned back towards the fighting the blood on the knife somehow making her more confident that she could do this. She glanced first to Able, ready to jump in and help him with the Satyr, she wondered how much he would be able to do against them without a weapon.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Despite Dan's Orders, Aria hadn't really moved The hell are those?! Monsters?! REAL MONSTERS?! she thought, panicking a little, but trying to stay calm "Stay calm, don't panic, panicking helps nothing" her thoughts continued as she stepped out of the van.

As she stepped she saw one of them charging Able, with no time to do anything else, she put a few shots out in front of the creature, three in total, so it would run into them, she didn't know what kind of damage her attacks where going to do, she'd never used them on another living thing before, just paper targets and bottles. So was surprised when the first one bored through its skull, pretty much taking its face off and leaving the rest of the wound chard black while the other two shots punched a hole in its torso and caught it in the knee, severing that leg completely.

The creature fell over and slid a ways, dead before it even hit the ground, Aria, froze in shock at the damage done and just how easy it had been done.

 

[Deu Sex]

Remus stood steadfast in front of the others, his eyes darting about and his hands ready to strike like claws. He saw Steven take some potshots at the the Satyrs and wished he had brought along a firearm. It would have made a fight such as this far swifter to end. He also saw Able getting tackled head-on by one of the beastmen. The Satyr clearly staggered the mute with its strikes, yet he seemed to nevertheless absorb the blows. His lack of speech was clearly made up for in stout endurance.

Before he could make a move to assist him, Remus' eyes spied another of the goatmen making its way towards him. The Satyr had brought its ram's head down and was charging with ferocious speed. The boy focused his sights on the incoming foe, taking a deep breath and clenching his right fist. "Steady, steady...it's just like hunting..." he thought, trying to ease his nerves inflamed by the sight of the charging beastman. "Stay calm, and wait..." The Satyr was barely a meter away from slamming into Remus when the demigod acted. His right arm flew up and struck the side of the creature's head like a sledge. A sound like stone cracking roaring through the air, and the Satyr toppled over from the mighty blow. "For the right time to shoot!"

As the dazed Satyr attempted to pull itself back up, Remus heard a friendly voice shout out. "GRAPLE WITH THEM! Don't let them run around! Get them on the ground and they will die!" Before the creature could get back on its hoofed feet, Remus grabbed it by the horns. The Satyr attempted futilely to push its ram against him, unable to due so due to the tight grip on its horns. Remus responded by lifting the creature up into the air and slamming it back down headfirst. There was another loud cracking noise as the Satyr lay crumbled on the ground, ichor leaking out of its shattered head.

 

[Green Shoes]

Prometheus rubbed his temples as his sight returned. The Satyr had caught him totally off guard, and his body was momentarily racked with pain. It had been a long time since he had been in a physical fight. Propping himself up, he saw the others begin to fight back. They were impressive for first-timers; if a little unsure.

Letting out a low groan, he stood up slowly, the pain quickly receding. Nonchalantly cracking his back, Prometheus eyed off the Satyr that rammed him. The creatures eyes were filled with fury and debauchery, visibly salivating, growling like a wolf.

"Come on then, let's see what you're made of."

The Satyr bellowed and charged at the titan, horns pointed and hands ready to grasp and tear. Prometheus let out a loud bellow, and caught the Satyr mid-charge, sending them rolling even further into the wasteland. Prometheus' previously casual attitude had been replaced by a fierce rage; a primordial strength older than man. The Satyr realised it's mistake, struggling to free itself from Prometheus iron grip. He stood up, holding the satyr by its throat, and it scarcely more than choked up the words.

You! Who...how?

"Yes. Me."

Prometheus curled his hands, obliterating the creatures neck entirely, allowing the body to slip from his hands, and the head roll onto the ground.

The rage subsided, and the aching of his bones returned. Two large gashes in his side were evident of the goats horns; a pain he would have to ignore for now. He yelled loudly to the group.

"Don't try to run! Stand and fight!"

 

[Ruedyn]

Dan watched as the demigods all fell in line and began fighting the half goats.

'Are we the bad guys from Narnia?' Dan shook this very very stupid thought from his head, as he continued his surveying. Fast, but if they could grab them they were an easy kill. Remus had even split one of their heads open. Dan couldn't help but smile, this was the sort of stuff he was born for. He lifted his spear over his head, and thrust it into the Satyr Remus downed. He noticed Aria was standing still, a look of fear in her eyes.

She wasn't looking at the Satyr charging her, a malicious smile, salivating heavily. Dan, with the Satyr still on his spear, brought it to bear as he knocked the charging one against the bus, a dull crack coming from his victims.

"Aria, we need you here! Get on the bus if you're afraid, yell if you need me. I'll help you." Dan used his leg to get the goatman off his spear, and turned his back to Aria, looking for his next kill.

 

[Dogmatic99]

Able's fist rushed forward to meet his attacker, the two of them were about to collide with the force of It's on freaking fire! Where the- whata - gyaaah! His mind lost its ability to form words at that point and decended into a series of emotions and senses. Mostly horrified shock and the smell of burning satyr... it didn't smell good. The scorched bone where it's face had once been leered out at him through the flames as the lifeless body slumped to the ground. He simply gawked at it in disbelif. His eyes scanned the area looking for where the attack had come from, his heart pounding in his ears until he saw Aria, she seemed to be having the same reaction. Girls like a gundam or... ironman or..... LASERS! Regular Able seemed to have gone away for a while as any shock or fear he felt about what he saw faded and was slowly replaced by grim admiration. Even the satyrs and the way they moved started seeming noble in a feral way.

"GRAPLE WITH THEM! Don't let them run around! Get them on the ground and they will die!" The call went out from the group's gunaman. Remus seemed to have the same idea as he lifted one of the creatures into the air and slammed it back down like a ragdoll. The whole thing seemed to happen much slower as adrenaline coursed through his system.

"Don't try to run! Stand and fight!" Cried out the titan, his rumbling voice somehow seeming older, more primal.

Something moved in his peripheral vision and Able turned to see it, another salivating satyr was bearing down on him. They didn't seem as scary as they did before. He shifted his stance and hit it with an iron right hook. Cracking it in the temple and sending out a sharp cracking noise as one of its horns splintered and fell away and the satyr was sent reeling. It stumbled and reeled back around on Able, blood dripping from its head and it eyes full of murderlust as it roared out in fury and fell on him, its claws lashing out at his torso, ripping into his shirt as it tried to dig into his skin and failed. This was one way to grapple he supposed but what now. Then he saw the broken horn on the ground next to them and it was clear. He grabbed out with a free hand as he tried to push the goat off of him until his scrabbling hand found what it was looking for.

His arm sprang round as he drove the broken horn point into his attacker's eye. The satyr stiffened, freezing up as it's blood started to pour out onto the presently prone Able, it's twisted face looking down at him in suprise, a string of saliva dangling from its mouth towards his face. He rolled the body off him and staggared to his feet. The adrenaline seemed to be leaving him as reality began to catch up with him. There was blood on his hands and a horn, he was holding a blood soaked horn. He didn't even remember pulling it out of his kill's head. My kill... The words rang in his head. No! Not now, freak out later! Get back to the group, help the others!

He shook his head, as if he could rattle himself back to his senses and ran to rejoin the group. It wouldn't pay to get caught on his own again.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Aria nodded "Sorry" she said quietly, and started paying attention to the battle again, she was still scared though, she took a breath and teleported a few yards away from Dan, and looked for a new target her self, only to have another one charge her rather loudly from behind.

Aria teleported a few feet to the side and let it whoosh past her, it turned, charged again and again Aria dodged with no difficulty "Why do I feel bad, about killing that other one?" she thought after getting a good look at the mindless expression of this current creature, leading its blind charges into a rather large rock, at which point it started yelling obscenity's at her, after it got up from bashing head long into it. "They ... no ... to compare them to beasts would be a disrespect to the animals, these things are less then that" she though as she sat atop the rock, her 'fear' fading away, and being replaced by contempt, for it and every one that ever looked down on her. "I've seen enraged bears with more nobility then you, creature!" she spat back, firing a larger blast down, catching it in the gut, just below the sternum and effectively cut it in two as it lower half fell away and its upper half fell forward, the charred remains of its back bone flopping to the ground "I am a Demi-Goddess you disgusting creature," charging another, larger shot in her hand as she stood up on the rocks edge "And garbage like you WILL RESPECT THE TITLE!!" she shouted, throwing the flame like sphere at her already dieing foe, the blast taking the form of a spiraling pillar, though only one about ten feet tall.

Aria couldn't help but smile at the blacken earth and glass that marked where the creature had been, she'd never used her powers in anger before, and she'd been lieing if she said she wasn't talking to ever single person that spat 'witch' at her as an insult when she said what she just said. Aria took a few more deep breaths, as her last attack had winded her, and 'ported back to the van, the roof to be precise, where she took up a 'sentry gun' like role and scanned for more targets

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

Most of the goatmen had been killed, although the few that remained didn't seem like they were giving up. One was running literal circles around the group, possibly hoping that Steven or one of the others with ranged attack would shoot another Demi-god. Because of that, Steven kept the gun in his hand, but pointed at an angle to the ground. At one point it jumped onto a rock, and changed directions, straight at Steven.

He didn't have enough time to bring up the sights, but fired a few times as he raised it. One of the bullets impacted the beast's leg, sending it tripping forward, but at the same speed and still directly at Steven. It pushed Steven down to the ground, the goatman bleeding BADLY from the leg. One of the goat's hooves smashed Steven in the face, breaking his nose. The gun was knocked aside again.

Still, Steven was able to grab the other leg and touch the hoof. Biological bodies are far to complex, based more on chemistry than direct mechanical engineering, thus Steven's powers fail to work understanding the working of organs. Skeletal system, on the other hand, was just a series of levers and pivot points, so he CAN understand that and find the weak points. What he found was that this creature had double jointed legs. The bottom joint had a bone jetting upwards that would make it hard to break, the top joint on the other hand had no such protect. It was easy to dislocate the join by grabbing right above and right below the leg and quickly moving in opposite directions.

The goatman cried out in pain, pathetically trying to crawl away from the demigod. Steven got up, and grabbed his gun, and put it against the creatures head. Only did it hit him as Steven was about to shoot the creature like a mad dog how utterly inhumane he was during the fight. The creature could not run, it would die soon if that bleeding wasn't stopped. Also, learning why they were attacked may be helpful.

Steven grabbed the leg with one hand while putting his gun against the creature's head.

"Try to attack me, try to get away, and you die, understand?" Steven said to the creature, who didn't say anything but had become ram rod stiff. If the goatman had understood his words, understood his gun, or just went stiff when scared like regular goats did, Steven didn't know or cared, he holstered the gun and grabbed the leg with both hand to stop the bleeding.

 

[hiei82]

Vera remained near the van, watching the movements of the creatures, trying to get a feel for their movements. It took a more time than she'd hoped to get a bearing on their speed and agility, but once she was able to see how their legs moved, she was able to get an idea of which way they would be going a second later. It was an old trick used in sports; keep an eye on the knees and feet to know what they were thinking.

It was just a little harder when they had hooves.

Once she felt confident in her knowledge of how they acted, she made her move. Calling on her power, she transformed - disappearing. More correctly, she vaporized; becoming the wind. Aside from her normal form, this was her favorite. Being able to fly - freed from almost all physical constraints - was exhilarating and frightening all at once. Of course, it had other advantages.

Spying a pair of the creatures, she embraced her power and moved to unmake them. Slamming into their sides with all the force she could muster, she forced the two together in a cacophony of screams. She maintained the wind, forcing them to remain locked together and pushed to the ground. With any luck, they'd be out of commission soon enough.

She hoped she wouldn't regret the decision.

 

[DarkRawen]

Andrew watched the fight from afar, taking in as much as he could, while making sure he wasn't in any danger. He felt powerless, everyone else was fighting, while watching was all he could do. Had it been any different if there had been a bow at hand? Not really, the satyrs seemed far too fast for a bow. Still, he didn't think they had even seen him and a bow wasn't very loud, he could have taken at least one of them by surprise.

Am I... inferior to these people?

A difficult question. At any other time, in any other place, he wouldn't even have thought the thought. But now... everyone was useful, even the one that had known she was a demi-god for less than 24 hours. What was up with that?

Is it because I don't know what my power is? Or... do I even have a power?

Considering it further, he was the son of Apollo. Even if he did have a power, it might be something useless. Something... artsy. Or perhaps it was something like glowing. Something that no one would ever have a use for, unless they forgot their flashlight somewhere. And even if he was the one with the medical skills... he looked at Prometheus. who had gotten hurt before. If he had a needle and a thread, he'd be able to fix those gashes quickly. It'd not be perfect, but a lot better than what they had now. All he could do was simple first-aid.

Anyone can do first-aid.

That wasn't true. But chances were, one of these people would be able to. Which meant his presence here was... wrong. Not needed. He almost found himself hoping someone would get hurt in a way that only he could fix, but again, without the right tools, there were little he could do. Not that they seemed to need his help.

Damn it. Why was I even brought here? I could have been in the hospital now, actually helping people. Making the difference I'm supposed to be making. Instead that Zeus had bring me along with the rest. This is not where I'm needed.

Etna would probably point it out as well. Make it a comment on the side. She did dislike him, and he really disliked the thought of her being correct. However, he still couldn't do anything apart from watching, and he kept doing so. Even if he wanted to make a difference, Andrew had never acted on what he wanted to do when he knew he'd be better of not doing it. He would ask himself why he suddenly felt like running out there and risk his life, but the answer would be clear as a day to anyone but him.

 

[Terratina.]

Etna cursed.

She had dozed off and now there was a battle! Well, one seemed to be over with all the other demigods and the titan himself slamming the satyrs into submission. Still, never mind that, she could help, unlike Mr. Nice Guy who was just standing there. Etna scowled. Well, at least he would get to see her power. And then the others and him would probably judge her harshly because it. Yes, she can mess with people's feelings, do you have a problem with that? And they would probably would have a problem with it. It was just like secondary school all over again.

Could they really shun her for helping them out? Probably. Etna had stopped caring about what others thought about her a long time again anyway. Regardless, she began her work. Concentrating on a wide area, she... No. The other demigods would be affected. Not the right way to go at all. She changed her approach. Concentrating on the satyrs, she attempted to instill them with confusion. The fact that she still was a bit confused about Andrew helped a little. But that would probably be all the man was good for. From the outside, however, it looked like she was just doing the same as him, just standing there.

Well, that would be contradicted soon enough...

 

[IFS]

It looked like chaos to Nicole, but it seemed they were winning between Able, Remus and Dan dismembering the goat-men and Aria incinerating them. Part of her felt revulsion at the sight and smell of all the death but any nausea was kept in check by the adrenaline. It seemed to be getting to the satyr's as well, or at least something was, a few of them seemed dazed by something. Guess its time to use my power, no reason to hold back.

A spectral white light unfolded from her back, forming into a pair of large angelic wings stretching upwards behind her, the glowing light they were composed of seemed to suffuse her body making her feel stronger and faster already. Guided by what felt like instinct she darted forward, dropping the knife as she did so as it would hardly be useful in the air. She rushed one of the dazed satyrs grabbing it by the horns as she took flight.

She could fly faster than she could run, and she could run extremely fast, and even with the weight of the satyr her ascent was hardly slowed. The monster began to struggle desperately, clawing at her hands and arms weakly, but between the angle it was being held at and the pain of being lifted by its horns there was little it could do.

She reached the peak of her ascent but did not let go, instead she dove back towards the ground quickly reversing and then exceeding her previous speed. Small shapes of the remaining satyr's swarmed about and she picked one and aimed towards it as she dove, its form rapidly growing into view. Present for you, she released the satyr she had been holding and it let out a pathetic animal cry as it flew downwards, the two goat-men collided with a sickening crunch.

Her wings fanned out to slow her fall, angling her back upwards as she circled overhead trying to pick out targets. Part of her regretted not having a gun or at least something to throw at them, the other part was still not sure if she should be disgusted or not by what she'd just done. She felt detached from all this, but part of her also felt like she did when running a race. It was a challenge, a contest where she had to push herself and she could feel the path to victory laid out before her, following it was instinct almost, but she didn't want to enjoy this challenge and the feeling that part of her did made her shudder.

 

[Deu Sex]

Remus became rather confused when he saw Dan skewer the Satyr he had downed with his spear. What was the good in that? The creature was already good as dead after its skull had been caved in. Maybe he was just making certain of its fate. Or maybe the son of Odin had a bit of a bloodlust. Remus continued to observe the battlefield with care, taking note of the sudden decline of jumping goatmen. The other demigods had been making mincemeat out of their foes, and luckily there seemed to be no casualties on their side. The sight of Able murdering a Satyr with its own horn and Aria ripping one apart with magic was relieving to Remus. He had previously worried that he would burden himself with constantly protecting each of his comrades. Yet most of them seemed to be handling themselves very well in combat, especially with such a vicious enemy.

It was then that he saw something truly surprising. Suddenly a pair of shining, golden wings soared across the sky. The sight amazed Remus - at first he thought he had seen angel. It took only a few moments for him to recognize however that the wings were attached to none other than Nicole. He watched as she swooped down and snatched up one of the foul Satyrs. Now the sight of Nicole reminded him less of an angel and more like an eagle. "Now that...is just magnificent!"

But Remus' attention was diverted when he saw a dark shadow covering his view of the winged demigod. Snapped out of the dazzling moment, his senses return to him and his instinctively threw his hand forward. He luckily managed to catch the Satyr's kick. The slam of the beastman's hoof met that of his palm and he grunted from the surge of pain. Nevertheless, Remus wasted no time turning this surprise attack the other way around. He mustered up some more strength, gripping his fingers around the Satyr's hoof and twisting it with a feral might. The goatman's foot snapped off and it let out a pained bleating cry. Remus then release his grip on the broken leg and bolted onto the Satyr as it fell to the ground. He brought his hands up to its neck and pushed down hard, breaking the Satyr's throat and giving it a quick death. "No need to prolong the dumb beast's suffering." he thought.

 

[Green Shoes]

Prometheus staggered towards the group, clutching his side and slightly wheezing. The final Satyr had been slain, and the previous bickering had been replaced with stoney determinism. The blood from his gash had seeped through his shirt; it seemed the Rams horn had sliced over his liver, possibly the most tender area on his body. But he would live.

A quick glance revealed they were all there, and in fairly good nick. A few cuts and bruises, but Prometheus couldn't see much more.

"Is everyone okay?"

His voice carried neither humor nor sarcasm. Leaning against the kombi, he whipped the smashed glasses from his face. These were a good pair, dammit.

He gingerly probed the wound and let out a small cry; it had indeed pierced straight through his skin to his organ. This time, however, he doubted his liver could grow back overnight.

"Andrew, I need a little help over here!"

He cracked a weak smile as he took off his shirt, revealing to the group the two sizable wounds on his side, as well as his inhuman titan figure. Muscle twisted and warped over bones;shoulders that protruded too far; ribs that looked like curved swords.

Panting in the heat, he tried to lift the mood, awaiting medical attention.

"Well, at least we know we can handle his goons, so to speak."

 

[Lunar Templar]

From her perch on top of the van Aria, she had a great view of the field, although from the look of things the others had the situation well in hand, and just kept an eye out in case some one needed support. As she scanned around she spotted, an angel? no, upon closer inspection it was Nicole. Aria was confused, she though ever one was a demigod of some flavor, didn't know angels where involved, though the way she attacked reminded her less of an 'angelic figure' and more 'bird of prey'.

But before long the last enemy was slain and Prometheus staggered back over, calling out for Andrew, and Aria 'ported back to the ground. She'd already been calming down from her outburst, still a little winded but other wise fine. Until the sights and smells hit her. Aira was not a 'squeamish' girl, she'd hunted, cleaned and skinned her own kills, even eaten a heart out of one of them, but this was different, totally different. "I think I'm gonna be sick" she grounded after a few moments, and headed behind the van. With one and on the corner of the van she hunched over, then shortly after that, lost her breakfast on the road.

 

[DarkRawen]

The others took care of the rest of the satyrs. It seemed Etna had done something to them when she came out, the goat-men had seemed more confused when she stared at them. That was probably her power, whatever it was. Andrew looked towards Prometheus, knowing he had been hurt before, and the amount of blood made it clear that there was a huge cut in his side.

"Andrew, I need a little help over here!"

"Yeah." Prometheus took of the bloodied shirt as Andrew approached, showing of not only one, but two wounds. They were deep, at least one of them had pierced the guy's liver. Not to mention, it was quite clear the guy wasn't human from the shape of his muscles.

Fuck, this is way beyond what I can do anything about.

Having seen enough from the wounds to know that there were little he could do for the inside, he frowned, and grabbed Prometheus shirt, holding it against the wounds to try to stop the bleeding. They would need to rip up some more clothes, they could make use of the knife he had seen Nicole carrying too. They needed cloth as bandages, and probably another t-shirt to stop the blood. In this situation, that was all he could do. Something told him that calling an ambulance to pick up a titan wasn't the best idea. It didn't seem like the gods were watching over them either.

Damn it. If I had some tools, or something. Anything.

He was about to start asking people to get to work with the clothes. However, he felt odd. Weird. And the wounds seemed to be... closing? Was this normal for Prometheus? Or...

This is me, isn't it?

Any doubt disappeared as the feeling spread. Andrew couldn't help but have a baffled look, not removing either of his hands in case it would ruin the magic, or do something worse. The wounds appeared in his mind, so to say. A sort of knowledge of his power? Or just him remembering what he had already fixed? He had closed the inner one, the one that had cut the liver, and now the other ones was almost closed as well. He couldn't feel the blood spill out anymore, and carefully and slowly removed the t-shirt from the wounds. There was only 2 slight marks in the skin now, and he watched as they faded.

What the...

He stepped back, and looked at Prometheus. So... he was fine now? Andrew took a short moment to collect himself, to make sure he did not act like a fool even though he had just done something mind-blowing and strange. He was a demi-god, and the others could do a lot of weirder things, that was for sure.. Still, it was different when it was yourself.

"How are you feeling?" he asked. Andrew also turned to the other demigods, and asked: "Anyone else who needs to get fixed?"

Well, that was oddly convenient. And... amazing.

 

[Ruedyn]

"I think I'm gonna be sick."

Dan didn't have a chance to really combat too many of those, but he had managed to assist Remus in a murder, and had killing the one charging Aria. Drove a hole into its' heart, in fact, and left a goatman shaped dent in the van.

He couldn't help but smile a little, before noticing Aria had gone to the back of the van, and was throwing up breakfast. Dan strolled over, making sure to not step in the puddle. He bent over, patting Aria on the back.

"Let it out, combat is a whole different animal to anything else. If my dad wasn't Odin, I'd lose my lunch too." Dan got up when he felt she had finished, "To be honest with you, if you hadn't done that, I'd probably not talk to you again. I was bred for this, and even so I feel terrible." Dan sighed, before continuing.

"Even so, this won't be our last fight, I fear. We'll have plenty more fights, some more difficult and some less. Just promise me that by the end of this journey, you'll still feel horrible, still feel like you can't hold your lunch, and still feel human. Don't become desensitized to this, nobody should." Dan held out his hand in case she needed help getting up.

 

[Green Shoes]

"How are you feeling?"

Looking down, Prometheus saw his wound had closed and healed, leaving little trace of scarring save a thin, white line. He ran his fingers over it, unable to believe what had transpired.

"Son of Apollo indeed. That's...very handy! What did it feel like?"

Standing straight, he took the time to look closer at each member. Stephen seemed the next candidate for healing, and called over.

"You alright Stephen? Andrew, I think he needs some help."

He heard Aria throwing up and Dans comforting words, which brought his jaded cynicism to the surface. But instead of commenting sarcastically on the inevitable effects of combat, he kept silent. They deserved a small break, and instead went to the van and took out his cigarettes. Lighting one up, he spoke between puffs of smoke.

"We should continue as soon as we can, we're only an hour away. If anyone asks, our van rolled and that's why we're beat up. I also need a new shirt, does anyone have a spare? I don't really look too human without one...

With that, he reached in and fired up the engine, content to wait outside with the group until the shock had subsided.

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

"Is everyone okay?"

"NO!" Steven yelled, "My nose is broken and one of my ribs are fractured. I managed to get one of this things alive if anyone wants to question it."

Steven hand clutched his side as another gripped a wash cloth to the creatures leg. He looked over to see Prometheus was not in the best shape either, and ... Andrew, yes Andrew... was trying to stop the bleeding

"They are not the best things for a surgery," Steven began, "But I brought a tool box that should still be in the leg room of the passenger seat! If nothing else there is another rag you can use."

 

[Lunar Templar]

Aria coughed a few times as Dan spoke to her, then wiped her mouth off as she looked at him, still feeling a bit ill so she took his hand and let him help her back up "If it wasn't for the fact I feel so ill an just threw up, I'd kiss you right now" she said as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug "But thanks, for savin me, and I'll try" she said, holding to Dan. He felt good against her for some reason, she couldn't place it be she liked 'this', what ever it was "Would ya sit with me for the rest a the ride there?"