"It's alright, everyone is afraid of something. You managed to push through it anyways though, that's what counts."
If Andrew had been in his normal mood, he'd probably reply that she was wrong. He hadn't managed to push through it, not on his own, and that was all that mattered. However, standing up as quickly as he could without his legs giving in and him falling to the ground again, he looked at her, smiling carefully. "Thank you." Remembering that she had fallen down earlier, he checked her body for injuries, but she didn't seem to be hurt. He took a deep breath, then let go of her, somewhat ready to move on.
"Get that pussy up, there still might be something stalking about and he's no use to anyone if he's lying there messing himself"
Andrew felt more than a little annoyed. To have this guy mock him, the guy who had forced everyone into such a disadvantageous fight because of his lack of intellect, was insulting in more than one way. However, as much as he wanted to retort, he decided to ignore him, probably most of all because Aria spoke.
"Take a minute if you need to, No one seems to be hurt so no need to worry about that"
"It's fine," Andrew replied. "I'll get going now. Thanks, though." Honestly, there was still amounts of fear in him, no matter how he ignored it. Instead, he followed the rest of the group to that room, not only ignoring the angry guy completely as he did, acting like nothing happened, but mentally taking a note of not healing the guy unless it was lethal. It was negligence, really, when it came to his job, and when it came to being the group healer. However, Andrew would rather spare his energy saving the useful people, who he actually felt like acknowledging the existence of.
Before he entered the room, he checked his bow and arrows, both of which seemed to be
fine, if just as wet as him. Andrew readied the bow again, so he'd be ready for combat in an instance. He swept his wet hair away from his face, the last thing he needed was limited vision.
The room behind the door was full of corpses and books, and the only ones alive there seemed to be Dio and... that guy. The one from his dream, snarling and looking just as much as an animal as he had then. Andrew narrowed his eyes, but kept quiet, what he had seen was a memory mixed with his own sub-conciousness, not an actual conversation.
"Come in! Doors unlocked. Figured he wouldn't last too long."
Surprise attack? As if.
It wasn't surprising, really. The moment they had walked into the webs, Anansi could have informed Dio of it. Still, it made him wonder, did they even have a chance? Sadly, the arrow with the pre-made poison had been cleaned by the water, and Andrew wasn't sure if his arrow would even pierce Dio's flesh in the first place. However, like the other place they had met Dio, there was amounts of blood on the floor. Andrew dipped several arrows into the blood, and made them contain the same poison as he had made earlier.
"Concentrate all your attacks on his chest. Keep blasting at a single point, overwhelming the divine defenses worked on that physcho god with the mace. Keep him from that tattooed man, whatever he is doing. Don't get in a melee with him if you can. Be defensive if you are forced to fight at a close range."
Steven was yelling out tactics, and while Andrew agreed with a few points, the fact that the other had said them this close to the enemy rendered most of what the man said useless. Besides, there could be other ways to keep Dio occupied, right? He was underestimating them, or probably more correctly, gauging himself to be a lot stronger, having lowered his guard. Wouldn't it be possible to force him to stop working, though conversation, or other means?
We still don't know anything. Should we, somehow, manage to kill Dio... what happens then?
Andrew liked knowing things, to be sure. However, when Steven shot the bucket that Dio was using, all of those possibilities seemed to boil down to another fight. Rather than aiming at the chest -If he was going to use an arrow on really strong god, he would rather aim at the weaker spot, completely unprotected by bones. Therefore, he aimed at the god's stomach, hoping that his arrow would penetrate, and that his poison was strong enough to have an effect.
If Andrew had been in his normal mood, he'd probably reply that she was wrong. He hadn't managed to push through it, not on his own, and that was all that mattered. However, standing up as quickly as he could without his legs giving in and him falling to the ground again, he looked at her, smiling carefully. "Thank you." Remembering that she had fallen down earlier, he checked her body for injuries, but she didn't seem to be hurt. He took a deep breath, then let go of her, somewhat ready to move on.
"Get that pussy up, there still might be something stalking about and he's no use to anyone if he's lying there messing himself"
Andrew felt more than a little annoyed. To have this guy mock him, the guy who had forced everyone into such a disadvantageous fight because of his lack of intellect, was insulting in more than one way. However, as much as he wanted to retort, he decided to ignore him, probably most of all because Aria spoke.
"Take a minute if you need to, No one seems to be hurt so no need to worry about that"
"It's fine," Andrew replied. "I'll get going now. Thanks, though." Honestly, there was still amounts of fear in him, no matter how he ignored it. Instead, he followed the rest of the group to that room, not only ignoring the angry guy completely as he did, acting like nothing happened, but mentally taking a note of not healing the guy unless it was lethal. It was negligence, really, when it came to his job, and when it came to being the group healer. However, Andrew would rather spare his energy saving the useful people, who he actually felt like acknowledging the existence of.
Before he entered the room, he checked his bow and arrows, both of which seemed to be
fine, if just as wet as him. Andrew readied the bow again, so he'd be ready for combat in an instance. He swept his wet hair away from his face, the last thing he needed was limited vision.
The room behind the door was full of corpses and books, and the only ones alive there seemed to be Dio and... that guy. The one from his dream, snarling and looking just as much as an animal as he had then. Andrew narrowed his eyes, but kept quiet, what he had seen was a memory mixed with his own sub-conciousness, not an actual conversation.
"Come in! Doors unlocked. Figured he wouldn't last too long."
Surprise attack? As if.
It wasn't surprising, really. The moment they had walked into the webs, Anansi could have informed Dio of it. Still, it made him wonder, did they even have a chance? Sadly, the arrow with the pre-made poison had been cleaned by the water, and Andrew wasn't sure if his arrow would even pierce Dio's flesh in the first place. However, like the other place they had met Dio, there was amounts of blood on the floor. Andrew dipped several arrows into the blood, and made them contain the same poison as he had made earlier.
"Concentrate all your attacks on his chest. Keep blasting at a single point, overwhelming the divine defenses worked on that physcho god with the mace. Keep him from that tattooed man, whatever he is doing. Don't get in a melee with him if you can. Be defensive if you are forced to fight at a close range."
Steven was yelling out tactics, and while Andrew agreed with a few points, the fact that the other had said them this close to the enemy rendered most of what the man said useless. Besides, there could be other ways to keep Dio occupied, right? He was underestimating them, or probably more correctly, gauging himself to be a lot stronger, having lowered his guard. Wouldn't it be possible to force him to stop working, though conversation, or other means?
We still don't know anything. Should we, somehow, manage to kill Dio... what happens then?
Andrew liked knowing things, to be sure. However, when Steven shot the bucket that Dio was using, all of those possibilities seemed to boil down to another fight. Rather than aiming at the chest -If he was going to use an arrow on really strong god, he would rather aim at the weaker spot, completely unprotected by bones. Therefore, he aimed at the god's stomach, hoping that his arrow would penetrate, and that his poison was strong enough to have an effect.
