[ it doesn't feel any better knowing that they both agree who to save here. keith has his own reasons -- a little kid somehow doesn't seem as likely to survive whatever the kelpies want. she probably has family here. she's too young to comprehend what's happening, let alone come up with a possible plan of escape. the reasons go on and on, but it does not make watching meredith turn and put up a fight any easier. ]
I'll come back for you!
[ he yells over his shoulder as he rushes across the street. the screaming on this side of the street's already stopped as the kid drops unconscious with the press of a chloroform rag to her face. the kelpie rears up, snapping elongated jaws in warning. it's not a warning keith takes though as he does a running jump into the air and slices straight through one of the kelpie's unnaturally long and bony arms. twisting and writhing, the monster shrieks, flails and starts to shrink back.
kill it, kill it, kill it -- you have to kill it now! the instinct is downright intrusive, like it's nails being scratched down a chalkboard over and over. kill it now before it comes back. kill it now before it can hurt anyone else. kill it!
the priorities ought to be more obvious: the unconscious kid. meredith. pursuing an injured kelpie should take the backseat here, but there's a curse on his bayard and a price to be paid for activating it that keith isn't aware of that's tampering with his head. barely stopping to catch his breath -- he pursues, throwing his sword to lodges the blade straight between the facsimile of humman shoulder blades. the creature staggers with a disconcertingly human wail.
as far as his paranoia fueled brain is concerned, this is all very well and good. but time's a wasting and meredith may not be faring so well.... ]
cw: arm dismemberment, violence (sorry about the l;dr)
I'll come back for you!
[ he yells over his shoulder as he rushes across the street. the screaming on this side of the street's already stopped as the kid drops unconscious with the press of a chloroform rag to her face. the kelpie rears up, snapping elongated jaws in warning. it's not a warning keith takes though as he does a running jump into the air and slices straight through one of the kelpie's unnaturally long and bony arms. twisting and writhing, the monster shrieks, flails and starts to shrink back.
kill it, kill it, kill it -- you have to kill it now! the instinct is downright intrusive, like it's nails being scratched down a chalkboard over and over. kill it now before it comes back. kill it now before it can hurt anyone else. kill it!
the priorities ought to be more obvious: the unconscious kid. meredith. pursuing an injured kelpie should take the backseat here, but there's a curse on his bayard and a price to be paid for activating it that keith isn't aware of that's tampering with his head. barely stopping to catch his breath -- he pursues, throwing his sword to lodges the blade straight between the facsimile of humman shoulder blades. the creature staggers with a disconcertingly human wail.
as far as his paranoia fueled brain is concerned, this is all very well and good. but time's a wasting and meredith may not be faring so well.... ]