[ the guardian of last rites. steve can feel lorelai cling to his sleeve, terrified and shaking, and really that's all that steve focuses on. he steps back again, keeps her behind him as they move back, trying to get away. the trader and his moss ball son seem just as scared, and steve knows, knows this isn't good. but nero doesn't seem phased at all - not when he calls out, when he recognizes her, when he mentions his arm. steve would feel entirely out of his league if that wasn't a feeling he was so used to by now, so instead he focuses on what he can do. so with his eyes still on the fight, he asks lorelai: ]
Last rites how? You mean like- burial? Is this thing here because of Josselyn?
[ find out what he can, keep lorelai safe, keep distance, watch for the woods around them in case this thing isn't alone but be ready in case it gets through nero. even with his massive wings that steve's only seen once before, and his giant sword, or all of the crazy, insane, impressive, amazing things he can do, steve has to do his job too. he has to help somehow. and as they keep talking, as this thing keeps yelling and seething and ugh, god. steve's face scrunches up, the smell of this- of all of this is giving him a headache, but he swallows it back.
steve doesn't like the sound of whatever this monster is saying (she? does it now sound like a woman?) but he can't quite take his eyes off her, either. the way the mound of flesh shifts, how the shadows build to something worse, something bigger. it makes his stomach plummet, but he doesn't lose focus - nero spent his whole life fighting demons, and the longer they're here, the more this looks like one. nero's probably more and more in his element with each passing moment.
the trader steps back, away from them, and steve takes the opportunity to push him and lorelai another couple of steps in the opposite direction - a good plan, considering the way the monster leaps over nero and after the trader. steve tenses, ready for something worse, and keeps lorelai behind him.
there's gotta be something else they can do, right? something more to all of this? steve curses under his breath, sword ready. ]
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Last rites how? You mean like- burial? Is this thing here because of Josselyn?
[ find out what he can, keep lorelai safe, keep distance, watch for the woods around them in case this thing isn't alone but be ready in case it gets through nero. even with his massive wings that steve's only seen once before, and his giant sword, or all of the crazy, insane, impressive, amazing things he can do, steve has to do his job too. he has to help somehow. and as they keep talking, as this thing keeps yelling and seething and ugh, god. steve's face scrunches up, the smell of this- of all of this is giving him a headache, but he swallows it back.
steve doesn't like the sound of whatever this monster is saying (she? does it now sound like a woman?) but he can't quite take his eyes off her, either. the way the mound of flesh shifts, how the shadows build to something worse, something bigger. it makes his stomach plummet, but he doesn't lose focus - nero spent his whole life fighting demons, and the longer they're here, the more this looks like one. nero's probably more and more in his element with each passing moment.
the trader steps back, away from them, and steve takes the opportunity to push him and lorelai another couple of steps in the opposite direction - a good plan, considering the way the monster leaps over nero and after the trader. steve tenses, ready for something worse, and keeps lorelai behind him.
there's gotta be something else they can do, right? something more to all of this? steve curses under his breath, sword ready. ]