by ChristianC » Thu Sep 30, 2010 3:57 pm
Ellie's happiness regarding the door keeping the strangers out lasted for a whole two seconds before the sound of breaking wood reached her ear. With his strength, and an unconscious connection to the contracts his master allowed him access to, Harry ripped apart the shed-door, which was already strained to the point of damage, like it was made of paper-machê.
Sorter, meanwhile, found himself almost swallowed by the shadows in the corner of the little house and to the others he vanished like he'd never been there. The darkness, both inside and out, certainly helped him in his disappearance.
Those who hadn't gotten up yet were definitely stirring, missing an ogre of a man tearing through wood with his fists was quite likely impossible. What Harry saw outside, however, most likely threw him off-guard.
Standing there were the owners of the two voices, the man and the woman, but they weren't human. One of them, quite likely the woman, had a pale, almost white hue to her skin and wore a black jacket over an equally white top, her pants the same color as her jacket. Her clothes shimmered slightly in the light from some streetlights that were turned on at the school grounds. Her hair was jet-black and smooth, pulled back and it seemed to stand almost straight backwards in tests, looking almost like feathers, and her features were very sharp, almost pointy. She was simply staring at the open door in wide-eyed wonder, having only taken a few steps backwards.
The man, in difference, was tremendous, easily six and a half feet, if not more, with a simple red, short-sleeved shirt (there was a small logo on the chest, but no one in their right mind would be reading that anyway) and he wore a pair of jeans that looked like they'd seen better days. The man was beyond brawny, his fists like large boulders and the shirt straining against his chest. He had a ruddy look on him, but his hair and eyes were dark brown, as was his beard and the hair on his arms and chest, which was plenty. He didn't look quite as surprised as the woman, instead bracing himself if Harry wanted a fight. He even snarled, 'though this might've been some sound of surprise.
"Wh..." The woman began, but the man was faster, already up at where Harry was and swinging his fist at him!
[Decide how you want to act! I will deal with the rolling and such once I know what people are up to!]