by Endesu » Fri Jan 25, 2008 3:56 am
42 was already up and running, not looking behind him as he went. Something still ate at him, clearly; his expression was somewhere between stunned and angered, and the horrible monster that had just recently been facing them seemed to have no effect on this state of mood.
The ceiling itself crumbled over the creature and fell. Unsurprisingly, the stone had no effect, either; it simply slid off the creature as it continued to follow, tentacles pounding at the walls. However, as Kelne fled, following 42, the creature reformed back into the Moogle shape it had held before; armor and half-cloak with it. Two tentacles remained, however, rearing out of its back and continuing the pounding. It proceeded to pursue its two targets, moving steadily but somewhat slowly. As such, the beating of its tentacles on the walls proceeded in such a fashion.
Not that Kelne saw any of this; he was already further down the stairs.
"Do you regularly run into creatures like this?," 42 queried as they continue to flee downward. "As I've said, I've never run into a creature which could resist a flat-out assault quite like that."
***
Stephen, frankly, concurred, as did the entirety of the squadron, swiftly heading below deck, leaving the Ducks behind. Their seeming objective completed, the Ducks simply... flew away. To where and from whence, no one would ever truly know.
The sight below deck was truly an imposing one; the figure that had transformed into a bandage-wrapped dragon some time ago had returned, blade drawn, and had set several of the mechanical items to waste. Not enough, apparently, to send the ship down, but enough to cause it to quake as it continued on its path.
Justin had clearly crossed blades with it, and the two were, at least temporarily, in a deadlock. The figure, for the moment, turned slightly to the newcomers and sniggered, jumping back from Justin's stance and taking them all in at once. "It seems as if my... friends... did their task well enough... sneaking onto your ship, dismantling it partially, and attacking your captain with little to no trouble at all," Aruru continued to snicker. "Even now, your ship will slowly fail and plunge into the abyss you have here..."
"You seem terribly overconfident," Justin responded, flatly, blade lowered but ready. "As it stands, you are somewhat outnumbered, and the quarters here are, arguably, far too cramped for you to make a stand as you did last time."
He then turned to the Minions and Anti-Minions, raising his blade. "Do what you do best, Minions - make her life miserable!"
***
"Very well," Titus replied, seemingly uncaring. "As far as the village goes... I knew the settlement, to be sure, and those who dwelled within in... the grave stone I knelt at... her grave stone... was of a soul whom I once held intimately. We had even conceived a child of sorts...," he trailed off, mumbling further. Once again, the word 'survivor' was uttered, amongst others that Greg failed to catch.
"You could say... that I know what that place was, far too intimately... perhaps not the grave stones, but the location itself, the buildings... the former people..." Something further follow that, but it was, once more, under his breath.