Bumps and Bruises

Helotes Lykoi · 05-19-2012, 11:43 AM

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The disarmament of Emmanuelle seemed to turn her own, and it seemed she moved to a whole other mental level as she faced off with Raoth. Helotes watched with impressed intrigued as the girl, who was obviously still very green with the staff, managed to trip Raoth up, even despite his training. There were several blows exchanged, nothing that would leave anything more than bumps and bruises, but soon Raoth’s bow was sent clattering to the ground by Emmanuelle’s ferocity.

Helotes lifted his hands to clap congratulatory and was about to give them both a compliment when Raoth struck like a snake, retrieving his staff and swinging like a madman. Helotes did not have much time to react, but his lifted a forearm in time to relay the end of the stick to his face rather than his throat; it hit with a resounding snap, and the Hydra could feel flesh and muscles split, and a sharp, stinging pain just below and above his eye.

Once the momentary shock was gown, umber eyes turned to see the mute man fleeing, CHINGA MADRE! Helotes cursed, and after several long strides caught the boy by the scruff of the neck and threw him to the ground, Usted muchacho estúpido, estúpido! He said, staring down with loathing upon the boy. Already he could feel the hot liquid pouring from his face, but he could not see how bad his injuries were until he had taken care of the boy.

Quickly, the large Lykoi pulled the youth over to his shackles, and attached them tightly and to one of the posts of the mansions posts. Raoth struggled, but ultimately failed, and hissed wordlessly at Helotes before quieting. Helotes was snarling, but suddenly remembered his feminine pupil and turned to Emma. His face hurt like hell.

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