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It took a little while to drive to their destination.  After finding out the identity of the two women who apparently have a sinister interest in Corrine, Trevor and Sand arrive at the house.  It looks fairly affluent, but not exactly mansion material.

Sand got out of the car.  "Nice place."

Date: 2006-09-15 06:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] monstersociety.livejournal.com

this house and your friend

to stop us? Somehow



Their eyes glow again, and mystic bolts emerge from each of their eyes, hitting Sand square in the chest.

Date: 2006-09-15 06:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hotshot1280.livejournal.com
Trevor doesn't need to be told twice, and holds his ground as he clasps his still-burning hands over his head. As he closes his eyes, trying to ignore the fear, the fire intensifies. It grows in intensity and heat; first orange, then yellow, before finally passing over some invisible threshold and bursting out with blue-white intensity from Trevor's hands.

Date: 2006-09-15 07:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] monstersociety.livejournal.com
The creature, although not dispelled, screeches as he pulls up from the dive. But not before his claws find Trevor's abdomen.

As the glow of the attack dies, He sidles up for another approach.

Date: 2006-09-15 07:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hotshot1280.livejournal.com
Trevor takes the swipe hard, falling to his back as the blunt trauma plate that Caleb insisted he incorporate shreds under the things claws.

Stupid stupid STUPID Trevor berates himself as he rolls, opening his eyes to make sure his guts are still on the side of the skin they belong on. They are, but Trevor can see that he'll have at least three rows of stitches running up his stomach by the end of the day. Assuming of course that he lives to see the end of the day.

Ignoring the streams of blood running down his shirt and jeans, Trevor looks up in time to see the shadow-creature coming in for another pass.

"Shit!" This time Trevor tries something new, throwing up a wall of fire, hoping to wrap it around the thing.

"If you have to bring this place down on top of us, do it, before this thing hits something that isn't armored, Sand!"

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