[HH 2 v ??] You will die with regrets | Alex & Mac | FIN

[Enoh Love]

Mac hissed, struggling against the foggy creatures that insisted on holding him down. He managed to hit his knee off something but he wasn't entirely sure what it was, but he imagined - hoped, really - that it wasn't Alex. He kind of needed the other boil if he wanted a shot at surviving this.

"How about you go home, and we'll follow." He suggested, though he had absolutely no idea of actually falling through with his little suggestion.

OOC

HP: 10/40
Target: Mob
Damage: 1

 

[Dragain]

]No. it continued to demand. Come home.

The hands over their faces were now so numerous that it wasn't leaving them with much space to see anything but hands, and the force of the fingers tugging on their limbs had increased. The tentacle holding them down curled backwards, the tip curling around Mac's neck.

Home.

OOC

Total HP : 20/60
Damage done: 5
Targets: Mac only

Enoh Love

Why aren't the two of you using your Fears 8T

Seussi

 

[Seussi]

"Or, better yet, you can just go home and I'll send you a lovely parting gift." Alex added on, though his words were muffled by the misty hands that were now practically attempting to smother him beneath their writhing masses. Again he had to be thankful that he didn't really need to breathe, otherwise this might be just a tad bit suffocating.

He was not about to give up the fight, however. He as much as it just seemed like at this point it would be easiest to just quit, to lay down and die, he couldn't let that happen. He had more he needed to do. He had friends that he needed to try and save. He brought his arm up and down, digging a bony elbow into the large tentacle that still pressed him down against the floor, refusing to move.

OOC

HP: 8/40
Target: Insanity Monster
Damage: 5

 

[Enoh Love]

Mac choked as the tendrils curled around his neck. After a moment or two of trying to claw his way free he gave up and changed tactics, concentrating his FEAR into the oar now gripped tightly in both hands. Once he was ready he smashed the side of the beast with the flat end, but didn't stop there. The barrage continued, the long weapon slicing and slamming into the beast.

When the affect wore off he fell to one knee, panting and holding his chest. Ouch, he hurt.

Quote:

HP: 5/40
Target: Mob
Damage: Swift Strikes - 14

 

[Dragain]

The fog figures faltered, removing their hands from the two students. Although they had no eyes, they seemed to be staring at them, forming a small, tight circle around them-

"Move!"

It was hard to tell what happened next; there was a flash of something blue hitting the insanity creature, and then two somethings pulling the boils away by the collar. As they were dragged away, they could see the insanity monster fading away, back into the fog. However, the foggy figures gave chase, their hands reaching for them.

Home home home...

And then they went home.

OOC

Total HP : 0/60
Damage done: n/a
Targets: n/a

Enoh Love

Seussi