One True Weakness

[BeautifullyxMad]

The Witches...

Since the beginning of time, witches have wandered the earth, protecting the balance of things and keeping everything even. One slight tilt in the balance of nature could cause dire consequences, but as time went on, witches began steering off their set path and doing other things.

With normal magic a witch is capable of a variety of things. Producing spells that can call upon the elements and celestial events to help maintain the natural balance of things. They could heal, fix, mend, feel nature, help things grow, and make a number or herbal compounds and brews. They were always meant to help...

However under the influence of dark magic a witch could completely lose themselves. Dark magic is consuming and once using it a witch is taking a constant risk of total affliction. Dark magic involves killing creatures, cursing, and curse-breaking. There are those who will die from affliction, but there are others that will survive.

Those who survive affliction of dark magic are granted immense power, and the knowledge that if they lose control, even once after overcoming the darkness, they could die. With the power comes extreme responsibility and only the worthy can hold that type of power.

Witches, age and develop like humans and can die as such. Their emotions play in to how their magic works, and they can feel nature deeply. A witch can never be another species, not without giving up their power

The Werewolves...

Bound to the full moon, these creatures are always miserable. Human most of the time, but one night of the month they undergo a painful transformation into that of a wolf. They have heightened senses and agility as well as extended life, though they are not completely immortal. The full moon grants them more power as well.

The werewolves are weakened by silver, wolf's bane, and their exceeding jealousy towards vampires. They can get around being in the sun as where they have to transform every full moon.

The Vampires...

Amongst the most ruthless creatures of them all, vampires are the last supernatural breed to have been made. They are humans made better, but there are many flaws with them. Immense Strength, speed, heightened senses and emotions, and an insatiable urge to drink human blood. Blood makes them heal faster, and it also makes them hard to kill if you don't know how. They are the only immortal creature.

They burn in sunlight, wood can kill them if stabbed through the heart, much like decapitation, wilted sunflowers burn their skin and can sedate them if ingested, and ultraviolet weaponry can kill them as well. However, there is one case where the vampire feeds on energy and will not burn up in the sunlight... Nor do ultraviolet weapons affect him. He is special though...

The Humans...

For Centuries the humans went on completely unaware of the supernatural around them. They were naive, greedy, and as they became more and more aware of those around them... They began to hunt them in their need to have power over them. They tried to purge the world of them, but have been increasingly unsuccessful. They are now aware of witches, werewolves, and vampires... But there is one human above all else that wants them all dead.

The Cursed Hunter...

Word was spread that a hunter was cursed and was out to end the immortal race of vampires and kill off all werewolves and witches. No one knows where he came from, but his first target was the curious case of vampire. This caused the vampire to meet a very special witch, and now the cursed hunter has ordered his employees to keep an ever watchful eye on them and kill them at the right moment... If he can.

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Rhiannon Lockwood

She won't tell you how old she is|Posing as 21|Witch

Rhiannon understands dark magic, having survived an affliction in her life. She doesn't like to rely on others, but she knows when she has to. She is generally composed and cool, but has been known to have quite the temper as well.

Because she survived an affliction, adjusting to her new power has been rather hard.

[I just wanted to get up a few things the rest I'm leaving for the role play.]

[Emporerz]

Christoph Breigheart

It had only been a few weeks since he woke up from his long, long slumber. His memories of the time before he closed his eyes so many years ago were completely faded from his mind, making it impossible to remember much more than his name. He wasn't even exactly sure what he was to be honest. At first he thought he might be like all the others - walking sacks of meat and water, wandering through life at such a rush of a pace. But after a few days, it became apparent why he was different. He was significantly stronger for a start. They couldn't lift something larger than twice their size in most cases, whereas he could easily yank a car off the road while it was moving at full speed and throw it in the opposite direction. He could run rather fast, too. Jump over low-rise buildings and even catch projectiles that moved too quickly to see with the regular eye. Just what was he? Often, he was called a monster. The thought amused him greatly - what if he was merely a monster? Nothing special, just an abnormal creature born with destruction in mind. Hell, that sounded like fun! The only thing he didn't really understand about himself was where he got his energy from. He could eat anything and gain sustenance. Was he like everyone else after all? In the end, he honestly had no idea.

During his wanderings, it became apparent that he was no longer being left alone. People had started noticing him more and more often, soon followed by some other people who had weapons. Of course, they posed little threat to someone with the strength of a mammoth, speed of a super-car and the dexterity of the wind itself. But as the days progressed, they continued to chase him wherever he may go - coming in greater numbers and with better weapons. It was on a day like this that he ran into the her.

--

Legs dangled up in the air, carefully balancing himself as he walked at her side - though he turned heads, as usual. Planting his gloved hands against the ground and continuing forward to his next step, passing over his second hand and then repeating the action. Humming to himself happily, he kept pace with her. Suddenly, he kicked his legs downwards and hoisted himself up, fluidly keeping up with her during the somersault and ending up walking backwards, just at her side. The wind tickled at the back of his neck, causing his dark scarlet locks of hair to whip about his face a little. Turning his large, blood-red hues towards the female - he grinned.
"You always look so gloomy, Sarah." he announced loudly - obviously lacking control of his own volume. He also knew this wasn't her name, but quickly forgot every time she reminded him, so he'd come out with some random woman's name. She'd have probably gotten used to it by now.
She didn't seem too pleased with his statement, so he shrugged either shoulder and turned around to face the direction they were headed. Why they were going this way he didn't know, nor did he much care - as long as there were interesting things along the way. Speaking of interesting things...
He suddenly disappeared from her side, now crouching just in front of a window that showed off a selection of foreign masks. Pressing his gloved palms against the cool glass, he hummed in awe - squeezing his cheek to the glass to try and get a better look. After a quick moment, he decided that he wanted to touch one. His hand shunted against the glass quickly, causing it to break into millions of shards that rained down over his head and all over the ground. Un-phased, he plucked a few of the masks from their stands and looked at them closely - though by now, the store owner had rushed out to see just what was going on. Finding a weird man sorting through his wares after breaking the glass was probably the last thing he expected but nonetheless, he wasn't about to let him get away with it.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he barked, shoving a wrinkled hand against the male's shoulder before attempting to yank him back and away from his masks. Chris just glanced up at him with a rather puzzled expression. His body refused to move with such a small amount of strength - causing the store owner even further anger.
"Get up! I'm calling the police!" he announced loudly, trying to pull him up again. The vampire cocked his head to one side, before shoving his palm against the man's chest - sending him catapulting back and rolling against the pavement, coming to a stop some 50 feet away.
"You're annoying!" he laughed, returning his attention to the masks. Carefully, he fastened one to his head and picked up a few others, carrying them back to Rhiannon hurriedly.
"Madeline, look what I found!" he grinned sheepishly, offering one to her.

[BeautifullyxMad]

Life for Rhiannon Lockwood had always been nothing short of interesting. She had seen a lot, experienced a lot, and she knew even more than what she let on. Of course, she didn't like for people to know who or what she was, but with humans growing more and more aware of the things that were actually around them, this proved to be hard. It had been the first time she had come down from the mountainside in decades and she had been ambushed by hunters, only to have this peculiar creature save her.

What he was she even had trouble explaining, but there was one thing she did know. He wasn't human. She didn't much care though because she wasn't human either. She was very capable of their emotions and their trivialities, but all of that seemed to mean nothing to her now. Especially after decades of struggle against the darker side of herself. The side that had willingly given itself up to dark magic. She didn't much mind the matter now, but she did mind that things were just going to get more difficult if she couldn't control herself. She had to keep her emotions in check at all times, especially anger. It magnified her powers in ways that she would rather not imagine, but traveling with Christoph had proven to keep her calm. Perhaps it was the childish nature he had about him for being something that most would consider a monster.

She didn't see him that way though... She saw him as a misunderstood creature. Much like she was.

. . . .

The day had been warmer than usual, she could feel it under every inch of her skin and she made sure not to wear anything plainly on her face, especially with the weight of her old books in the bag on her arm. He had called her random names for a time now, but she generally didn't care... At least not anymore. Correcting him was now a waste of breath seeing as though he would just continue to call her the wrong name. One day he would call her the right name. At least she hoped. He was truly odd, but she shook her head at his statement. "Do I look so gloomy? Hmmm... Perhaps I'm not trying hard enough to look happy." the sarcasm dripped from her lips. She continued to walk on, even though Chris seemed to be interested in something behind the glass. She had learned to just let him do what he wanted, even if it was a good way to get them found out.

Hearing the glass shatter didn't phase her entirely, though she did briefly look over her shoulder to see that he had punched right through it and she shook her head and grumbled, "Here we go." She sat on a nearby bench, waiting for the scene to play out. If the store owner had been a hunter she would have picked up on it by now, but for now she didn't bother herself with it. Chris was more than capable of handling himself. He seemed to just have that kind of luck. So, instead of getting involved, she opened the tattered binding of one of her books and began reading and within a few moments Chris was offering her a mask. She accepted it after she closed her book and put it away and looked at it. "Pretty."

Her voice was monotonous, but she wasn't going to be bothered with the triviality of something that piqued Chris' interest. She knew better than that. However, she tucked the mask in her bag and got up to continue walking. She didn't feel up for a conversation, but something didn't set right with her suddenly, and she stopped abruptly. She turned her head to look behind them and she raised a brow. She looked down to her left hand and she made a fist first before she slowly opened it, finger by finger and she felt something pulse through her middle and ring fingers. She looked over in the direction they came from, and turned herself to look to Christoph. They were being followed.

"We've got a couple of followers." she whispered to him, "They seem harmless, but interested. Wouldn't be hard to knock them out and feed them something to forget about this." she stated, her eyes shifting in the direction that she found the people in. They had been following them for some time she guessed, seeing as they stopped to busy themselves whenever she looked over their way and she just allowed herself to sigh slightly. "Or you could always have fun with them. Choice is yours. I need to stop in the incense shop up here for a few things." she motioned her head forward to the shop in question. Today was already turning out to be interesting, that much was certain.

[Emporerz]

She accepted the mask he offered, saying something about it as she did so - though he was much too preoccupied with fastening a second one to the back of his head. Upon his face now lay an overly dramatised, gaping frown and a grin over the back of his head. He had one left, a puzzled expression decorating the face of the detailed craft. Cocking his head a little, he quickly scanned the surroundings and found a young boy running - probably trying to find his parents or something like that. Chris caught him by the shirt as he tried to run by, halting his sprint and bringing him back around to face the masked vampire. Without a word, he fastened the puzzled mask over the child's awed expression, before pushing him off back into a sprint - which the kid didn't expect, causing him to fall over in the process. Cackling from behind his mask, Chris returned to Rhi's side, humming to himself once again. A peculiar tune that naught but he knew. He did not break the song as Rhi mentioned people following them - nor did he give much of an inkling that he was even listening. But at the mention of fun, he stopped walking.
"Fun?" he echoed, turning abruptly to face the opposite direction - causing the two followers to also stop and turn to something else, attempting to feign innocence. Unfortunately for them, he could hear their heartbeats from where he stood - catching the slight skip once he turned around to face them.
"If they're interested in me, it'd be rude to not say hello~." he sung happily, tightening either glove slightly as he spoke. Within an instant, his image vanished - practically dissolving into the very wind. It was only after he had landed just behind the closer of the two followers, were the average human eye able to catch his movements once more. The gentle flutter of his jacket lowering from the sudden movements was the only hint that he had appeared behind the male. He turned quickly to face the vampire, stumbling backwards in utter shock.
"Nina told me that you are interested in me... Is that right?" he crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head somewhat. The male scampered to his feet, gesturing to his partner for help.
The other follower stepped forward, lunging towards the vampire with a dagger. Knowing this was coming, Chris stepped to the side, avoiding the attack with relative ease - only he felt something odd suddenly. A few drops of what appeared to be water had sprayed his fingers. Heavy plumes of steam rose from the wet patches, his gloves melting away from under the drops until it made contact with his skin - searing him audibly. He did not make a sound or move however, too intrigued with the feeling to discern whether or not it was a negative or positive experience. The dagger glinted in the sunlight as it swung forwards again - catching his jacket this time and shearing through it easily, but ultimately missing him. Chuckling gently, his hand practically appeared around the attacker's skull - before it was shunted into the dirt underfoot so hard that he was buried to his elbows. The sight made Christoph burst into uncontrollable laughter, catching his stomach and doing a little dance of joy. The first man had regained his footing now, moving to assist his partner with an attack of his own - only he wasn't as lucky. After a few snaps here and a crack or two there, he was on the ground - arms ad legs bent and twisted in awkward angles and set in such a manner than he looked like a human table. He screamed in absolute agony, which somehow was drowned out by the sound of Chris' laughter once more.
"You two look so silly!" he cried out, clapping in delight. The screaming did not stop, even after Chris calmed down a little - causing him to get a little annoyed with incessant noise.
"So noisy!" he lifted a single leg high - before smashed his heel against the poor man's head, snapping his neck easily and planting his face in the dirt. Taking a deep breath and a long exhale, the vampire regained his composure before prancing back towards where he had left Rhi, only to find that she was no longer around. Glancing about quickly, it quickly became obvious that she was not within sight. Shrugging his shoulders, he pranced on - knowing that she'd turn up sooner or later. Once again, he began humming the same tune he had beforehand, spirits lightening every time he did so.

[BeautifullyxMad]

Christoph was off the moment the word fun left her lips it seemed, but she didn't bother to wait up for him. She needed to get a few things from the incense store, knowing that most were owned and operated by witches. It was the only truly successful way for one to hide it seemed, but when she walked into the store the clerk looked at her with wide eyes. "Leave!" she shouted, her eyes widening as Rhiannon walked forward and touched her face. After a moment the woman calmed and fell to the ground, a spell that Rhiannon had learned in her earliest years. She knew that when the woman woke she would probably wonder why fifty dollars was lying on the counter, but she would know when she browsed her inventory.

Rhiannon sighed a bit and took up one of the brown paper bags and filled it with the supplies she needed. Wolf's bane, wilted sunflowers, silver trinkets, a candle or two, and a variety of incense scents. Closing her bag she had heard the laughter outside die out, the laughter that had been coming from Christoph. She shook her head and when she exited the store she saw the bodies and shook her head. "Find peace." she breathed and she continued to walk down the street, heading towards where she found Chris. He acted so childish at times it made her wonder, but she always knew to not ask about why he was acting the way he was. She would never get a straight answer.

"Have fun?" she asked him, opening her bag and tossing him a trinket. She knew he would probably ask as to why she was giving it to him, but she knew he would need it. "Wear it. The full moon is coming up and though you are stronger than the rest, six packs of wolves, even with the help of a witch, would be hard to fight off if you are detectable. That should throw them off." she explained, putting on her own, and she could feel the weight of it as it dangled around her neck. It was an interesting looking piece of jewelry. She did love her trinkets, just as she loved her herbs and books. She also loved knowing that even though she had been down on her luck that she had someone there who had saved her.

She looked around the streets seeing the humans who glared at Chris. She knew why, but she would never send those looks his way. He was different and didn't bother to hide it. He embraced it where she could not. If people knew what she was she knew what would happen to her. The same thing that had happened to a few of her mentors. She would be chained to a cross and burned. Then she would be dumped in the ocean. The thought no longer scared her, but she could feel something breathing down her neck, and she turned her head as she walked and she saw a man with the mark of a hunting group from the mountains there. She closed her fist quickly and then opened it, moving her wrist in a circular motion. It caused the man to fall and spin in a circle momentarily before the sickening crack of his neck could be heard.

She moved as if nothing happened, but she knew that Chris would have noticed it. She killed someone, but she had a million times before. He usually got that honor, but she didn't want him to alarm the humans around them.

[Emporerz]

[Damn you write quickly.]

He was not surprised when she found him first - or to be more precise, he had heard the unique sound of her heart once she exited the store. He turned to face her once she caught him, the same dramatic expression of the mask staring down at her. Once she had placed the small trinket in his palm, he lifted it high and held it close to the mask so he could see through the small crack in the eyes. Rhi turned to deal with something else, leaving Chris to his own devices with the trinket. Of course, that was probably not a good idea. He pulled the mask up until it sat on his forehead, revealing his lips. Opening them wide, he snapped the amulet up and swallowed it whole. At first, it didn't seem to do much, but soon enough, he felt rather ill in the stomach. He stumbled away quickly, moving to a nearby wall before gagging and bringing back up what his stomach didn't want - the amulet. It clattered against the brick before settling on the ground, rather covered in stomach acid. Coughing quietly, he squat down over the object and probed at it with a finger.
"It tasted bad..." he announced, as though she needed to know this. A look of disappointment and discomfort came over his features, which was probably the first she'd seen of it. Plucking it from the ground, he whipped it about to try and dry it off, before shoving it into his pocket and ultimately forgetting about it. Unfortunately, he now had a rather bad taste in his mouth.
"Wendy!" he called after her, catching up with a quick jog, "I smell something."
They had taken care of the 3 hunters that were most obvious so far, but there were many more in this town alone. Ripping the masks from his head, he tossed them aside as they had been impeding his senses. Sniffing at the air quickly, he spun around - taking in different size breaths. Scrunching his nose a little, he lifted his burnt hand to sniff it too, comparing the scents.
"More...?" he thought aloud, before licking his wound gingerly. He spat the taste out immediately, whining to himself.
"Hot water tastes bad."

Eyes followed the duo as they continued down their path, hunters from across the globe brought in for the sole purpose of hunting a single target. That vampire - the fastest, strongest yet seemingly youngest of the entire covenant.
"Get ready." the radio growled, the same order being given all over the town.

His ear twitched gently at the odd sound, having never heard something quite like it before.
"Same person... Everywhere. But nowhere..." he mentioned, uncaring if she was even listening to him at this point. He could tell when danger lurked - but when it was this intense, he knew to be careful. Even he - as quick and strong as he was, would be unable to contend with an entire town's worth of people.

[BeautifullyxMad]

[Sorry.]

Rhiannon's eyes looked him over when he placed the trinket in his mouth. Of course it didn't taste good, it wasn't meant to be eaten, but she also knew this was just his way of examining things. Just like an infant most of the things she gave him went straight into his mouth. She could have told him it was poison and he probably would have still insisted on putting it in his mouth. Still, when he said something about smell she took some alarm to it, even if she didn't show it. He was good about that sense, and she was good about keeping their arses covered if the crowds were too large. Most of the time it was nothing extravagant. Just something simple to keep the people rooted long enough so they could escape which was generally easy. When she heard the noise she shook her head and looked at Chris.

"We have to go. Now." she hissed and she turned and saw a few more hunters behind them and she could have cursed. They were found out which could go one or two ways. Considering the sheer amount of people Chris wouldn't be able to have actual fun, but he would be able to disable a few people, but one at a time. The great thing about magic was it had a broad spectrum and she looked to him and sighed. She studied the area around them, a few more circling in on them, and she looked at Chris. "I can only you help so much, Chris."

The sound of a gun shot caused her to hold out her hand and a powerful wind caused another sickening crack to come, a few people being shoved back with the sheer force of the wind she had created. Her eyes were slowly turning from their normal violet color and into a much darker color. It happened when she felt threatened. It was her body's way of protecting her and when one lunged at her she held her hands forward and whispered something in an unknown language and an even stronger wind was forced out at him. She turned to run. "Get out of here, Chris. I can keep them distracted long enough." Her voice for once wasn't void of anything. She was practically begging for him to do this. She knew the spell she could use to get out of this one, but she wanted to make sure that the hunters didn't get what they wanted.

As much an anomaly Chris was, the hunters were not supposed to have him. That would greatly upset the balance of nature and no matter how hard she tried not to care about that, she still did. She continued to run on and she dug into her bag and took out a fistful of some odd looking herb and when she blew it at the hunters on her tail it exploded in their faces and trapped them where they were. She had learned quite a few tricks from reading.

[Emporerz]

[Why're you apologising? XDDD]

The gunshot caused Chris to scamper to the side, his instincts screaming for escape. His blood-red hues lay wide, taking in every last detail of what he could see in split-second moments. Within an instant, he had a complete grasp of how many enemies there were, what weaponry they held and the best possible escape route.
As Rhi tried her best to get as much heat on her as possible to drag them away from him, he stood - readying himself for the coming gauntlet. Whipping his dark, scarlet strands of hair out of his face - a serious, determined expression claimed his features.

Her legs would sweep up from the ground, her frame falling into the secure hold of the vampire as he came up behind the witch, hoisted her up into his arms and continued forwards - not missing a stride in his sprint. It didn't take much to outrun the men whom had surrounded them at first, but it became obvious that they had planned for the two to try and break through for an escape. There were hunters at every corner - on every rooftop, all of which carrying some kind of weapon that could easily kill them if it made contact.
The sound of a weapon's safety clicking off drew his attention upwards, only just now noticing two men wielding crossbows. He had seen them before he slept, so long ago - but where and in what context? But that didn't matter right now! Those were modified versions! Two large barrels hung on either side of the long weapons, loading stakes into the main firing mechanism. Suddenly, a hell-storm of sharpened wood rain down upon the duo.
Clicking his tongue, he skid to a stop, spinning on his heel and ducking to the side in time to get her out of the fire - but not without taking a full stab to the back of his thigh. The stake remained in his leg as he ran through the alleyway he had fled into - guiding his blood down it's length before letting it trickle against the ground and leave a trail for their pursuers to follow.
As they neared the exit which would lead onto the next street, a bucket was tossed in from around the corner - it's contents spilling out into the air towards them. Immediately, he recognised the scent - the same thing that had touched his hand earlier. With only a second to react, he released his grip on the witch, shoving her down and hopping over her mid-air, taking the full brunt of the fluid that missed for the most part, save for a good splash that caught his eyes.
A bone-chilling cry of pain left the vampire's lips as the fluid began it's work, burning and searing into his eyes. Stumbling forward, he bat around wildly as the damage sunk in, removing his sight entirely. The woman who had been stationed there, waiting for the right moment to drench them in holy water, was caught by his wild attacks - sent kart-wheeling back into a nearby wall, dying instantly.
He dropped to the ground, writhing in complete torture - grabbing, prying and scratching at his eyes which boiled with the fluid's intrusion.
"Omega is down, form a perimeter around the two and take them out together."

[BeautifullyxMad]

[I don't know. >>]

Rhiannon felt something lift her, but almost as quickly she placed on the ground and she could tell that this was supposed to be their end. Supposed to be. Just because Chris was temporarily out of commission didn't mean anything. To a witch, Holy Water was ineffective because they were ultimately human as well. Aside from the face that they could conjure magic at will. She also had quite a darker streak. She could tell that they were closing in on her and she opened her bag and quickly scattered some herbs around her and Chris. "Not today. Dammit, I worked too hard to get away from these hunters in the first place." she muttered and she could hear the weapons cock and she cracked her knuckles, making sure that Chris was still in the boundaries of her herbs.

"Ignes sine finem!" she shouted and face came up around them and a strong wind pushed back the hunters. She grabbed hold of Chris' arm, and the fire soon forms a protective bubble around them, and she crushed up a few other herbs and she tossed them in his face, and after a few moments she could see the searing from the holy water slowly starting to go away. "I have enough power to know most of them out, just tell me when you can see so we can get ourselves out of here." she spoke, kneeling beside him and dabbing his face with the cloth on her jacket.

She could hear the weapons cocking again, but the moment the stakes hit the fire they were disintegrated from the sheer heat of it. She couldn't hold the shield much longer and she took Chris' hand. Perhaps she could channel his energy to take down most of them and the moment the fire disappeared her eyes changed colors to a black darker than the night sky and their shadows began snaking up their bodies and began slowly choking them into unconsciousness. She dropped her focus and began leading Chris for a few minutes, waiting for the wounds to completely heal on him. The dark magic she had used caused a bit of a break in her power, but after a moment she was able to use it again to send another wind back at them.

This was definitely an interesting day. That much was certain.

[Sorry this is short.]

[Emporerz]

The pain began to subside after what felt like an eternity of suffering, his eyes no longer boiling due to the holy water. His pulse slowed until it began to return to normal, his wounds healing enough to give off a dull numbness instead of the searing comparison. Beads of sweat had been streaming down his face during the ordeal, making him look as though he had just run around the country three times over. Slowly, he pressed his elbows into the ground, forcing his torso up a little - just enough to get a view of their surroundings. Fire outlined their perimeter, shielding them from the onslaught of hunters. Why was such an enemy chasing them? Why did they want him to suffer? Was it because of the people he had killed? Lovers he stole partners from? Children he stole parents from? Whatever the case, it didn't mean shit to him - he was not on the same level as these monsters. He was free, that meant he could do what he wanted. There was still so much to see!
Wobbling to his feet, he dusted himself down some. This was no time to think of the past or future - they needed to escape this trap.
She snatched his hand and darted, pulling him along by the hand. He stumbled here and there, but eventually he got to grips with the numbness in his face and leg (where the stake still remained wedged), before striding past her and beginning to pull her along instead. The hunter's perimeter was broken and they were easily outrun, giving the duo a quick getaway.
Turning around a corner, he pulled her in after him and hugged her close to his chest - peering back around to check for any pursuers. Once he deemed the coast was clear, he released his grip on her and returned his attention to his eyes. They were sore and blood-shot, but otherwise fine. Thankfully she had some healing skills - otherwise he would have had to wait until he ate to recover his sight. Gripping the end of the stake, he ripped it out from his thigh, tossing it aside with a grunt of pain.
"Annoying..." he uttered, licking the blood from his fingers idly, "Makes me want to go home..."

[Have them usurp a car or something XD]