Crash
Crash lifted a hand to his forehead, releasing a sigh as he tried to calm himself down. Maybe I should be thinking more on how to pitch this to everyone else? They’re going to be pretty pissed about this if I get it wrong...I don’t even know if or when these demons are actually coming He’d just lowered his hand when something heavy connected with the top of his head, a combination of the force of the object and the surprise made him stumble forward, both of his hands clamping down over his abused head as he yelped in pain. “Jeez! What the hell?!” He cursed loudly, scrunching one of his eyes closed against the throbbing that entered his head he glanced up at the ceiling, jumping as he noticed Kathy was stood up there. You’d of thought I’d think to check up there more often... “Kathy? What the hell was that for?” He asked her, pulling a hand from his head and checking it for blood, as he mumbled under his breath looking down at the floor he realized what she’d thrown at him...well dropped on him. He walked over to her shoe picking it up with an irritated huff.
“That hurt” He pointed out, looking up at her with a questioning look one hand still rubbing his abused head it was then he noted her folded arms and rather stand-offish look. She can’t be pissed at me already can she? I haven’t even fluffed up the explanation yet... “What’d I do now?” He asked, lifting his hands in exasperation. He held her shoe up waving it at her expectantly. When an almighty rumble passed through the ground, he felt his center of balance falter a bit as he stumbled. They’re here! And everyone’s still scattered... A growl rumbled through his chest as a wave of demonic energy passed over him his previous doubt leaving him as he felt the building quiver from the sheer force of the blast, his first instinct was to whip his head back to check Kathy was ok ignoring the pain flare through his chest as his canines elongated, he was stood directly beneath her.
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Little Feather
After staring at the clothes on Liam's floor for quite some time, Little Feather was just about ready to give up trying to make a decision and pass the torch to Liam. Lion wasn't much help, he was just sat next to her watching Liam idly. "Ok Liam, I yield...I don't know where to start with...these" Little feather murmured, hoping Liam would hear her over the music. The demonic pulse caught her completely off guard and she inhaled sharply dropping the can of monster on the floor, Lion released an angry growl spinning round to face the direction it had come from his hackles raised as a snarl ripped free of his chest. "D-did you feel that?" Little Feather stuttered at Liam, standing still for a moment before she spun round on the spot springing at Liam's door pulling it open with a shaking hand, Lion sprang through the gap in the door inhaling the air as he searched for familiar scents Little Feather was right behind him as he ran down the corridor springing down the stairs two at a time,
They sprinted out of the dorm building running across the grass ignoring the two sparring guys and burst into the cafeteria, Little Feather was gasping for breath by now and a constant growl reverberated through Lion's chest as he paced around, searching for the offensive energy. . Little feather had no idea why Lion had led her this way, she had a feeling he didn't know, she was just grateful that there seemed to be people here, even if they did look like they were leaving. "E-excuse me!" Little feather called breathlessly running towards them, Lion in tow. "W-what's going on?" She asked, her hands were shaking even as Lion placed his head underneath them.