Shadowcaller wrote: ↑Aug 29, 2023 12:46 am
[A Dump in the City]
Hmph, no answers from the witches.
But perhaps an opportunity?
She heard Harley shout but it only made her more unsure. Would the gods smite them if they took the helmet off? But wouldn't they smite
Harley too in that case?
Well, she wasn't sure what trick he had up his sleeve but it probably wouldn't be best to just seek cover over here.
And this was one occasion where she'd be able to use the big guns!
Pressing her back against the barrel she pulled out a metal tube which she pops the top of with a flick of her thumb. A red liquid emerges which she pours on the ground which quickly starts to grow.
"Okay, you know what to do. Hit them with the blunt edge." She tells the liquid before she vaults over the barrel and starts running towards the closest witch.
But running right after her is a second person that is seemingly made up of liquid. They flicker and shimmer as if the liquid is held up by some sort of holographic shell. One that shares Raheeda's face and holding the exact same weapon as her.
quillpleasant wrote: ↑Aug 29, 2023 5:21 pm
A Dump in the City
Excellent, his plan is working. Harley waits with baited breath as the witches begin to approach, cackling about his mask. Just a little closer...
Then his attention is caught by Raheeda's charge. Two Raheedas?? He doesn't have time to process that. It's now or never, even if the witches aren't as close as he would like.
Twisting around, Harley easily shimmies free of the rubble. He's always been a bit of an escape artist, powers or no. He gets to his feet and breaks into a sprint, heading right for the nearest witch. In his hand is a broken bottle from the trash heap, edge jagged and razor sharp. He lunges, swiping the makeshift weapon in a vicious arc. Hopefully the witch's attention will be focused on Raheeda.
[A Dump in the City]
"Gak!"
Is the approximate sound an old hag makes when slashed open with a broken vodka bottle, apparently. Turned away as she was from Harley, the former god and current trickster is able to get a surprisingly clean shot across her back.
But before there's much time to celebrate, the hag explodes into a swarm of black feathers and enraged cawing, taking off in every direction as a murder of crows.
Leaving only the original witch standing there, backing away from the Raheedas in one direction and Harley in the other.
"...Ah... Procy? A little help?" The witch stammers, holding up her hands defensively.
"Screw that!" The third, as-of-yet-unseen witch calls out from behind the trash pile that is no longer raining down on Raheeda. "I'm not trying this when we
don't have numbers on our side. You're on your own, Pody!"
"...Well. Shit." The witch mutters, continuing to back away slowly.
Who're you? ...Don't matter.
Want some rye? Course ya do!
Here's to us!
Who's like us?
Damn few,
And they're aaaaall dead.