Mystic Syn

He frowned at the rope, tapping his foot in thought. He glanced down at Elya. “Do you think you can hold on to me as I climb?” Ji asked, motioning to his back with his head.

“It’s going to be okay,” hr said in a surprisingly soft and relaxed voice. “We’re almost there.” Ji continued to follow Saaphir, not giving a care of how much blood he was getting on himself; after all, he too was still soaked in his own blood.

“Yes, we do,” he said softly. “But alive, preferably… We cannot lose you.” He grumbled a bit, their reached down. “Forgive me,” Ji whispered, picking Elya up gently again.

“Elya,” Ji said a bit forcefully. “You’re hurting yourself more than you think. You’re not going to heal if you keep this up.”

@Tani "Light, calm down, woman," Ji chided, sounding like an annoyed father as he gently supported Elya. "Slow down a bit. You're not going to heal if you go at that pace."

I gotchu. Only when I'm tired. Ji grunted affirmatively, hefting Elya.

“No, you’re not,” he mumbled to himself, sarcasm lacing his tone.

Ji immediately held Elya gently. He saw her tremble and something appeared in his eyes, something that no one has ever seen before. Regret. He shook his head, his eyes going back to their normal state. “It’s okay,” Ji said to her soft.y. “Let me handle it.” He exhaled, then with a grunt, picked Elya like a damsel in distress and stood up, wobbling for a second before finding his footing. Ji looked over at Saaphir, his eyes filled with determination once again as he steadied himself. “It’s better than nothing,” he responded to Sapphir.

Ji’s eyes fell on the blood around them, the dust piles of the corpses, the group, then Elya. “You’re right,” he said softly. “But people should be given time to rest before moving.”

He avoided her gaze. “Please, just… leave me alone.”

“Leave me alone,” he whispered, his voice soft and cracking.

Ji’s breath rattled, but it evened out eventually; he was still pale, but it seemed that most, if not all of the lacerations had sealed up. He turned away from Elya and Raviid, curling into a tighter ball as he shivered.

His grin faded as he slowly came to realize what had happened. Saatvik looked down where she had stabbed, blood already gurgling in his throat. His eyes fell on her blood, the grin returning as he knees began to give out on him. “No!!” Arya pushed through, power surging from her as the corpses separated Saatvik from Elya. She carefully grabbed her brother, then reached up to touch something in her ear as she began to flee. “Fall back,” she muttered through gritted teeth.

Saatvik fell back on defense, smiling nonetheless. He deflected her attacks with his knives, putting in more effort to not get hit by her blade. Excitement coursed through him as he grew closer to her attacks, baring his canines with a smile. Saatvik upped the pace, his feet moving with trained quickness as he almost danced with Elya as they fought, smiling the whole time. He knew that she was trained, by who was a bigger question... He did feel like he fought someone who used a similar fighting style before. His power surged through him, demanding that he draw blood. Saatvik let his grin grow as he closed in on the space in between them. He snuck in some jabs here and there, though she got him every once in a while; it didn't matter, though. As long as he could see her bleed, it was enough for him. At one point, he stood with his lips only mere inches from her ear. "You have relations to the Angel?" Saatvik whispered, his accent coming through. "You fight an awful lot like her." Saatvik brushed her arm, his power bursting alight again as he used it on her once again, more lacerations engraving her skin.

Arya cursed again, sending more corpses at Elya as she shook her brother. "Saatvik!" she yelled at him. "What has gotten into you?!" The brother––Saatvik––raised his eyebrows at her questionably, still grinning. "Nothing, why?" She pointed at Elya after rolling her eyes. Saatvik followed her finger, then grinned. "No problem," he sang, knives flashing in his hands again as he dashed towards Elya, the knives still dripping with blood as he raised them to meet her blade. Ji coughed, then gasped. Everything was getting... better? The lacerations sealed themselves, though the blood still soaked his whole body. He was still pale, but he managed opened his eyes weakly for a moment before they fell shut again.

Totally didn't forget about this rp. Sry. Q blinked, knives flashing in her hands as she looked around for the voice. A glare set into her eyes, though the blood and bodies were flickering into view. "I won't let them die," she whispered under her breath.

Arya swore, pulling her hand in, using another corpse to block the strike for her brother as well as herself. A grin eerily similar to her brother's found its way on her lips as she raised a hand up and flicked her fingers forward. A good portion of corpses didn't lunge for Elya, no... They forced their way to Ji, who still laid helpless on the floor as his breathing began to slow. Arya made quick of the time to grab her brother to force him to fall back.

Arya swiped a hand in front of her, a corpse taking the shot for her. She looked towards her brother for support, but was still moving like he was drenched in molasses. Arya rolled her eyes, then sent corpses to Lyanör.

The corpse she shot crumpled, seeming to slow down a bit, before verrrrrrry slowly moving onward, hobbling with its new wound. The brother made his way to Arya, clutching his arm, still hopelessly unaware of Raviid's effect on him. Though he was smiling, his eyes held malice as he slowly gestured towards the group. She tilted her head at his slowness, but nodded, laying more undead on the group. He didn't respond, his screams quieting down to soft whimpers as his blood soaked through his clothes. His breathing became shallow and faster, his skin growing paler by the second.

The brother shouted, the knife dropping from his hand as he pulled back from Elya's attacks, deflecting them as much as he could. He cursed, but still grinned anyways as Elya hacked and slashed. She got him across the arms, a few slashes to the leg, and one across his face, but he smiled nonetheless. "Arya," he barked, grinning. "We got a live one." The sister––Arya––focused her hard gaze on Elya, then flicked her fingers towards her. Corpses breaking through the doors and throwing themselves at Elya.

The brother smiled wickedly as he saw her in pain. The knife slipped into his hand again as he pressed the attack, unaware of Raviid's effect on him. Ji's ears perked as he heard the shout, and turned towards Elya. A deep growl erupted from his lips, but didn't know how. He looked around, then up at the blade holding him in the air. "Ko'ad help me, this is so stupid," he said quietly, the blade holding him fading as he let go and fell towards the brother. He crashed into the brother, almost knocking him off his feet. The brother stumbled back, confused at what had hit him. He looked at what had hit him and grinned. "Bold today. Aren't you, Naito?" he asked. "Not just tod––" Ji got cut off as soon as the brother touched him, using his power again. Lacerations cut through his skin, engraving his face, legs, and arms with dark red lines. A raw, painful scream escaped his lips. Tears blurred his vision. He writhed on the ground, his screams becoming deeper and more painful. The blades that were attacking the corpses faltered out of existence as he lost his concentration, red-hot pain replacing all thoughts he had before.