Weaver of Shadows

“You shouldn’t need me. I’ll fail you. I always have, and I always will.”

Edgar shut his eyes before he turned to stone. Gift flowed around the head, encasing it and making it non-lethal. Edgar opened his eyes and stuffed it into his pack. Gift flowed back onto his arm. “And she could have killed up when I tackled you later. There’s no excuse. You’re better off without me.” No tears flowed from his eyes. He seemed almost without emotion.

He shook her hand off. That would probably make her sad, but she was better off sad than dead. “I could have killed you. I almost did.”

“Yes, I would,” he said tersely.

“Thank you.” He didn’t look at her, Josh head bowed. He had hurt her, almost gotten her killed. She would be best without him.

“That’s…not what I’m sorry about.” He looked at her closely. “You need to drink some too, you’re hurt!” He forced his eyes to stay open. He glared at Roy. “That’s my spoil of war, not yours!” @RoyalBeeMage

He opened his eyes and began drinking from the vial. He nearly spat it out as he tasted it, but forced it down. He immediately felt better, his body healing. “Thank you,” he whispered to Jenny. “I’m sorry.”

Edgar opened his eyes, and he collapsed, his adrenaline leaving him. He closed his eyes. Sleep sounded nice… he began drifting off. @Lunamor

Hearing Medusa’s hissing, Edgar stabbed up one last time, blindly hoping. He struck flesh. (11) @RoyalBeeMage

Edgar stabs blindly into the air, his spear nowhere near anything. He hoped he would hit Medusa. Maybe he shouldn’t attack…he might hit one of his fellow quest members. He lowered his spear.

They begin beating Raven. @TheRavenHasLanded

I liked it! It had a simple, but not simplistic, sweetness that I really enjoyed!

Edgar squeezed his eyes shut, then felt Gift morph into a spear. That hadn’t it was stabby time rather than slashy time. He stabbed forward and was rewarded with a hiss of pain.

Edgar leapt forward, tackling Medusa. But…be didn’t hear the snake’s hissing stop or fall with him. And Medusa seemed too warm, too…much like Jenny. He felt blood trickle down his arm from where Sword had cut him slightly.

Edgar heard Jenny getting attacked, but he couldn’t do anything to help. He could barely walk on his own, and several of his wounds had reopened. Still, he shuffled towards Medusa, preparing to tackle her.

Edgar stumbled about blindly. “Do you have another celestial bronze one? I don’t think anything else will even inconvenience her.”

“I could, now they’re making it so I can’t see. Because if I could I’d be stone!”

“If I did I’d be stone!”

Edgar rolled over, weaponless and in agony. He couldn’t fight with Gift as the glasses. Instead, he yelled. “ITS MEDUSA!” He hoped someone outside would hear. @The Clarinetist @.....

Edgar’s vision went black. He was confused at first, but then he realized Gift had become completely opaque, blocking his vision. He didn’t know why, but there had to be a reason. Which meant… He grabbed Jenny, tackling her to the ground. “Close your eyes, don’t open them. Something’s wrong.” Gift had warned him, he had acted. If he was wrong, he looked stupid. That was fine, because if he had needed to act like he had, then he had just saved Jenny’s life. @Lunamor

“Ok, we’re ready,” Edgar said, smiling. @RoyalBeeMage

He sighs, then steps back, letting them have it.