Why Couldn't It Have Been Follow The Butterflies? (Closed Rp)
The sword went in one of the Queen’s arm’s, piercing straight through it. She shrieked, but still advanced on him. Just as she reached out with the arm not pierced by the sword, the doors burst open just enough for Al to clamber over the pile of things.
“Hey, Arsch-hintern!" The Queen paused, turning toward the human with a snarl. Held aloft in one hand was an unlit Molotov Cocktail; in the other was a lighter, held just beneath the cloth. As he lit it, he grinned wolfishly before hurling it at her. She screeched as she pulled her arm off of the sword in order to attempt to catch the bottle. Unfortunately for her, for once, her multiplied vision worked against her and she missed. The bottle shattered against her claws hands, dousing her in alcohol that quickly caught fire. "Stein, jetzt!" he called as he lit another, clambering down and out of the way before hurling it at the pile he’d just been standing on.
Stein managed to hold onto the sword. He finished cutting off the webbing around his foot and rushed at the Queen. He stabbed the sword through her torso before pulling it back out and rushing over to Al. He lifted him up over his shoulder, running out of the gymnasium with him. “You shouldn’t have done that. You could have gotten hurt!” He found the window they came in through and put Al on the other side before climbing through as well.
The Queen screeched in rage, as she was impaled, swiping at Stein and batting at the flames that spread over her to no effect. They may not be deadly, but they were still painful.
Al rushed at her, snarling as he pulled his sword from it's sheath and swung it at her head just as Stein picked him up and flung him over his shoulder. His managed to re-orient himself just in time to see the Queen's head fall from her shoulders. He clambered out of the window, walking toward where he'd left his parents' bodies. "I could get hurt on any job. Zhat is part of zhe life of a hunter." he retorted, falling silent as he came to them. He sighed, planting the tip of the blade in the ground as he sank to his knees in front of them.
















