Is the only few words he can get out of his mouth as he tumbles forwards, clutching the stone in his hands. The vibration of the attack had not been anticipated maneuvering himself over and onto his back so the stone couldnât be crushed. The impact is harsh & felt between every bone in his body, wind knocked out of himâ he canât even begin to process the pain before it spreads ( Piecing, sharpâŚouch!!!,), & his hands come up with slow, disconcerting nature, towards the beast that stands just a couple of feet away from his felled position against a rocky wall carpeted with clusters of grass. Knees & legs brunched up to protectively guard his weak spot; fetal position against his chest as he stares on through the mist of the gemâs fluid gold light.
He calls forth outwards into the mist, as if the shudder under a blanket of gallantry in his voice would be heard, from the meters of berth & haze between them. He knows that she is too far away to heed it. even as he tries to openly conduct a much more louder feat of plea  in his voice, he is unfortunately not able to, as something slick & dampish tugs under the scuff of his pant leg.  Scrutiny in his eyes turn from blinded awareness to shock & unbounded fear as the tug in his pant leg begins to rive up with strength;  he struggles to react in time pushing himself backwards and letting  a untied shoe kick & protest with little to no signs of victory in their scramble.  shoot... ( no no no no no no..)  He eyes the rock in his hands, gleaming brightly with a auspicious glow under the hazed sun overtop their heads. He needs to think fast, is it clear as all day ( despite the irony of the weather,) what it is this beast desires, but heâll be damned before he even lets it claimed victor., so in a flash, as the tendril around his leg begins to creep & tug harder with ease, he pockets it & lets himself get dragged back forward into the mist as it engulfs his vision for just a brief second.Â
No time to react, no time to to even grab the one weapon he knows he has still held to his person, the only things he can count on to aid him here are with the help of Vi, Wherever she is, sheâs probably somewhere outwards in all this mist, away from the monster hopefully, But one can only engaged in that safe sentiment for so long. As heâs pulled in deeper, & the garbled growl of the beat thunders behind him, he grits his teeth, muscling from the tightening grasp of his slippery captor.
â Vi, if youâre out there! Now would be a great time to use that spell!!! â
â Iâm trying Iâm trying!!!â
She tries to read through the obscurity of the mist, trying to translate the language as fast as she can. Mustering it at a speed that would be seen  commendable in the eyes of an observer. But the mist is trickling and pulling from every which way that just trying to get a grasp of any of the words is hard enough, even without glasses. Damn it. This was the worst possible situation to land themselves in, and sheâs trying to be helpful, but could this mist honestly just catch her a break??
she hollers out into the haze, drawing her eyes to a single page as she moves forward. The ground around her rumbling with tremendous vigor each step she takes. The incantation is a clever one;albeit very difficult one, but itâs not so bad that itâs become too much of a challenge.Viv has practice for all this before, studying nights have pulled varying results so far, But she is sure of success when she read the page and repeats the words a few time in her head, scrutiny burning with undaunted confidence as she nods to herself and looks up towards the looming beast.
If she is not quick enough, sheâll lose her chance to seal it back into its chamber-- the rock that they found a couple of days ago in a secluded swamp area one faithful evening after hearing about the local legends of a monstrous creature roaming its sanctums. Through the mist, she hears something crash and fall a couple of feet away from her position. The landing of it sounded rough, but she is sure it isnâ t Lewis.
â Okay Vivi-steady yourself, you can do this...â She murmurs calmly , taking deep breaths. You can do it you can do it... you gotta save lewis, gotta save him gotta save him.... get that stone. Trap the monster.
itâs easy, just a few words.
ainretla ,sutsul ,yatca tnanglim alusni llertsac muvea!!!
At the last of her words, a stream of light, bounds out from the edges and center of the book sheâs holding in her hand. Circling and surrounding her as her eyes drive to search her surroundings. The scene about her, is vivid, bright lights encased in golden hue starts to shatter through the sky and mist, almost piercingly; a blinding rage against the draft air as it shudders and clears to provide to her an opening to the creature towering just a mere few feet in front of her.
She visually gasps, noticing the light pull away and encircle the  beast as it screams out in astonished rage, its legs crashing and stomping against the black waters as it sways and pushes against her legs. moving forward, she can spy a blurry blotch of purple flash before her as the mist envelops a familiar shape into its form and disappears into sight just as she reaches high water.
âLEWIS HOLD ON!!â She screams, stopping short of being crushed by the legs of the monsterâs many feet as it turns in her direction from the sound of her voice. She doesnât waste anytime-- she canât afford to, any mishap happens here, and she and Lewis are toast-plain and simple. She recites the incantation once again, and this time the light beams through the thickets of the mist as she watches it attack the beast from behind, whipping its waves to curve and capture the beast into what she hopes is their next big opening.
The beast stops in its track, its tendrils loosening grasp on lewis and as the light begins to travel its body in a warmth thatâs calmly placid and galling, the light begins to blind and she raises a hand to cover her face away from the beam,as the Swamp beast screams in agony; shrill and choleric. A knife slides out from the space in her pocket, turning towards Lewis as the tendril heâs trapped in, struggles to keep him in place. She doesnât even hesitate to aim upward and throw it accordingly as the knife flies into the air with veracious precision.
