Battle of Cair Paravel (3/3) | Helen, Rose, Frank, Frank II, Minion
Every time her family seemed to make even the slightest stride forward, a creature from the witch’s side drew them two strides back. She had thought, in attempting to protect Rose and Frank, that she could distract the evil beings long enough, and prevent serious injuries to her family.
She was wrong.
Rose was still under attack. Frank was still under attack. And before Helen had time to think about ways to aid them, the he-ghoul charged at her, and his knife found it’s way into her side.
The wound was agonizing, causing the Queen to fall back onto herself, quickly grasping to her side. She could feel the warmness of blood – her blood, seeping through her dress. Between it and the burning of her arm, Helen’s left side was now unusable, and any further damage would surely send her out of consciousness. She couldn’t let that happen. She needed to protect her children, to protect her people.
She fought against the ghoul as best she could, utilizing her right side, when a gift from Aslan fell to her. She recognized the sword, and knew it to be her son’s. But why had it landed here? A quick glance around her surroundings confirmed the worst – both of her children fighting and being injured. Without a second thought, Helen quickly grabbed the weapon, taking it in her right hand, and held it against the ghoul. It was heavy, and in her life, she had rarely used a sword, but she knew its lethalness if used correctly. She began to quickly swing it, hoping to hit any part of the he-ghoul.
Rose had been fortunate and strong enough to drive a handful of jabs with her dagger into the ghoul’s left side. But it had not done much for her. Her hands still lightly shook which caused her aim to be less than stellar. Her attempts seemed to only incapacitate the ghoul for a short amount of time. No sooner had she sent the dagger into his flesh once more was she thrown away, landing on her back. It took her a couple deep breaths before she was properly able to even think straight.
But she was soon met with another terrifying adversary. Her scalp stung as the she-ghoul tangled up in her mass of thick red hair. Somehow her hair had been freed from the neat and tidy braid she had begun the battle with and it hung loosely around her face.
She fought best she could to keep the she-ghoul as far away from her as she could. But her human strength was no match against her. She found herself turned onto her stomach and she continued to struggle against the strong hold she was enclosed in. The weight of the she-ghoul on her back made it that much more difficult to continue fighting, but Rose wouldn’t give up. Her arm was pulled and she let out a pained scream as she attempted to thrash underneath the she-ghoul, even if it caused more pain in her arm to do so.
Frank pulled himself over to his sister, gritting his teeth against the pain shooting again and again from his leg. No. He was not going to let these things hurt, or, or — he didn’t let himself consider the second thought for more than a few seconds — his family. The rest of the battle had momentarily disappeared as he focused on the threats that, right now, were close to tearing apart almost his entire world.
The ghoul was trying to subdue his sister as she thrashed about, the freakish legs attempting to straddle Rose’s back. Her screams both punched the breath out of Frank and gave him the angered strength to throw himself onto the ghoul and attempt to pull it away. He didn’t have any weapons — his sword had somehow disappeared — wait. Did Mother have it? The brief shock caused his grip to loosen slightly, but it tightened to a choking squeeze as he tried to throttle the monster, anything to get it away from his family. To kill it.
His blue eyes grew wide, but his breath ragged out of his mouth, hardening himself. He would do what had to be done.
The dwarf winced as Helen drove the sword into the ghoul’s open wound. A blood-curdling scream painted the skies bright and as the he-ghoul fell, the dwarf ran for his life.
In the void followed by pain compelling enough to kill, death flourished.
Death was not to be seen or, most of the time, it was denied of an existence. But the she-ghoul knew. She saw. She heard.
Fingers longer than a human’s squeezed Rose’s forearm. Disproportionately long arms tensed and stretched, one to push down on the Daughter of Eve’s back, the other to wrench the arm off the shoulder socket. Because it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. Her brother was dead. Killed by a mere human! “Die already,” she hissed. She pulled harder. “I’ll tear you to pieces. Then I’ll eat you. I’ll eat you and make your pathetic human race watch.”
An incredible force armed with four limbs unlatched her hold on Rose and again filthy snow swallowed her, restraining her to the earth, forcing her to consume frost than flesh. A mouth full of snow, the same force that had shoved her concentrated around her neck, tightening, loosening, tightening, a hold not of a trained fighter’s but of a weak child’s. And yet she was choking. The ghoul shrieked. She writhed under the hold, clawing Frank II’s arms and hands, digging her talon-like fingers in between her flesh and the human’s, thrashing her arms in hopes of the hold loosening.
In the end, it was her strength that diminished. Taking advantage of the first sign of mortality, fear captured the ghoul’s heart.
“Need help?” came a voice from the east.
The voice belonged to a gray Wolf, heavily wounded on one hind leg but still managed to remain standing, his stance firm and unwavering. Before the ghoul could spit out her refusal, the Wolf leapt and made a swipe for Rose. However, brown eyes challenged the Daughter of Eve’s mother.
The she-ghoul snarled at the new arrival but was stopped short. Saliva sputtered while the ghoul made another halfhearted attempt at separating herself from the human. As a last resort, although terribly weakened, the ghoul stood and fell, back first, as means of having the Son of Adam take the full force of the fall.
((Feel free to kill any or all of them~~))
The -- the thing that Frank had his fingers wrapped around was weakening, he could tell that. He tried to force himself to detach himself from the situation, tried to make himself forget that what he was trying to do was to kill a living thing, but he just -- couldn't. It was an evil thing, a monster, but still --
He was distracted enough not to notice as the ghoul tried to heave itself towards the ground for the first time, but he noticed as he hit the ground hard, right on top of the thing. His hands clenched involuntarily, in an attempt to catch himself, and the thing gasped and screamed before falling silent.
Frank looked up, winded, startled, and scared as a wolf leapt over him, towards Rose, completely clearing his head as he lay, sprawled in the dirt.
Towards Rose.
He tried to whirl himself back around, but that only resulted in a gagging sound as the thin breakfast he had eaten came back up to meet him.
