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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Oct 16, 2018 0:21:00 GMT
In the time it took for Elliot to slowly make his way up, the assailant wiggled her way out of the javelins and escaped. However, there was one thing Elliot felt confident about. If the foe was fleeing, she couldn't be fighting at the same time, right? Elliot put his long, slender body to work, barging forward like a particularly aerodynamic piece of spaghetti. All the while he kept his head somewhat lowered, as if making sure he wouldn't suddenly slam into a counterattack jaw first.
That said, he knew it was somewhat of a futile effort. "Cut her off, please!" Elliot called out to his other allies. A fivesome of schmucks running in a straight line would probably just end up getting everyone tired, confused, and in ripe position for a counterattack. If they all fanned out to different rooms, however, they just might have a shot. "I'll keep her busy from the back, you guys try to catch her on the sides. And if I'm in trouble, I'll radio."
It wasn't usually like him to take charge, was it? But when push came to shove, and others could be in danger, Elliot knew the time for sitting back and waiting was over. Hell, if the situation escalated to this point, the potential victim could've already been in dire straits. Every second of hesitation was another drop of blood spilled.
If there was any time for Elliot to get over himself, this was it.
It turned out opening a portal in the gas-filled hall was a terrible idea, barely was Katsura able to see through the portal before sparked came out, the view from the portal rapidly became distorted and soon it collapse on itself. Katsura flinched all the while Nyao sighed in disapproval.
"Sigh, I said the window."
On the bright side this meant the portal was bait at best and lethal at worst should the doubleganger attempt to use it in the current state. What was less good was how Katsura's digidevice crashed when she attempted to scan "Yuu", Katsura couldn't read the monitor but the sound and light of static was more than enough for her to know that this won't help anyone. Nyao heard the commotion happening upstairs, combined with Elliott's plead Nyao could easily determine that "Yuu" was on the loose.
"On second thought, I'll rather have that door closed."
Not wanting to disappoint Nyao, Katsura proceeded to stand in front of the door to keep it closed. Though it begs the question of how effective a 4'8" petite teenage girl can be as a doorstopper, but hey at least it looks like she contributed to the combat.
Nyao on the other hand had a more hands on approach to the situation, since "Yuu" was heading for the stairs, Nyao took a qualified guess that a some point it would have to reach Nyao's line of sight if it were to use the stairs so Nyao prepared an ambush:
Nyao quickly moved to the foot of the stairs, there she waited for "Yuu" to come close. Once Nyao was convinced "Yuu" was within range, she will utilize her petrifying snake eyes to cut off the escape attempt. Cobra stare: The eyes in her snake helmet glows, petrifying anyone who looks into them for 1 post. Cool-down: 2 posts
Said and done, things were going as smoothly as they could; at least initially,
Yuu had been able to sneak past Elliot's grasp, and was quickly making her way out of the strange room...
If it weren't for a small inconvenience. A Mervamon-shaped inconvenience, that had petrifying eyes, to boot. That wasn't good, was it?
With a loud thud, the digimon's body fell to the ground, utterly petrified, yet venomously staring at the Mervamon that had just frozen her. The plan was so good... yet it was ruined by a meddling digimon.
There wasn't much to be done while she waited for her limbs to unfroze, nor the certainty of that happening before something that'd push her precarious situation further. It was a shame, in every sense of the word, especially since she was just... there, at the mercy of her captors.
What would be that 'mercy', though? That was something she wasn't in a hurry to find out.