Spider came charging outside and, remembering the mist from last night, stopped talking for long enough to get through the only other door he could see. It felt wrong, this ... being cautious.
For now, the only thing Sora could focus on was the dog attacking him. He was pretty sure Allen could take care of himself, though, with a weapon-arm-thing like that. While he heard the cries of hungry birds coming from other parts of the field, he couldn't worry about that either. He didn't like the idea that other people were also being attacked, but he knew that was just the norm in this place.
Unfortunately, the dog went for his leg. Sora would have had a much easier time blocking if it had jumped at him again. The Keyblade was fully-formed now, but he still wasn't able to bring it down to protect his leg in time, and so he felt a second stinging bite and hissed painfully through his own teeth.
The one good thing about this was that it meant the monster was close to him, which gave him the opportunity to pull back with the Keyblade with both hands and swing it down toward the dog's back; he aimed for between its shoulder blades. His injured arm ached from the earlier bite, so the attack wasn't as strong as it would have been, but it was nothing to sneeze at either.
Once more the dog's sharp fangs drew blood, and yet once more it was interrupted before it could get more than just a tantalizing taste. Even as its jaws closed on the boy's leg it felt a sharp blow on its unprotected back, hard enough to make its legs buckle as it let out a sharp yelp of pain.
When it rose to its feet again it only did so with three of them, one foreleg hanging limp and apparently useless, and it awkwardly scrambled back a couple of steps to eye the pair. Hunger pressed at it, told it to attack once more - but at the same time its packmate had already been killed and it injured.
It paused in the wary half-crouch for an instant, blood-tinged saliva dripping from snarling jaws, before the temptation became too much and it lunged forward again toward Sora. Slowed by the injury it might be, still it strove for more than just a taste of the boy's flesh.
It was hard to fight for the first time with someone who's abilities he didn't know, but once he saw the weapon and how Sora used it, he had a pretty good idea. A giant key wasn't all that strange when compared to giant hammers or magic boots or guns or tombstones or any number of other forms Innocence took.
While he was hesitant to jump in, especially now that Sora was able to use his weapon, he still wanted to help. Unfortunately, with how close-range his own combat skills were, it was kind of difficult to do so without getting in the way. But when the dog backed off for a few moments, Allen scooped up a clod of dirt and aimed it at the beast's face. Even if it didn't slow it, hopefully that would be enough to stun it or even just throw it off for a few precious seconds.
This dog wasn't giving up too easy! Luckily, Sora was used to that sort of thing. The Heartless would just keep on attacking until he disposed of them, too. He knew that this wasn't going to be over just because he got a few hits in.
He was ready for when the dog started toward him again, and the clump of dirt that was suddenly flung toward the thing's face put a smile on Sora's lips. He wasn't one to refuse help, and if that dirt landed where it was meant to, it would give him a perfect opening.
So, instead of just waiting, Sora charged, Keyblade held slightly above him. Once he thought he was close enough, he made a side-slash with the weapon, intending to hit the side of the dog's head.
Even as the dog made its three-legged charge toward the boy the thrown clod abruptly struck it on the muzzle, not only startling it and disrupting its awkward run, but also spraying dirt into its eyes. Because of this it couldn't see the attack coming at it, nor would it have been able to adequately dodge even if it had.
Sora's strike hit true to its aim, ripping through already-rotting flesh and crushing its skull. The dog flew to the side and collapsed to the ground, and this time did not rise again.
The dirt hit its mark and Allen breathed a sigh of relief when Sora went in to finish it. The rotting flesh and gore hardly bothered him; it was something he'd seen more than enough of, though he might prefer not to. Most important was to make sure his friend was still doing alright.
"That was a little close," Allen said as he trotted over, "are you okay?" He still had some scraps of bandage hanging around his exposed left arm, or the shirts could be torn up easily to make something to wrap the wounds.
It looked like Sora still had what it took! He had managed to take that dog down with a few well-placed smacks of his Keyblade, and now that the monster was lifeless on the ground, his weapon promptly disappeared in a dimmer flash of golden light.
He turned to Allen as the other boy approached him, doing his best to smile despite the stinging of his wounds. He was putting most of his weight on his good leg now, which probably made it pretty obvious that he was hardly one-hundred percent anymore. Still, it could have been worse.
"I'll be fine," he assured Allen. "Though I should probably stop this bleeding..." He glanced from his upper arm down to his leg and let out a sigh. Well, at least Allen hadn't been hurt. Sora wasn't too keen on ripping his shirt up, seeing how cold it already was -- but what other option did he have?
As Allen got closer it was easy to see that Sora's injuries might make it hard to continue. He pulled what was left of his bandages from his arm, all still clean since they were there simply to cover up his Innocence and not for any real purpose aside from simple vanity. It might be enough for the leg, but he wasn't sure he could get both out of it.
He pulled them away, crouching down next to Sora so he could take a look at the injury, "You can lean on my shoulder if you need to, I think I can wrap up this much."
"Are you sure you want to keep going? We can go back and get it cleaned out properly at the clinic. The quarry is pretty far to go on a bad leg."
It was going to be a lot easier and faster if Allen just bandaged his leg for him, and so Sora took the other boy's offer and leaned his good arm down against his shoulder. He let out a small sigh of relief as he was able to lift his injured leg up off the ground slightly and take most of the strain off of it.
"Thanks," he said, trying to keep his tone upbeat so that Allen wouldn't worry. "And no, we should keep going. I mean, we didn't make it last night, so we've got to this night, right?" Part of him knew that Momo would understand if they told her they had failed a second time, but he didn't want to have to do that.
"Just wrap it tight and I'll be fine!" he finished. It was going to be a little rough, but he was sure he could handle it, and hopefully they wouldn't have any more monsters after them. That might be a problem, though maybe not if Allen could whip out that huge arm of his again!
Allen rolled the pant leg up and started winding the bandage over the worst of it. It looked kind of painful, but not too deep, so hopefully it wouldn't cause Sora much trouble. He tied off the ends and surveyed the work for a second before pushing himself to his feet, careful to give Sora enough time to regain his balance.
"Alright, I think that should do it for your leg," he dusted himself off. "We should probably get your arm too." He didn't have anything else on him though, so he tore at the hem of his shirt, trying to get an even strip of fabric he could use to at least stop the bleeding.
Sora remained as still as he could while Allen wrapped the wound. While the extra pressure was uncomfortable, he also knew that the added support was going to be a lifesaver in the long run. There was still a wall to climb and a lot of distance to cover.
As Allen stood up, Sora slowly eased his foot back onto the ground, biting the inside of his mouth from the pain. At least it didn't show too much on his face.
Though then Allen started ripping away at his shirt without a second thought, and Sora almost protested. It was cold, after all - what if Allen got sick or something like that? That might not even be possible, but Sora still worried. But the damage was already being done, so there was no point in making a fuss now.
Instead, Sora just gave the other boy a small smile. "Thanks again. Too bad I wasn't a little more on my game back there."
It was easier to wrap the arm and Sora still seemed to be in a pretty good mood despite his injuries, so maybe they weren't so bad off after all. He returned the smile, though he was not really sure how to reply to the other boy.
"I ah- it's no problem. Sorry you were hurt," Allen would have to be a little faster too, just in case. He started over toward the wall once more.
"You wanna go up first?" it was a sort of subtle way of offering, since Sora's leg was injured. He knew it would be a lot harder for Sora to put weight on his leg than it would be for himself.
"It's not your fault!" Sora quickly said, even though Allen's arm had been a pretty huge distraction. Still, Sora should have known better, especially in a place like this where he wasn't nearly as strong as normal.
The wounds still hurt, and he knew that putting the wrong amount of pressure on either muscle would just lead to more blood loss, but he was going to do his best to be careful.
He started limping toward the wall, nodding in response to Allen's question. "Yeah, sure. Uhh, would you mind giving me a boost again?" Though that's when he stopped and realized that he had totally forgotten about both his flashlight and the extension cord in the course of the fight.
"Ahaha, hold on," he said with a sheepish grin as he hobbled back over and grabbed his flashlight which he then used to search out the cord. It would have been impossible to find without a light source, with the way it blended into the grass. He picked it up and looped it over his right shoulder before turning back to the other boy.
Allen was glad Sora wasn't put off by his offers of help and waited for Sora to get his things before heading over to the wall together. Allen's cord was still over his right shoulder and hadn't been disrupted all that much during the fight, for which he was glad. Trying to find things in the dark was never fun.
When Sora was ready, Allen bent down and cupped his hands together, "Ready when you are." It was still pretty chilly, especially without his exorcist uniform, but they'd just have to endure it. He could put up with some cold if Sora could stand the injuries.
This wasn't going to be nearly as easy as it had been last time, but Sora chucked his flashlight over the wall, hoping that the impact of it hitting the ground on the other side didn't harm it too much. It was pretty sturdy, so he wasn't too worried.
Now came the hard part. Sora really hoped he didn't lose his balance while he tried to do this, since then he and Allen would just end up in a tangled mass on the wet grass, and they'd already been set back enough as it was.
He was just going to have to push through the pain. Nodding to himself, he moved toward Allen and started with his good leg, pressing down against the other boy's hands as he reached up for the top of the wall. Scrambling up to the top took him a little longer than it would have usually, and he had to deal with shooting pain in both his arm and leg, but he made it.
"Phew," he said with a wince as he glanced back down at Allen. "Want me to help you up from here?"
Allen did what he could to boost Sora up, but it seemed to take more effort than it had the other night. He was tempted to scale the wall himself, but he was too short to really reach high enough without help. Not that he was going to admit that aloud.
"Ah- sure," he consented, hoping it wouldn't cause Sora too much trouble. He reached up to grab the other boy's hand. Really, it would help hurry things in the long run, wouldn't it?
Unfortunately, the dog went for his leg. Sora would have had a much easier time blocking if it had jumped at him again. The Keyblade was fully-formed now, but he still wasn't able to bring it down to protect his leg in time, and so he felt a second stinging bite and hissed painfully through his own teeth.
The one good thing about this was that it meant the monster was close to him, which gave him the opportunity to pull back with the Keyblade with both hands and swing it down toward the dog's back; he aimed for between its shoulder blades. His injured arm ached from the earlier bite, so the attack wasn't as strong as it would have been, but it was nothing to sneeze at either.
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When it rose to its feet again it only did so with three of them, one foreleg hanging limp and apparently useless, and it awkwardly scrambled back a couple of steps to eye the pair. Hunger pressed at it, told it to attack once more - but at the same time its packmate had already been killed and it injured.
It paused in the wary half-crouch for an instant, blood-tinged saliva dripping from snarling jaws, before the temptation became too much and it lunged forward again toward Sora. Slowed by the injury it might be, still it strove for more than just a taste of the boy's flesh.
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It was hard to fight for the first time with someone who's abilities he didn't know, but once he saw the weapon and how Sora used it, he had a pretty good idea. A giant key wasn't all that strange when compared to giant hammers or magic boots or guns or tombstones or any number of other forms Innocence took.
While he was hesitant to jump in, especially now that Sora was able to use his weapon, he still wanted to help. Unfortunately, with how close-range his own combat skills were, it was kind of difficult to do so without getting in the way. But when the dog backed off for a few moments, Allen scooped up a clod of dirt and aimed it at the beast's face. Even if it didn't slow it, hopefully that would be enough to stun it or even just throw it off for a few precious seconds.
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He was ready for when the dog started toward him again, and the clump of dirt that was suddenly flung toward the thing's face put a smile on Sora's lips. He wasn't one to refuse help, and if that dirt landed where it was meant to, it would give him a perfect opening.
So, instead of just waiting, Sora charged, Keyblade held slightly above him. Once he thought he was close enough, he made a side-slash with the weapon, intending to hit the side of the dog's head.
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Sora's strike hit true to its aim, ripping through already-rotting flesh and crushing its skull. The dog flew to the side and collapsed to the ground, and this time did not rise again.
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"That was a little close," Allen said as he trotted over, "are you okay?" He still had some scraps of bandage hanging around his exposed left arm, or the shirts could be torn up easily to make something to wrap the wounds.
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He turned to Allen as the other boy approached him, doing his best to smile despite the stinging of his wounds. He was putting most of his weight on his good leg now, which probably made it pretty obvious that he was hardly one-hundred percent anymore. Still, it could have been worse.
"I'll be fine," he assured Allen. "Though I should probably stop this bleeding..." He glanced from his upper arm down to his leg and let out a sigh. Well, at least Allen hadn't been hurt. Sora wasn't too keen on ripping his shirt up, seeing how cold it already was -- but what other option did he have?
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He pulled them away, crouching down next to Sora so he could take a look at the injury, "You can lean on my shoulder if you need to, I think I can wrap up this much."
"Are you sure you want to keep going? We can go back and get it cleaned out properly at the clinic. The quarry is pretty far to go on a bad leg."
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"Thanks," he said, trying to keep his tone upbeat so that Allen wouldn't worry. "And no, we should keep going. I mean, we didn't make it last night, so we've got to this night, right?" Part of him knew that Momo would understand if they told her they had failed a second time, but he didn't want to have to do that.
"Just wrap it tight and I'll be fine!" he finished. It was going to be a little rough, but he was sure he could handle it, and hopefully they wouldn't have any more monsters after them. That might be a problem, though maybe not if Allen could whip out that huge arm of his again!
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"Alright, I think that should do it for your leg," he dusted himself off. "We should probably get your arm too." He didn't have anything else on him though, so he tore at the hem of his shirt, trying to get an even strip of fabric he could use to at least stop the bleeding.
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As Allen stood up, Sora slowly eased his foot back onto the ground, biting the inside of his mouth from the pain. At least it didn't show too much on his face.
Though then Allen started ripping away at his shirt without a second thought, and Sora almost protested. It was cold, after all - what if Allen got sick or something like that? That might not even be possible, but Sora still worried. But the damage was already being done, so there was no point in making a fuss now.
Instead, Sora just gave the other boy a small smile. "Thanks again. Too bad I wasn't a little more on my game back there."
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"I ah- it's no problem. Sorry you were hurt," Allen would have to be a little faster too, just in case. He started over toward the wall once more.
"You wanna go up first?" it was a sort of subtle way of offering, since Sora's leg was injured. He knew it would be a lot harder for Sora to put weight on his leg than it would be for himself.
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The wounds still hurt, and he knew that putting the wrong amount of pressure on either muscle would just lead to more blood loss, but he was going to do his best to be careful.
He started limping toward the wall, nodding in response to Allen's question. "Yeah, sure. Uhh, would you mind giving me a boost again?" Though that's when he stopped and realized that he had totally forgotten about both his flashlight and the extension cord in the course of the fight.
"Ahaha, hold on," he said with a sheepish grin as he hobbled back over and grabbed his flashlight which he then used to search out the cord. It would have been impossible to find without a light source, with the way it blended into the grass. He picked it up and looped it over his right shoulder before turning back to the other boy.
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When Sora was ready, Allen bent down and cupped his hands together, "Ready when you are." It was still pretty chilly, especially without his exorcist uniform, but they'd just have to endure it. He could put up with some cold if Sora could stand the injuries.
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Now came the hard part. Sora really hoped he didn't lose his balance while he tried to do this, since then he and Allen would just end up in a tangled mass on the wet grass, and they'd already been set back enough as it was.
He was just going to have to push through the pain. Nodding to himself, he moved toward Allen and started with his good leg, pressing down against the other boy's hands as he reached up for the top of the wall. Scrambling up to the top took him a little longer than it would have usually, and he had to deal with shooting pain in both his arm and leg, but he made it.
"Phew," he said with a wince as he glanced back down at Allen. "Want me to help you up from here?"
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"Ah- sure," he consented, hoping it wouldn't cause Sora too much trouble. He reached up to grab the other boy's hand. Really, it would help hurry things in the long run, wouldn't it?
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