Night 47: Courtyard

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[from here]With a little push from her hands on the top of the wall, Teresa gained enough momentum in her vault from the greenhouse yard to be a good couple feet away from the wall. Landing in a three-point stance, the large metal weapon barely clearing the ground, Teresa too a quick look around. She didn't see anything, didn't sense anything,

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[deadlyjuliet]

And the worst plan ever just kept getting worse. Whoever that boy was, he had his powers back and now he was throwing explosives around like candy to pauper children. Who in their right mind just did that?!

When the stranger screamed out some weird phrase and released his shot, Grell pulled the chainsaw out of the jacket so he could use the clothing as a sort of shield. He was not getting dirt in his hair if he could help it, and huddled as he was near the courtyard wall, he was a fair enough distance from the actual field of battle. Fair, but not far enough apparently, because bits and pieces of dirt and the shock from the explosions hit him, sending him jostling his shoulder into the wall. "I swear, if he does that again, I'm taking his head," he grumbled to himself, lowering the jacket just enough to see what was going on.

"Oh he--" The blond was running for the shed, leaving his partner behind. And while Grell commended his ability to survive like that, he didn't want him to run toward the shed. That was where he was going! Flipping the jacket around over his shoulders, Grell bolted after the blond, trying to take a bit of a roundabout way to the shed. He needed to keep away from the stranger and his gun, and his only remaining target.

[deadlyjuliet]

Good, the stupid man was going back the way he came. Best to leave the cannon fodder to be just that since he had better things to do than cover them. He could hear explosions and a scream of a bird behind him as he hit the shed, his shoulder ramming uncomfortably into the door. Unable to keep his frustration down, Grell shrieked and began pushing harder against the door. "Why are you locked?!"

It made sense these places would be locked, but still! So inconvenient! Grell kicked at the door a few times, but for fear of breaking his heels, he gave that up and began hitting the handle of his chainsaw against the lock. With each crash, he could see the lock giving way and as the sound of the fight got worse behind him, Grell threw all his weight against the door one final time. It was times like these that he was glad that he still had even a small percentage of his power left over, making him somewhat stronger than the average person. The door gave way and Grell stumbled, falling into the dark.

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