3rd Roar -- [ Voice ]

[cursedtobe]

[ She'd wanted to get something from the marketplace. It was just supposed to be a quick trip and then run back - but she drew the attention of someone. Or something. She'd intended to turn the Forge on - or perhaps it was accidentally turned on when she was fumbling with it in her surprise, but whatever the reason, it was on now. ]Who are you

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[Video]

[naniteknight]

¡Híjole! Freya?!

[He wants to help, but the feed is voice only. He can't tell exactly what's going on or where she is...]

Where are you?

[Answer, answer, c'moooon...]

[Video]

[cursedtobe]

[ The Forge picks up a good amount of scuffling and her faint screaming - which does cease. Thank god for River. Silence falls a few minutes, and then,]

Rex? [ Just a tiny voice, trembling.

[Video]

[naniteknight]

[He waits for a response, impatient. His chances of finding her without some idea of where she is are low, but if she doesn't say something soon--]
Freya! Yeah, it's me. Where are you? Are you okay? If I can get to you, I'll protect you, find somewhere safe to take you.

[Video]

[cursedtobe]

[ She's hesitant, torn between her fear of the monsters and wariness of new people. HnHn, well - really given the circumstances, there's no doubt the choice she was making. She shifts the Forge about to give an idea of where she is - she had tucked herself into an alcove, hidden tightly behind a few water barrels, but she didn't dare move since she could still hear creatures searching outside of her hiding spot. ]

Dismas. [ Shivering, scared and alone, she keeps her voice as quiet as possible. ]

I - I'm all right. S..someone found me. Helped me.

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[ofvirtus]

Freya!

voice;

[cursedtobe]

[ Her response is some time coming, her voice quiet and horse both from screaming, and from pure terror. Thankfully someone came to her aid. ]

I.. i'm here.

voice;

[ofvirtus]

Are you alright?

voice;

[cursedtobe]

[ From her hiding place, she's nodding. It takes her a few minutes to realize that he can't see that nod, but it still takes a bit for her to speak. She was still shaken up pretty badly. ]

Y-yes, I'm... I'm all right. Somehow.

Voice!

[pratservant]

Freya! No!

Voice!

[cursedtobe]

[ Her response doesn't come for some time yet, but it does come. She can't bring herself to say anything yet - but Merlin can hear faint whimpering as she tries forming actual words. She didn't want to trouble Merlin when he was already sick. ]

Action.

[impossibly]

[ The whole city is bright with spots of desperation because tonight all the heroes are dying, and River lets her feet lead her through it, like a maze, a long and complicated dance. She leaves a trail of bodies, and there's already gore in her hair, on her boots, dripping off her axe - where did she find sn axe? - when she starts to dip in and out of Dismas.

She hears Freya's screams in person and follows them to the source as unerringly as a hound who's scented blood. Sprinting, axe at the ready, blur of red and black and flashing, deadly silver. ]

Action.

[cursedtobe]

[ She had no weapons to defend herself, and it seemed plenty of people in Dismas were having the same problem, or worse. Dropping like flies. She was being dragged across the ground by an ogre that had her by the leg, her previously tidied appearance now scuffed and messy. She didn't notice the girl rushing to her aide yet, her frantic panic focused on escape with a singleminded urgency. She was scrabbling at the ground fiercely enough to leave scrapes on her knuckles and wear her fingernails down to almost nothing. At least her screaming makes it easy for people to find her! ]

Action.

[impossibly]

[ River is tiny compared to the ogre but there's strength in the way she leaps up to it, flip-kicks its chest and then drops to a low crouch to avoid it's annoyed strike. She swings the axe at its legs, springs again to chop at the arm holding Freya, and kicks high to party another blow. It's dodging well but so is she, fluid and unyielding, demanding with each swing and strike and spurt of viscera that the ogre give up his prize. ]

Action. /h-holy Santa Christ, River XD

[cursedtobe]

[ And to think, that ogre was just two days away from retirement when tiny one-woman army River charges in. When the ginormous beastie's progress stops, so do Freya's screams of protest- she honestly hadn't predicted that anyone would come to her aid.

When the sound of River's axe - wherever she found it - chopping into the Ogre's arm bring forth the beast's roars of pain and inevitably cause him to release Freya's leg, the druidess scrambled forward out of range, twisting around to stare in disbelief at her saviour.

Nevermind the injured leg, nevermind the spray of viscera and god knows what else - and despite everything in her screaming to flee - Freya froze in place to stare at the sight in sheer awe and shock. No way could that thing stand up to an assault like that for long. ]