[EVENT] LUCERNE ATTACK

[soul_mods]

Characters: OPEN to Lucerne agents and the agents coming in from Liechtenstein
Location: Lucerne, Switzerland
Rating: PG
Time: December 20
Description: Shibusen Lucerne gets attacked and its agents attempt to defend it. Event Summary Here

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[lavenderglasses]

[when the world suddenly spins and blurs it takes a few seconds for his mind to catch up, figure out what's happened. there's a twinge of pain at his temple and a drip of warmth, and his vision is spinning and somehow suddenly unfamiliar. he staggers back, his free hand automatically coming up to his head as he tries to steady himself and he feels no silky fabric, only a thin line of blood where a claw had caught him pulling away the blindfold.

finally he can see again, and he's already spinning around as he looks back up, frantically looking for his partner, but shit wait that's not right and he turns to find the clown again, still active and still a threat, of course it's still there why wouldn't be be why did he take his eyes off it

he's barely faced back around when he finds it, a mass of black far too close for comfort and even while he processes that fact there's a sudden flash of movement at the base of his vision, a pressure that forces him back a step, and quickly following, a wave of pain that makes him gasp and jerk, the blade slipping from his hand as he tries to remember to breathe.

and it all happens in just a few moments. and by the time he's realized what happened the clown has retracted its vector arrow, and suddenly without that holding him in place, the king crumples, all pain and throbbing heat in his abdomen and a spinning glimpse of the clown turning back to the other fighters before his vision goes black.]

[hatedriven]

[he realizes his mistake too late, what happened, but as soon as he does he knows he needs to get back to his partner. he doesn't wait to be reached, he's already shifting back into a body that can move because this was fucked up and they needed to get out of here and leave the fighting for people who weren't exhausted-

but the vector reaches out before he can get his feet under him, and he sees it in slow motion when he looks up, sees the weapon that had punched through the king's body retracting, and the clown turning it's attention elsewhere because they were no longer a threat. the look of shock, a look all too familiar, blood blossoming like a lotus across his white coat and pooling on the ground. the clatter of metal as the sword tips onto the ground.

his arm is still changing back when he lurches forward, and the sound that leaves him is nothing short of a fractured scream:]

SARA!

[hatedriven]

[no no no it's everything he'd been privy to before. it was naruto's capture, it was the fight with that ice wielder, it was fighting gaara to save sakura's life, it was his entire family and the arterial spray that haunted fitful nights. this was why he shouldn't have let himself get attached. this was why he left konoha. i'll never watch another important person die in front of me again.]

Sara- [his voice drops the way his body does, and without checking if the man is dead from the attack he slips both arms under the king, picks him up and leaps out of the battle. the distance isn't safe, nothing around here is safe, but they aren't underfoot and the fallen alcove is enough cover for him to set the king down.

his hands are shaking when he checks the blond's pulse- weak, barely there- and a small explosion happens in his chest. unbridled panic, and all at once sasuke feels like a child again. he grasps at his training, trying to get his wild mind under control.

saralegui can't die.

there's too much blood, and sasuke is ripping his shirt off before he can fully process what he's doing, reaching down to create a compress around the gaping wound and the steady spill of crimson. distantly, he watches himself fix the bandage, watches the colour stain his hands and catch on his wrist guards. he'd done this, he'd known sara couldn't fight this way, why had he pushed?]

It'll be fine. [he says it even though he knows saralegui can't hear him, but either way his voice doesn't sound like his own.] You'll be fine. [but his gaze is off the king, even as he once more picks him up, smearing blood across his bare chest, breath sticking his throat with the taste of iron and madness on the air, and he runs]