The Challenge From Beyond - Regroup

[meatbabies]

You're the ones who are good enough (or lucky) enough to be close to Escherville. You've had the good fortune to be scooped up and now you need to regroup and get ready to take on the Nightmare King himself. Time to reorganize and gear up as best you can with what you've got. The Nightmare King isn't going to wait for you.

Get moving.

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[lackofdarkwings]

Nursing an arm was all right for Matt. It didn't slow him down any for the point of being hit there previously. But there was a mission and the young warrior was ready to kick some serious ass.

His shield glowed softly and he smirked. This was going to be fun.

[halfa_hero]

Danny? Had just fought his way out of his nightmare, currently wasn't able to go ghost thanks to the Nightmare King, and pretty much looked like shit.

"Hey Matt."

[lackofdarkwings]

"Dude, you look like hell," said Matt in a way of greeting. His hand lit up and he muttered, "Healing!"

A soft white glow emitted from his hand and flew towards Danny. "This'll help with the aches."

[halfa_hero]

"Oh, like you'd look any better if you were forced to fight your more powerful evil future self without being able to use powers." Danny snarked back.

[lackofdarkwings]

"Hey, who's the guy here with the healing and buffs?" reminded Matt as he pointed his sword at Danny. "Sharpness!"

And magic spiraled up under the young man, increasing his strength and speed. "Hmm... you look like you need a blessing."

A crown flared over Danny's head and he smirked. "C'mon man, you don't annoy the healer."

[halfa_hero]

"Again, had to fight my evil future self and didn't have any powers while doing it. This does not a happy Danny make Matt."

[lackofdarkwings]

"True. I had to fight off a version of myself from a parallel universe," replied Matt. "You need something else? More buffs? A sword or a shield or something?"

[halfa_hero]

"Well, sword'd probably help, yeah."

[lackofdarkwings]

Sweeping a hand behind him, Matt came out with a Roman Short sword and handed it hilt first to Danny. "It's not much, but I was only able to snag a few from Will's Gym before everything went down."

[enter_aeneas]

And, limping up to him with an extremely concerned look on his brow, was Matt’s oh-so-reliable alien quadruped Aeneas, no worse for wear other than a cut on the back of his head and the absorption of what remained of his pain medications. He was looking…oddly defiant. Almost courageous, if you can believe it.

But first, there is some interspecies parenting to be done.

“Matt!” he trilled, translated voice a mix of happiness and worry and relief, “Oh thank Spode-are you well? Injured? Mentally traumatized?”

[lackofdarkwings]

"A little sore bud, but I'm fine," said Matt, looking over at Aeneas, a relieved expression crossing his own expression. "I'm glad you're okay."

An awkward silence passed before Matt added, "Hey Ani? Sorry bud, for not being there in the hospital with you. After I drained myself of magic healing the worst of your injuries, I just slept for days afterward. My bad."

[enter_aeneas]

Aeneas almost laughed. Almost.

“There is no need to apologize,” he purred with a smile, “If not for you, then I would have been in a much poorer condition than I am now. If anything, it should be I who is concerned about the aftermath of that encounter-I could have seriously hurt you by draining so much energy…”

He’s rambling now. Better stop him before he gets ahead of himself.

[lackofdarkwings]

"Ah the worst that would happen is that I'd sleep for another week," remarked Matt with a hint of a grin. "Besides, I'm glad I helped out as much as possible."

He rolled his shoulder, feeling the final threads of Healing pass by. "That should do it. My shoulder's back to normal. Caught some fire on it."

[enter_aeneas]

Aeneas gave a concerned raise of his brow.

“You are injured then?”

Not that he could say much else-with the usual ship medications starting to wear off, the alien wasn’t feeling much better. His weight was noticeably shifted onto his front legs.

[lackofdarkwings]

"Just a wee bit, nothing to worry about." Matt presented his arm which had a torn sleeve and pink skin under it. "I healed it up but I'll get it looked at later. You on the other hand look like you need a boost."

Matt pointed his sword at Aeneas' feet and said, "Don't move, okay? Gonna give you the equivalent of a booster. Sharpness!"

Magic pooled around Aeneas' feet and it flared up around him. "That should increase your physical strength and accuracy in battle."

[enter_aeneas]

The creature blinked, cocking his head when he realized that things were starting to slow down a little bit. Or, more likely, he was speeding up. His vision cleared, his working legs became oddly springy-it was like gravity and light had changed their very composition, just for him.

Thank you, constants of science. Aeneas gave Matt a quick nod and a broad smile. It’d been a while since he felt this good…

Of course, now he had to return the favor. “Is there anything you need before we head out? This may be our last chance to gather supplies.”