Play well, but don't lose your-

[keep_hallways]

Who: Open, please tag yourselves
What: Hallows Eve Celebration, part 2
When: Forward-dated to the 31st of October, 10:30pm
Where: The Keep's Great Hall, the grounds, anywhere

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[3wayforjustice]

Follow it.

Maybe it was stupid. But out of the pair of them, they were the ones who, technically, had the weapon. Even if said weapon was on its last legs. They saw it spit something -- but there was healing for that. Just down some lyrium mixture. It would be fine.

I left them in my coat...

They followed it, got in as close as they could, seeming to ignore the spear in its hand. Drawing their hands back, they started to fling a final blast of magic toward its head.

[iwannabeadragon]

As close as he was when the creature spat there was no avoiding the spray. The venom splattered across Hawke's chest and got to work instantly. Whatever it was it burned, but it was nothing that Hawke couldn't handle though his skin was already starting to swell up.

"Anders watch the spear!"

For all Hawke knew that thing was playing possum and waiting for one of them to get close. He rushed over to the scarecrow, intent on stomping on the hand that held the weapon and pinning it to the ground while his friend finished it off.

[strawfright]

Too late.

The spear snapped up and drove hard for Anders's gut. But not a second later, the scarecrow lost its grip on the shaft as its arm was stomped back down to the grass.

For an instant, it didn't move. Then it rolled to face Hawke and spat again.

[3wayforjustice]

The sudden, sharp agony of the hit knocks Justice all the way back to the Fade. So to speak. Blue light cuts out abruptly, leaving only the man behind to deal with the damage. His breath jerks, a surprised sort of gasp escaping before fatigue and pain drive him down to his knees.

Then to the ground completely, half-curled around the protruding spear.

He doesn't get back up.

[iwannabeadragon]

Hawke barely managed to cover his face with his arm in time. The spit still stung his face, but at least it didn't get into his eyes. Though when he saw Anders curled on the ground with a spear sticking out of him he didn't feel much better. In fact he felt a whole lot worse.

"Anders!"

He wanted to rush over and help the mage, but before he could this thing needed to die. Lifting his foot, he brought his heel down on top of its pumpkin shaped head.

[strawfright]

The pumpkin did not so much as bruise, and the scarecrow would take the first opportunity to roll away. Should it escape, it would climb to its feet and begin capering from foot to foot once again, arms slack and waving.

[3wayforjustice]

There was a world of pain and not much else. Not much, except for the dim realization that Hawke, his friend, was still unarmed, and there wasn't anything he could do.

His hand fought to move, eventually closing on the end of the spear. This could be monumentally stupid. It would have to be quick. Maybe he could drag himself back to his room for the lyrium. Maybe there was enough magic to hold things together...

And yes, he did cry out when he tugged the spear free. No one could possibly blame him.

"Hawke--"

[iwannabeadragon]

With all the swearing Hawke was doing in his head right now it was amazing that the Maker didn't smite him where he stood. That damn idiot was only making things worse for himself, and if he fell unconscious then...Hawke didn't even want to think about it.

Instead he just took the spear without a word and followed after the scarecrow. The thing was agile, but so was he. Sticking the spear into the ground, Hawke pole vaulted over it before spinning around and trying to take out its legs with the spear. If he knocked it down again then he was going to try to impale it through the chest.

[strawfright]

The scarecrow danced and capered and leaped clean over the spear strike.

And straight for Hawke.

It aimed to butt his forehead, though it's own pumpkin-head was far harder than any squash had a right to be. If he didn't dodge, it would latch on, clinging to him with straw arms and legs. It lacked the mass to bowl him over, but it could cling well enough.

Feel free to skip me.

[3wayforjustice]

Meanwhile, the downed mage curls in tighter around himself, hands covering the wound. The barest flickers of light dart over his fingers -- just enough. Just enough to keep from death.

For a little while, anyway. A very short while.

Roger that o7

[iwannabeadragon]

Next time Hawke was going to bring a belt or something, so if he ever decided to walk around half naked again he'd at least have some of his equipment.

He didn't have enough time to strike again with the spear but he did have enough time to strike. As the thing lunged through the air towards him, Hawke kicked at its chest to knock it back to the ground. For Anders sake, he needed to kill that thing fast.

Roger roger

[strawfright]

Made of straw, wood and squash, light and ungainly, the scarecrow tumbled backwards and smacked hard into the feet of some of its nearby brethren. They shook on their own stakes. One pumpkin head tumbled free and began rolling across the grass. The scarecrow remained where it had fallen.

[iwannabeadragon]

It wasn't going to have another chance to get back up either. Charging forward, Hawke thrust his spear at the pumpkins head as he did with the other.

[strawfright]

The spear bounced.

The scarecrow made no effort to move. It just smiled up at Hawke as though this were all part of some hilarious joke.

Its cloak shifted and began to hum.

[iwannabeadragon]

And there was even more swearing coming from Hawke. Alright, if he couldn't destroy the head then he would just have to destroy everything else.

Instead of thrusting the spear at the scarecrow's head again he thrust it into its chest to keep it pinned the ground while Hawke stomped as hard as he could on anything he could reach.

[strawfright]

The humming intensified, the cloak rippling. And then a host of bees rose from its folds, at once swarming around Hawke, buzzing and stinging.