>>Hope and pray that you'll never need me

[zerosuitjill]

Who; zerosuitjill, inforapound, chosefamily
What; Licker huntin'. /cocks shotgun :|
Where; The Labyrinth
When; Late morning, August 11
Rating; PG-13 for inevitable violence and possible language.
Status; Closed; ongoing

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[chosefamily]

Sam was really starting to hate this labyrinth. After going through it to rescue Bobby, here he was, right back in the middle of it, hunting things with...tongues.

Things that could be killed, thankfully. Sam was concentrating on that part of it. Of course, if the gun and shotgun didn't work, he hoped that Jill knew about explosives because that was one thing that they'd never messed with. And, thankfully, nothing they'd dealt with had required it.

He stayed behind Jill, pistol ready as he covered her back and kept a look out for anything that headed their direction.

askdfl; I'm sorry, the sick ate my brain.

[inforapound]

For once, Balthazar was quiet. This was the third time he'd been down in the Labyrinth, and he'd absorbed enough of the atmosphere to be somber, at least in comparison to his usual sharp sarcasm. He kept quiet, bringing up the rear with senses unfurled to note anything - or anyone - incoming.

At least, anything or anyone that wasn't hidden; he'd not yet forgotten the fog and the near-blindness that came with it.

It wasn't an accident that he carried a blade - longer and heavier than his usual fare - rather than a gun. He'd seen enough of them to understand their workings, but he trusted steel and magic more than he did firearms. In part because he had no fear of missing with those and hitting either of his companions.

It's cool! Sick happens. 8[

[zerosuitjill]

They weren't searching long. Going by the sounds, the maze did a good job of dividing the monsters up into groups between all the twists and turns, which only served to aid Jill's purpose in the short run

Sick sucks. Glad you're feeling better!

[chosefamily]

"Fun." Sam kept his voice pitched low, trying not to breathe too deeply. Because, seriously, that was just a nasty smell. And Sam had smelled some nasty things before.

He glanced to Balthazar, checking out the knife with a nod of approval. Honestly, he was sort of feeling like he should have brought his own, but the shotgun was probably a better weapon for him right now. "So. We try to get to the belly, right? That's the weak spot?"