[closed]

[scornful]

Date & Time: The Children's Crusades, 1212 [07/28-07/30, Exsilium Time]
Location: San Pietro Island off Sardinia
Characters: Catsovi e Viciro (scornful), Syllona (lexiconning)
Summary: *GERARD WAY VOICE* or more helpfully, mission
Warnings: WE ARE ROLLING IN THE BLOOD OF DEAD CHILDREN, MANY, MANY OF THEM

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[ arrival ]
[ crash ]

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[scornful]

[ Quick as lightning, Cat grabs the dying man, spins, and heaves his body at the trio of children behind them who'd witnessed the whole thing. One boy, two girls, all of them knocked down. The boy is the smallest. Cat advances on them with steps perhaps too sure for someone who's supposedly blind.

There's screaming, now. Oh well.

One of the girls manages to get out from under the body and pulls the boy free with her. He makes a run for it. Good. If Cat couldn't see him, he could certainly hear those pounding footsteps. ]

Get the boy!

[ He snaps his order at Syllona quickly, not letting her any pause to process the situation, to think, to freeze up, and as he shouts he draws his own sword. ]

[lexiconning]

[ There's something odd in what's just happened, that much registers; but acting, moving, is more important.

The boy goes down roughly with a tackle, shrieking for help as Syllona goes again for the throat-- but she meets his wide, frightened eyes. She can't... quite bring the dagger down, but he's still screaming, and that's dangerous.

So instead, she grips his throat down in her free hand, adding in the other when he struggles. There are more voices now, a few older children come to investigate, but they don't dare too close once the scene is in view.

She looks up, heart pounding in her ears, and calls out quickly. ]

Five more!

[scornful]

[ Cat sees Syllona hesitate and not use the dagger and he groans, inwardly, irritated. He strides forward. Over the dead body. Pausing only to kill the third girl, still trapped underneath the crewman's corpse -- Cat dispatches of her with a quick downwards stab of his sword, the action casual, almost an afterthought. ]

Then go get them, girl!

[ Cat's leisurely pace suddenly breaks, and he leaps at the tallest of the children. His movements are lightning; the boy's dead before he can even complete his step back. Blood sprays. Screaming intensifies. Catsovi listens to Syllona, waiting -- waiting for her to kill the boy he'd sent her after. ]

[lexiconning]

[ Cat's attack on the taller child has the others in full panic, even Syllona turns to blink as the body drops. The shock ends for one boy and he lunges for her, fist aimed at her head. Her reaction to this is immediate. She reels out of his range, dagger curled again in her hand. He loses balance with the swing and she's fast with a rough slash to his throat -- and a second. There's anger behind it.

But just as quickly as it happens, Syllona stumbles back, tense and quick to right herself against the rock of the ship. The smaller child still lies at her feet, sputtering coughs and sobbing, but Syllona doesn't look.

The others flee, screaming. It's not hard to guess they'll have worse company soon. ]

[scornful]

[ Catsovi, his back still turned to Syllona, smiles just slightly. Good. She's getting the hang of it.

With a quick flick of the wrist, he snaps the crying boy's neck before Syllona's attention can return to him.

And that done, he looks ahead. ]

Sounds like the crew's noticed. Is that correct? [ Cat gestures forwards, towards the wheel. Armed crewmen are coming down towards them now, quickly. Their steps are sure and certain against the rocking of the ship.

He shifts his grip on his sword and strides forwards, moving quickly. He too appears unbothered by the swaying of the deck. He raises both hands -- four, five fleeing children drop dead all around them, screams cut off by suddenly severed necks or spines. ]

Let's go meet them.

[lexiconning]

Ah- [ Her response dies in her throat after Cat's little display. She throws a shocked look his way, trying for the life of her to summon a little-- what? Horror at the gore? Outrage that he didn't tell her? There's too much happening at once to decide which, but she's leaning towards the latter.

Syllona moves to follow, much less sure of her own steps. She gives her head a shake, to clear it, and switches the dagger to her left hand to take out a stick of chalk. ]

I don't-- don't think I'll be much use like this. [ The entrance to the lower half of the ship isn't far off, children wasting no time to hurry down. An idea strikes. She holds her breath, eying the crewmen fast approaching. ]

I can make this easier, if I get a minute. Can you take them?