Survival

[Tyyr]

1919

"Get fucked," Mir sneered at her. "Or is that what you're after? Miss me sweetheart? Want another go?"

[Lighthawk]

Mir
1919

The daemoness's smile faded. "No, I just want you dead." She lunged through the hole in the wall, claws slashing. The razor edged weapons whistled as they whipped by Mir's ear, barely missing his throat as he jumped aside.

[Tyyr]

1920

"Stick to screwing, you're better at it," Mir said as he lunged to the side. He swung the improvised club at the demoness as she sailed past, clipping her in the left thigh.

[Lighthawk]

Mir
1920

A sudden flash of blinding light blazed, quick as a lightning strike, where Mir hit the daemoness. She let out a gasping shriek and fell back, smoke curling from blackened flesh upon her leg. Her eyes flashed, glowing red, and she swept a hand up. Flames erupted from the air itself, raging toward Mir.

[Tyyr]

1920


"Aahhghhh!" Mir snarled as the spat of unholy flame splashed across his shoulder. The eldritch flames ate away at his skin but a quick roll on his part let him avoid the worst of the flames. With bits of flesh still smoking he put his head down and shoulder checked the demoness, sending her tumbling over the bed to fall on her back between them. Raising the lamp again he brought it down with a meaty smack on her stomach, accompanied by a blinding flash of light.

[Lighthawk]

Mir
1920

The daemoness screamed, a beastial sound that was part pain and part rage, as she curled around the smoking ruin of her belly. Her form waivered, and vanished.

Mir shot upright in bed, wincing at the burning ache in his shoulder, his ears still ringing with the daemoness's scream. Then he realized he could still hear the shrieks, muffled by distance, but still clearly audible. Solaria stood by the room's window, looking outside for the source of the racket.

[Tyyr]

Mir
1920

Mir's eyes shot around the room. When he spotted Solaria he charged up out of the bed and grabbed her shoulder roughly, squeezing to ensure she was real.

[Lighthawk]

Mir
1920

Solaria jumped, and Mir felt a sudden jolt run down his arm, though it quickly faded to a mere tingling, as if the limb had fallen asleep.

"By the throne, don't do that to me!" she gasped.

[Tyyr]

1920

Mir shook his arm, frowning. She was real, or atleast seemed to be. It had been a dream, he guessed. Then again he had no idea what a demoness was capable of, the first time he'd met her he was pretty sure he'd been awake and she'd been solid. "We've gotta go, that's her. She was in my head. She's gotta know where we are."

[Lighthawk]

Mir
1920

"Frak," Solaria cursed. "Where we going?"

[Tyyr]

1920

"I dunno," Mir said as he grabbed his clothes and armor and started to quickly pull them on. "How the hell could she get in my head anyways?"

[Lighthawk]

Mir
1921

Solaria thought for a moment before remarking, "It's possible to divine a person's location if you have something of theirs..." She blushed slightly. "And you and her..."

[Tyyr]

1921

"...you're fraking with me... my little swimmers... she's finding me because...? Oh for the love of the throne."

[Lighthawk]

Mir
1921

"You fucked a daemon, what did you think you'd get in return, sunshine and puppies?" Solaria half exclaimed, before taking a deep breath. "Maybe I can do something about it..." She reached out and plucked a pinch of hair from Mir's scalp.

[Tyyr]

1921

"Ouch and usually when I fuck the girl doesn't crawl into my dreams and try to kill me."