004 || Video//Action

[sangreine]

[Saya looks battle-worn, but in control as she turns on the feed, perhaps to call for help or check on someone's welfare. But the chance is lost as the device is knocked from her grasp, tumbling to a stop feet away. The tilted feed shows Saya leaping to meet the attack of multiple assailants, using little more than a kitchen knife and her inhuman speed and agility to fight them off.]

[Then, just as the battle seems well in hand, she stops. The knife clatters to the pavement as she instead backs away from the fight with slow and shaking steps. The feed shows only her lower half as she's backed against a wall, essentially allowing the ghoul, whose face is off-camera, to close in.]

[Her skills and agility from just seconds before should allow her to take this one enemy in seconds. Yet she is still, and in fact extending a hand to it...]


((OOC: Halp please? Videos will be answered after the fight! ...Though she might be a little off. >.>;; ))

Comments

[charring]

Sweetie, I don't think trying to remember someone because a flesh eating monster is the way to do it. Now, come on.

I need to get home. [Please come with her, Saya. Just this once. Charlie's fingers lace through Saya's hand, a gentle but urgent tug on her arm should hopefully do the trick.] We need to go. And that thing needs to be stopped before it hurts anyone else.

[sangreine]

[Charlie's right, of course. Saya knew that, hasn't forgotten it. But down to the deepest part of her, she would rather die herself than hurt the gnashing, clawing monster that is advancing yet again on her and Charlie.]

I know. [Saya can't hide the tears that slide freely down, making wet trails through the grime coating her skin. She grits her teeth against a sob and strikes, fierce as she had been with the others whose faces meant nothing to her.]

[The knife goes in, and she smells the acrid sting of smoke, distantly hears a desperate wail ripped from her throat.]

[charring]

[Charlie just grabs her hand and starts moving away. She tries to keep behind Saya, eyes once again on the monster. There's a flash of heat and she's hitting it -it's an it it's not a child it's an it an it an it- hard, keeping fire in one place. On the creature. Keeping it from going anywhere else when the creature moves and flails. It's hard work and her concentration is elsewhere for a moment.]

We'll be fine, Saya. We'll go back to my house for a bit.

[Her tone is distant for a moment, shifting a bit as she pulls the fire back. She turns her attention to Saya, takes one look at the girl and the wail registers. Charlie's arms go around her. She's not good at comforting people but this is Saya. She can try for her.]

Sweetie...

[Charlie has you, Saya. And she's so very sorry.]

[sangreine]

[Saya's trembling as the ghoul splats on the ground, the knife still in its chest. A deep breath, two, and she's composed enough to lean down and yank the knife free. She may need it. And beyond that, she doesn't want to worry Charlie any further. Breaking down now isn't safe for either of them.] I'm okay. It's okay, Charlie.

[While she's down there, she brushes her fingertips over boy's face and whispers an apology.]

[Then, it's time to go. And yes, she'll follow Charlie; she couldn't leave anyone alone in this. Saya's still holding back tears but she can manage this, she has to.] Okay, let's go.

[charring]

Home, then. [And Charlie's off. She knows this city well enough to know back-alley routes and all, so they're home sooner than usual and with minimal ghoul related trouble. She keeps the fire in check, not burning anything now. Just using it to knock zombies out of the way. Once they're home, the animals greet Saya first and Charlie almost smiles. Phantom is the happiest to see her, running around Saya's feet and rolling onto his back for attention.]

You alright?

[sangreine]

[Saya stoops down to pet the little ones, half-heartedly. Part of her, still in half-mad grief over whatever or whoever she just killed, wants to snap at Charlie to stop always asking that.]

...Yeah. [She straightens and nods, offers a muted smile at the pet menagerie.] I can't decide if it's better or worse that I can't remember him.