Never Surrender
Johnathan knew it was around the time to have the Saint Patrick little shin-dig party event happen; but Johnathan was never one to really socialise. She only attended the wedding of the Lees when she was originally going to sit in the back, but the crazy-happenstance of finding Renne made her basically socialise for that brief week.
The docks, though given all the issues that occurred with herself and Renne around this area, were the safest areas to Johnathan. Of course, the stench worsened within the past few days and the Oceans were scared to speak, even to her. It was just past sundown when the frog-charm started to glow a bright-yellow glow. Johnathan had seen this glow before, but she tried her best to hide the glow when any formation of canines were near. It was then did she clench her head in pain, hearing the Oceans scream out in terror and pain. Wincing, she tumbled over to the closest building wall and hunched close to it.
It took a few minutes for Johnathan to regain her strength and balance. During that time, though, that was when the those unusual sinister-looking creatures came out of the Waters. Keeping a hand over the still-glowing frog-charm; which faded away very quickly, she took off the storm-grey coat and dropped it to the ground. Then came out the kris-sword from its sheath and held it at the ready while slowly leaning forward to watch the creatures. They were out--and it looked like they were hungry as well.
Johnathan did not know much about these rather ugly-looking creatures and honestly she did not care about it. Placing herself back against the wall of the building, she took a few moments to let the beasts go through and for her to breathe calmly. Slowly closing her eyes, then opening them back up, she pushed herself off the wall using the butt of the hilt and gripped onto it as she placed herself out in the open.
One of the stragglers of the beasts came charging down one of the streets. Johnathan ran after it and placed her index finger and pinky right inside that the tip of her mouth and whistled loudly to catch its attention. Which it did.
The creature turned about and took no hesitation at rampaging towards Johnathan. She held her ground, though.
Wait for it.
The beast did not take long for the paws to be within reach of Johnathan and she took no hesitation to slash away at the paw. It gave a gash, but not a deep one; however it did not stop the beast itself from swatting at Johnathan; which did knock her back and down a couple of yards away.Quickly getting up, she charged at it, with sword in one hand and grabbing the near matching kris-dagger from her back. Taking no hesitation, right as the paw was going to swat at her again, she rammed the dagger into its inner forearm. This caused the beast to stagger only for a few small seconds before using its monstrous teeth and jaws to pick the dagger out and spit it right at her; which did make a gash on part of her thigh as she was trying to jump out of the way. The gash broke through the leather pants Johnathan always wears, but it left also a small gash on the outer thigh itself.
Tuck and rolling, Johnathan went back towards the beast, but then was clawed deeply at her shirt and her stomach.
The tucks, dodges. rolls, slashes, and swipes continued on what seemed like forever, but was only another twenty minutes. Johnathan's right arm was broken, her clothes hanging on for dear life. She then thought of something and then immediately ran out towards the docks. The beast followed her closely, swiping at her but keep missing by just mere inches.
Johnathan then took a dive right into the Waters. No bubble around her, this time, she just held her breath and prayed that holding it would last long enough. It did not take long at all for the beast to follow her. That was when Johnathan took the advantage. Knowing that it takes anything and everything--even herself and other creatures of the Sea--a good moment to settle into the water, the now-heavy and slow moving sword of hers did its best to go straight to the eye.
The sword did not hit directly at the eye, but instead the side of the head. The damage was not enough to make the beast die, but enough to make it unconscious. Seeing how her chest was burning deeply and she did not have the strength both physically and being under-water to actually slash it enough to get killed, she swam up to shore. Quickly climbing up to the dock, she grunted in pain and panted heavily. Laying there for a few moments, Johnathan used her sword as her crutch to very slowly and carefully walk back to her coat. Slouching down to the floor, she carefully placed the coat around her and just rested there.
Johnathan knew this fight was not even near finish--but only on hold...for now.
Johnathan knew it was around the time to have the Saint Patrick little shin-dig party event happen; but Johnathan was never one to really socialise. She only attended the wedding of the Lees when she was originally going to sit in the back, but the crazy-happenstance of finding Renne made her basically socialise for that brief week.
The docks, though given all the issues that occurred with herself and Renne around this area, were the safest areas to Johnathan. Of course, the stench worsened within the past few days and the Oceans were scared to speak, even to her. It was just past sundown when the frog-charm started to glow a bright-yellow glow. Johnathan had seen this glow before, but she tried her best to hide the glow when any formation of canines were near. It was then did she clench her head in pain, hearing the Oceans scream out in terror and pain. Wincing, she tumbled over to the closest building wall and hunched close to it.
It took a few minutes for Johnathan to regain her strength and balance. During that time, though, that was when the those unusual sinister-looking creatures came out of the Waters. Keeping a hand over the still-glowing frog-charm; which faded away very quickly, she took off the storm-grey coat and dropped it to the ground. Then came out the kris-sword from its sheath and held it at the ready while slowly leaning forward to watch the creatures. They were out--and it looked like they were hungry as well.
Johnathan did not know much about these rather ugly-looking creatures and honestly she did not care about it. Placing herself back against the wall of the building, she took a few moments to let the beasts go through and for her to breathe calmly. Slowly closing her eyes, then opening them back up, she pushed herself off the wall using the butt of the hilt and gripped onto it as she placed herself out in the open.
One of the stragglers of the beasts came charging down one of the streets. Johnathan ran after it and placed her index finger and pinky right inside that the tip of her mouth and whistled loudly to catch its attention. Which it did.
The creature turned about and took no hesitation at rampaging towards Johnathan. She held her ground, though.
Wait for it.
The beast did not take long for the paws to be within reach of Johnathan and she took no hesitation to slash away at the paw. It gave a gash, but not a deep one; however it did not stop the beast itself from swatting at Johnathan; which did knock her back and down a couple of yards away.Quickly getting up, she charged at it, with sword in one hand and grabbing the near matching kris-dagger from her back. Taking no hesitation, right as the paw was going to swat at her again, she rammed the dagger into its inner forearm. This caused the beast to stagger only for a few small seconds before using its monstrous teeth and jaws to pick the dagger out and spit it right at her; which did make a gash on part of her thigh as she was trying to jump out of the way. The gash broke through the leather pants Johnathan always wears, but it left also a small gash on the outer thigh itself.
Tuck and rolling, Johnathan went back towards the beast, but then was clawed deeply at her shirt and her stomach.
The tucks, dodges. rolls, slashes, and swipes continued on what seemed like forever, but was only another twenty minutes. Johnathan's right arm was broken, her clothes hanging on for dear life. She then thought of something and then immediately ran out towards the docks. The beast followed her closely, swiping at her but keep missing by just mere inches.
Johnathan then took a dive right into the Waters. No bubble around her, this time, she just held her breath and prayed that holding it would last long enough. It did not take long at all for the beast to follow her. That was when Johnathan took the advantage. Knowing that it takes anything and everything--even herself and other creatures of the Sea--a good moment to settle into the water, the now-heavy and slow moving sword of hers did its best to go straight to the eye.
The sword did not hit directly at the eye, but instead the side of the head. The damage was not enough to make the beast die, but enough to make it unconscious. Seeing how her chest was burning deeply and she did not have the strength both physically and being under-water to actually slash it enough to get killed, she swam up to shore. Quickly climbing up to the dock, she grunted in pain and panted heavily. Laying there for a few moments, Johnathan used her sword as her crutch to very slowly and carefully walk back to her coat. Slouching down to the floor, she carefully placed the coat around her and just rested there.
Johnathan knew this fight was not even near finish--but only on hold...for now.