Topic: Never Surrender

CaptainTapole

Date: 2010-03-17 04:13 EST
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.

CaptainTapole

Date: 2010-03-20 03:05 EST
Never Surrender - The Aftermath

Johnathan was raised never to sleep. Ever. There were a few times, though, that she did. She slept easily with Renne close to her--it was the comfort of him that brought her to be at ease. Another when is within the Oceans' Bubble for more than twenty-four hours--the waves lull her to be at ease. And another when she had the breakdown at the Harbours what seemed like only days ago which was actually nearly a month ago. The fight with the sinister-looking-dog-like creatures, though, was the worse by far.

By the time Johnathan slammed and slumped herself back into the wall where her storm-grey coat laid just hours after Midnight, she was out. The venom from the claws finally seeped into her--it was more than likely it was there the whole time, but adrenaline could have taken over her body at that point in time, daring not to let anything so in until the job was done for the time being.

It was mid-afternoon when Johnathan finally woke up, feeling completely groggy. It took her about a good twenty minutes or so for her to comprehend anything. She remembered what happened and everything, but it seemed like someone slammed her against the wall she was slumping against a thousand times over and then even a hundred times after that. It took her a little longer for Johnathan even to have the strength to get up and off from the ground.

Using the kris-sword as her crutch, Johnathan slowly got up and placed it back into its sheath. Limping and walking as if it is a sleep-zombie, she slowly walked over to the other portion of the wall where the kris-dagger laid and took her time to pick it up and place it behind her back again. Carefully and with small winces, Johnathan placed on the coat and started to head out to the Sea again. This time, though, it was in an area strangely enough towards the City itself; which was the only area the Oceans told her that it was safe.

Johnathan knew the scars--like all other scars upon her from her days of being at Sea--would be there forever, even when faded and healed over. It was the Sea, though, that help mend the wounds the best they can do and help her be a bit more revived than she is now. Along the way, though, she was hearing bits and pieces of other attacks and the fighters, defenders and even the healers and nurses.

Johnathan also knew that round two against the City will not take long to get here.