Sallow sighed and stood. She was missing all the fun. Maybe she could just break a few windows to bring her plants in. Yeah, that was a good idea. She walked over to the side of the house and used a few vines to shatter the window. She peered in. This way was clear. Hoisting herself up by the sill, she quietly slipped through.
He easily dodged the attack. One could say that it was the Ultimate Eye that allowed him to do so, but it might have simply been that he was expecting an attack from somewhere in the room. He raised his sword. Metal hit metal as he protected himself from the daggers.
Of course that wouldn't work. He couldn't see his attacker too well in the darkness, especially as fast as the attacker was, but he saw just enough to change his plans. Slipping one dagger into a pocket and pushing the sword back with the other, Lunis aimed a kick at the man's legs, hoping to topple him.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Sallow walked quietly through the house, looking for the trouble. She could hear sounds of combat down the hall, so she followed it, breaking a few more windows on her way.
Lunis was getting angry. This shouldn't be happening. This human shouldn't have been so fast and so strong. "Who are you?" Lunis growled. He feinted with a dagger aimed at the man's head, then tried to punch the man's stomach. "Why won't you go down?"
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
He easily dodged the next strings of attacks, like he had dodged the ones before. This was completely due to his Ultimate Eye. He was far too rusty in battle for it to be the result of his skills alone. "Well," he mused, switching his sword from one hand to the other, "I suppose it's because I don't want to be beaten by a complete stranger. Before I give you my name, you should offer your own-"
"It's Lunis," a voice cut him off.
He took a step back and turned to see who he had spoken.
He was unprepared for the sight that greeted him, but it flooded him with relief. There was two more familiar faces in the doorway alongside Sloth - Greed and Envy. The first of the two apparently had gotten his hands on a new outfit in the short time they had been apart, while the second was the one who had spoken.
"His name is Lunis," Envy repeated for emphasis. "His friends are hiding in here, and their names are Jaron and Kendrik."
"They're on our side," Greed helpfully added.
He took them for their word and put his sword in his sheath. He did make sure to join his siblings at the door, rather than get any closer to the man who had been attacking them only minutes ago.
Greed took a step forward. "Lunis, you can stop attacking him. He's Envy and I's brother. Same thing with the big guy behind us. The one with the sword is Reyes, and the big one is Sloth."
Lunis panted, clenching and unclenching his fists as he glared at the attacker, who was apparently named Reyes. He felt like he was on fire, especially around his cheeks. How could he lose again? Granted, the fight stopped early this time, thanks to the timely arrival of who turned out to be this guy's friends. Still, he couldn't have won, nor could he try again. "Fine," he said, putting the other dagger back in its sheath. "Fine. Have it your way. I could've won that fight, you know." The panther flopped down on the bed. A muffled scream came out from beneath him, and he jumped back up just in for Kendrik to squeeze his way out from beneath the bedframe. The hound, clutching a bleeding nose, glared up at Lunis. That burning feeling grew worse.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Sloth immediately looked away when he saw that the newcomer was naked, his face a bright shade of red as he tried his best not to catch a glimpse of her. Greed gave him a reassuring pat on the back. "Don't worry, Sloth, you've seen your sister like that plenty of times-"
"Lust doesn't count," Envy pointed out.
"She's a woman," Greed argued. "We've seen her naked. Therefore, she counts."
Envy rolled his eyes. Walking over to the nymph, he hesitantly grabbed onto her wrist. He started to make his way towards the hallway, determined to bring her downstairs even if she didn't want to follow him. That was where they had found the clothes, after all - and it had looked like there were other bedrooms in that hallway.
Sallow let herself be dragged by the creature who seemed the least effected by her body, sighing in exasperation. This was why she preferred to be alone. "Where are you-" she paused, "right. Clothing."
"Exactly," he said, trying to keep his gaze off of her. God, this was so awkward! Why couldn't she have just gotten some clothes on her own, or just worn them in the first place! He had volunteered to do it because Greed would never get the job done and he was the only one of them vaguely comfortable with this whole situation - though calling him comfortable was more than a bit of a stretch.
"Can ya all stop talkin' 'bout naked people?" Kendrik grumbled, walking over to the dresser and pulling Jaron up. The fox reached into a pocket to pull out a cloth for Kendrik's nose, but the hound wiped the blood off with his sleeve. They looked at the newcomers, who were still standing by the door. Kendrik didn't recognize one of them, but the other reminded him of a younger version of Yorew, minus an eye. "We've got better things to do."
"Like going where Envy went and sticking the stupidest thing I can find over your head," Lunis said. He'd been leaning against the wall, scowling, and now rose up and squeezed past the newcomers.
"That's not funny!" Kendrik called, running off after him.
Jaron stayed behind. Sloth and Reyes were apparently friends of Greed and Envy, and he was more interested in Reyes's sword than all this conversation about clothing. He stared up at the others and gulped, smiling weakly. "Hi?" he said.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
"You know, I wasn't technically wearing clothes in my true form, and no one bothered me then." She rolled her eyes, "but the minute I adopt a human form, everyone is squirming and looking away. It's all very annoying." She frowned as she stumbled a little on a floorboard. "And I am perfectly capable of walking on my own."
The three remaining brothers stuck together - it might have made more sense for them to join Envy and the others, but Jaron lingering in the room meant that they could do the same. Greed hung back; it looked like Jaron wanted to talk to the two newcomers, and not the person he had already met.
"Hi," Sloth said, giving him a shy wave and an equally shy smile.
Reyes nodded in his direction to show that he acknowledged the greeting, then gave one of his own. "Hello."
xXx
"Sorry," Envy apologized, letting go of her wrist. He was a bit too concerned about the situation to even think of how it must have felt for her, and immediately felt a little guilty about his reaction - he had similar ones, back when he was first made. "I think sometimes you just have to suck it up and blend in with the humans," he said, giving a small smile. After all, that was what he did.
