Rhythms of Chaos

Arthur

Arthur, panting, arrived on the outskirts of the village just after the fight had broken out. He quickly spotted Geneva, firing her arrows into the crowd of monsters. His father was out there as well, defending his city. The rest of his family was nowhere in sight.

“Genie!” he yelled, dashing towards her.

“Arthur, what are you doing here?!” she groaned.

“I’m coming to take care of you! You – both of us, really – should be in one of the big houses! Our house is safe, and we should be there!”

“Oh, no you don’t!” Geneva cried as he tried to drag her off.

“Geneva, please, try to be reasonable. Noble blood like yours should not be wasted – ”

“Oh, stuff it, Arthur.”

Jesse:

I watched Geneva and Arthur as they argued. I frowned. When had we gone outside? I shook my head and turned my attention to Myles. He was attempting to drag me off into the trees.

"What?" I whispered. He dug his nails in.

"Camp!" He hissed. My eyes went wide. Oh no! Camp!

"Let's go!" I said and ran off.

Myles followed, muttering to himself about my impulses.

Jeremiah

As they reached the Caldoran house in the town, Jeremiah and Michael came upon the sight of Lillian watching Geneva and Arthur arguing, as usual. Michael sniggered, "That boy has no clue...no clue at all."

Jeremiah looked at him quizzically, and Michael gave another chuckle. "For that matter, you don't either, little brother. Alright, let's go."

The two of them walked forward, and Geneva and Arthur ceased their bickering for a moment to look at them, apparently curious as to why they were in town, especially when the mutants were outside. Anyone would have thought that all the Ulis family would be fighting them tooth and claw. After all, the mixture of courage, stupidity, and an overreactive sense of duty was more or less a family trait.

"You three are going to have to get inside, where it's safer." Michael said. "Dad's orders, so don't even think about arguing, 'cause we're not about to go against those."

Lillian was the last person who might need to be told twice, sprinting off towards the Brimas home and screaming about monsters. But her sister was spoiling for a fight, which was saying nothing of her stubbornness. Geneva set her hands on her hips. "I can fight! I'm better off doing that."

"It'll be easier for you to shoot at things if they're not actually attacking you." Jeremiah pointed out.

"See, Genie?" Arthur said, "It's -"

Jeremiah hauled the noble boy off the ground, slinging his body over one shoulder. "No arguing, Arthur." He said, "You've got to be inside as well."

Michael smirked, having realised that Arthur had been arguing the same point that they had. He had always been a little more astute than Jeremiah in that sense. But he wasn't about to point anything out, content to simply watch the bratty noble be put in his place. "Right, you get them moving then, Jeremiah. I'll round up the rest of the people Dad wanted."

Geneva stared as Jeremiah slung Arthur over his shoulder as easily as one might a large sack of potatoes. And then, he was gone, leaving Geneva alone with Michael. He flinched momentarily as a sudden, sharp twang emanated from her bow; she'd been plucking at the string.

"I don't like this..." Her mouth was set stubbornly. "What if I can't attack the monsters from my window?"

"Now you're just being irrational, Geneva." He smiled sympathetically at her. "I know you probably don't like the idea of sitting back and waiting for the wave to hit, but with any luck, you'll probably get to 'attack the monsters'."

Geneva frowned, then sighed. "Alright. Just..."

The screams were getting louder; apparently, the mutants were getting closer. Michael grabbed Geneva's arms and started to drag her towards the Brimas' house. "Let's go!"

Jesse:

As I was running, I realised that Myles was no longer following me and that Barb had vanished.

I stopped short and looked around. I was in the middle of the forest now and I couldn't see anything but trees. I turned around in a circle slowly, looking for my dog and Myles.

Nothing. Just trees and more trees. I groaned. This was pointless..

Suddenly a howl rang out.

Arthur

“Put me down!” Arthur howled as the larger man set off at a run with Arthur dangling over his shoulder.

“PUT ME DOWN, or so help me I’ll – ” but before Arthur could complete his threat, Jeremiah hit an uneven patch of road. Arthur bounced and was suddenly in danger of falling.

“Don’t drop me!” he cried, clutching at Jeremiah’s shirt.

“Which one do you want?” asked Jeremiah, holding back a laugh. “Should I drop you or not?”

“Not!” Squeaked Arthur, clinging on for dear life.

*Darkkon*

My hounds howled. someone was close, trying to escape. I shushed them, and gave them directions to surround the runner, but not reveal them selves unless he tried to escape. I sprinted quietly to the clearing, where I saw him. A young man, looking desperately scared. I walked out slowly. "Hello, my friend. May I ask you what your name is?" The man drew a knife, and I smiled pleasantly. "I see. Well, I'll tell you mine. I try to be cordial. It's Darkkon." I said, taking a step closer, my hand on the hilt of my sword. The man shook his knife. "Who are you?" He spat. "Or...what is your business here." I played along. "I'm simply a concerned citizen, sir. I'm attempting to...escape as well." The man's eyes softened a bit, but his stance did not falter. "Then what's with the fancy clothing? And why have I never seen you?"
I was getting tired of this game. He was no threat to my hounds. I snapped my fingers, and they jumped out of the bushes, snarling. They were the size of bears, and rabid at that. The man pulled out another knife. "You little humans tire me." I gestured to my hounds. "Lunch." I called, waving at them. I walked away. His chances of escaping were slim, so I had no desire to sit and watch an unfair fight. I just hoped I hadn't underestimated him.

*that sounds like Myles. ^^**

MYLES

Myles watched the man walk away. And then the rabid, bear like creatures ventured towards him.

"Shit," he cursed, looking at them all. Myles had never been in a fight like this. There was a good chance he would die here.

But he wasn't about to become a meal without a fight. No way.

Myles thrashed out, kicking one of the hounds in it's leg, effectively breaking it. He threw one dagger into the heart of another beast.

Myles lifted his shirt to reveal a short, straight-bladed sword he kept strapped to his belly in case of emergencies. He drew it and slashed the throat of another hound.

Myles looked around. There were too many to fight alone, and he had only seemed to piss off the other animals futher. He didn't know what to do.

So he fought harder. He slashed the creatures, one after the other. Then, as his hope and courage rose, he felt three sharp pains slash his back. Myles fell to the ground and cried out in pain and alarm.

He spun, slashing the beast's throat, but the last two remaining hounds jumped on top of Myles. They dug their teeth into his flesh, arms, stomach and shoulder. Myles covered his neck and vital organs.

He thrust his sword into the belly of one animal and kicked the remaining, sending it howling in the other direction. Possibly towards it's master. Good. He hoped it made it. That way Darkkon would know who he was messing with.

Myles took his sword from the dead hounds stomach and started to walk away, only to fall to the ground in pain. The dogs were rabid. And he had been hurt very badly.

"Jesse!" He yelled. "Someone! Anyone! Help."

The last word came out as a whisper as he tried to crawl towards the city.

Jesse:

I heard my name but it was faint. I spun around, looking, listening. Damn it! Say it again! I didn't know which direction it had come from.

Then I heard the growling and howling...and it was coming my way.

"Uh oh," I whispered and froze, looking around madly. I was in so much trouble.

**I know it's short. I'll post a much loner one next time**

*Darkkon*

I heard twigs snapping. Someone was running towards me... and a girl barreled in front of me. I grabbed my sword, flicking my wrist so that it was in front of her throat.

"Going somewhere?" I asked, keeping my tone even. The girl reached for a weapon, and I pressed lightly on her throat with the blade. "No-no. You don't want to do that." I said, grinning. I touched her forehead lightly, using my scanty powers to find out what her name was. I pulled my hand back, the leather glove covering it glinting in the sunlight. "So.. your name's.. Jesse?" I pondered. "Well. And you're looking for your friend.. oh! The one I just killed? Hm. Alive, is he?" One of my hounds limped back into the clearing. "Tut, tut. It seems that he's killed the others." I said. I drew my sword away from him. "Well, no. These stacking aren't quite fair." I said, looking at my hound. "How about we...gamble? If you can conquer both myself and my hound, I'll let you go. First to draw blood wins." I said. The girl whipped out a sword,and she snarled. I smiled lightly, and stepped into fighting stance. I whistled to my hound. "En guard... alle!" I yelled, and the girl rushed at me.

Um, Jesse is a girl... I'll post something for her in a minute.

*edited*

(( Sorry for the misunderstanding. Jesse has a dagger though, not a sword... Now, is Drakkon a guy? By the way, Jesse is magical.))

Jesse:

I rushed him and he dodged. I cursed and swung Avása out towards his stomach. Again he dodged. I looked around to see the damn hound coming at me from behind... At least, I think it was a hound.

"Coiv-alda," I whispered, bringing the trees to life.

I turned back to the stranger in time to see him bringing his sword down on me. I blocked and spun away from him. Now I had a tree at my back and him and the hound closing in on me.

"Uh oh," I said, eyes wide. There was no way I'd beat the hound with my little dagger and he was posing a problem too... I'd never beat both of them.

Darkkon is a guy... and the trees won't hurt him, cuz he's part wood nymph, by the way. And I forgot the Jesse was magic... hm. Well, that just makes things more fun. The hound is already injured, so go ahead and kill it... do you wanna win, or should I?

((I'll kill the hound but you can injure Jesse instead and she can make it back to the colony or something, hm? So, you win but I get away?))