11th Spell

[whatthewrackspurt]

Don't be mad at Sylvanas, everyone. It wasn't her fault. I think Arthas used his magic to hypnotize her into doing his bidding and laid his mind eggs inside her patterned brainwaves - all metaphorically, of course. It happens sometimes.

That was fun, though. I've never banished a demon before. I didn't think it would be so complex.

[Private to the dinner crew]

I'm thinking something with molasses. Are any of you good with molding?


[Spam, closed to Vic and Jax]

[In the evening, Luna skips down the hall to bring dinners to those she didn't see in the lunchroom. On her list is Victor Creed, and so, armed with an apple, she knocks on his door]

Mr. Creed?

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[whatthewrackspurt]

[Luna, though frightened, still leans out from behind Jax to watch Victor]

Oh good - if you don't care, then you wouldn't mind if we left.

Jax, I think we're bothering Mr. Creed. We should leave him alone, it must be his werewolfishness. It's a bad time of the month for him.

[brains_before_bullets]

Wouldn't want to mess with someone on the wrong time of the month.

[Jax agrees, though his voice carries a tad more venom. He's going to tuck his right hand behind him, under his kutte, where the pistol he got from the whacky Dreamscape flood is 'holstered' in his waistband.]

If we're so frail that we go down so easily, mustn't be worth your effort, huh? We're leaving. This doesn't have to go any further.

[lawofthejungle]

And miss out on all the fun? Nah. Just do you both, that's all. Gettin' bored anyway.

[It's all the warning he gives, and even then he pounces halfway through, claws out to slash at his belly, sharp enough to rend leather like nothing.]

[whatthewrackspurt]

[Luna jerks backwards, startled as Victor launches into his attack.]

Jax-!

[brains_before_bullets]

[He's been watching Victor closely. He doesn't have the other man's reaction times, but they're not exactly shabby. When he pounces, it takes another half-second to react... If it was longer, it likely would have ended up worse.

He shoves Luna back a bit more as Victor's claws slice through his shirt and skin. It's not deep, but blood splatters the deck, and Jax growls out in pain, stumbling back further.]

F-Fuck... [He spits out, moving to try and draw his gun before Victor can get another pounce in.]

[lawofthejungle]

[Vic grins fiercely at Jax's reaction, laughs loud and hard, like it's all one big joke. He's not at his peak anymore, but he's adaptive, and no slouch even like this. Faster than size would imply he should be. He presses his attack, swipes at him again as he rushes forward; he sees the gun, he's not an idiot, but it's been so long since that's mattered he ignores it. Reaches for his throat after slashing at his belly, intent on having a little fun first. Like a cat playing with a mouse.]

[whatthewrackspurt]

[her wand's coming out again, but Jax's shove bowls Luna over. She jerks her head up, scrambling back to her feet, trembling]

Leave him alone!

[brains_before_bullets]

[Jax feels the hands secure around his throat, feels the claws dig into his neck. All allusions to firing the gun are gone, he's raising it to start bashing at Victor's hand and wrist, trying to get the grip to loosen.]

[lawofthejungle]

[It's easy enough to ignore the impacts; it's just a little pain, and pain he can handle, even if it lingers instead of fading away. He grips tighter for a moment, drawing blood, then shoves again, more effort in it this time, like throwing a rag doll or close enough.]

That what you want, frail? Not gonna do ya any good.

[Maybe it's more investment in it than he really deserves, maybe it's too much force for what happened, but Vic doesn't care. The critters that got on-board only whet his appetite, really, gave him an outlet they would have him ignore now that things are back to 'normal'. Like he cares, like it makes any difference to him; they gave him everything back only to take it away when it wasn't useful for them anymore, like he's going to just sit around and take it.]

[whatthewrackspurt]

[Luna raises her wand again at Victor, her arm shaking a little as she tries to ignore how scared Jax had looked for a second.]

Mr. Creed, I don't like using magic on inmates, but I will in dire circumstances. You leave us alone now.

[brains_before_bullets]

[He's tossed off to the side and collides with a wall. There's a sickening crunch from his right leg and Jax makes a strangled noise of pain. That's definitly broken. He keeps a tight grip on the gun, though.

And then he hears Luna's voice.]

Luna, get the fuck outta here!!

[He manages to spit that out through gritted teeth and the pain surging through him.]

[lawofthejungle]

[It's one or the other, and after looking from one to the other, Luna's got the stick and Jax is crumpled against the wall. Yeah, like it really looks like one of them's a threat.

He lunges for Luna, swiping at her with his claws, Jax ignored for the moment.]

You really gonna stop me, little girl?

[whatthewrackspurt]

Protego!

[Luna's shield spell snaps up, an invisible wall protecting her and Jax from Creed's attack]

....Possibly.

[brains_before_bullets]

[Jax struggles to push himself upright a bit more, raising his gun.]

Hey! Wolverine!

[lawofthejungle]

[Its the girl with a stick or the asshole with a gun, and an invisible wall that bounces him back when he tries either. He snarls and growls, but it's nothing he can't deal with. Just a matter of time and persistence.

But it's the shout that gets his attention most, at least for the moment, and he turns to laugh at him.]

Nah, I'm what the runt wishes he could be. Whatre you gonna do, little man, shoot me?

[whatthewrackspurt]

[Confused, Luna looks to Jax, lowering her wand a little]

Who's Wolverine?

[brains_before_bullets]

Not the time, Luna.

[Because it really isn't. He's aiming pretty steady for a man who's just been tossed around like a ragdoll.]

You make another attempt to attack us, and yeah. I'm gonna fuckin' shoot you.