Thread: Romancing the Stone  {KayLove & The Wolven Lord}

Athena almost regretted finding interest in the man as he started off after the scream. Normally, she did not involve herself in matters of human affairs, her soul purpose, the reason for being created was to guard those she thought worthy. And throughout the years few had earned that in which she deemed a legitimate reason to do so. And even when she did she found that she got into far more trouble than it was worth. Getting thrust into wars, petty fights, and outlandish battles. But one thing that always struck her in any situation is that no innocent deserved to suffer for the wrongs of others. Her face was as still as stone as she took a moment to watch him run urgently towards the scream. Only breaking her quiet visage when he yelled for her to follow. By the gods. She took a breath and followed after him. She wasn't a fast runner, she could run for miles without end, but she was only fast in the air. And for nowhere golden wings were not needed. Her steady pace allowed her to round the corner just as the scene unfolded before her. The crimson faced woman, the workman, Gorn with his chest heaving ever so slightly, and finally the crazed man. She was never one to like blood as she eyes found more interest in the animal of a man rushing towards Gorn. Everything seemed to slow down in her eyes, it always did when she used her magic in a situation like this. It was like an energy from the core of her being that sparked to life and made its way down her arm and through her fingertips. She flicked her wrist and the large flat stone under the man's forward foot slid out from under him, causing him to stumble back. And with a flattening of her palm she was able to lift the rock up and push it onto his chest. The crazy man hit the ground with a solid thud onto his back. He might have a few broken ribs but from the snarling and foam he was not going to live unless the antidote was within reach. Watch it waster. She warned, all of the carelessness vanished from her features, the smiles and laughter long gone. Her eyes were dark and pupils wide as she took a few steps, out of flailing arms reach to look down at the man under the large rock. His teeth gnashing together like a dog and nails digging into the rock upon his chest even as his fingers started to bleed. She only glanced at the helping man watching in shock at what she had just done. She would leave Gorn to help them or not. Her brows furrowed as she wondered what exactly could have done this, Is he simply man from the moon? Poison? She asked as she crouched down beside him only to watch as blood started to flow from his ears and nose. If Athena's ears could have perked they would have, as the sound of fighting and yelling echoed ahead, There's more. The gargoyle stated as she gave Gorn a solid look before she stood quickly and took off the simple crown of flowers that adorned her head and let it slip from her fingers as she stepped over the now dead man. Her horns showing through her deep red hair as it was swept to the side by the light breeze. She gave a mental kick to herself as she remembered her swords and armor were across the small town tucked away safely but not useful to her in any way. The further they went down the road the more evidence of ravenous violence. Doors were broken down, men, women and children alike all running the opposite direction in which they strode as quickly as possible. Towns people telling them to go back, they're monsters, and wailing with various wounds and tormented features from pain inflicted upon them mercilessly. There were about eight of them, going from door to door knocking them down and running after anything that moved. Their faces covered in victims blood and snarls like that of animals coming from their mouths. She gave Gorn only a glance as if to say that she had his back before she started after the closest man, a tall brute, dragging a blonde woman by the hair from her home. Athena grabbed him by the wrist and squeezed, hard, the bones cracking and an inhuman sound came from the man as he let go of her hair and swung a dull blade at Athena's head. Her wrist coming up just in time to hear the clang of metal against her gauntlet. The woman took her shot at running and scrambled away form the two. When it came to killing, Athena didn't like it, never had but seeing no humanity left in his black eyes it made it slightly easier to rip the blade from his hands and quickly turn it around on him, slicing it through his jugular. She let the blade fall from her hand and quickly wiped off blood that sprayed onto her cheek as she looked from the body on the ground to the high scream of a girl. Recondition kicked in as she realized it was the same little girl that gave her the flowers, she was holding onto the hand of what looked like her little shabby haired brother, he was crying hysterically as he clung to his sisters side as they were attempting to back away from the savage man swiping at them with a rusty axe. The crazed man was large and plump, even in his state he could not properly swing a weapon, showing him as a higher born male. It was Athena's turn to bare her teeth as anger bubbled up and she swiftly jumped to their aid. In a couple long legged bounds she was in front of him, her back to the children. He didn't seem to notice her presence as he kept swinging. The gargoyle dodged the swings easily before seeing her chance and in one hard uppercut of a punch knocked him to the ground. She turned swiftly to crouch next to the frightened children, Little ones, she smiled softly to them both, It's alright, I'm going to get you out of here. She wiped the girls cheek with her thumb and the little boy flung himself into her arms, hiding his face in her hair and shoulder. The moment of weakness didn't go unseen to the forsaken men as one made a beeline of a path towards Athena's back. The blade he was holding, strong and fine, perhaps a man from across the seas by looks of his dark skin and finer cloths. She stood with the little boy just as the man swung his sword at her back, the metal tore through her light shirt across her shoulders and scraped against her skin. Although that kind of blow might have gone deep on any human the only mark upon her skin was a scrape like that of a stone against metal. But none the less it still hurt. Her yell was quick as the pain hit her and she fell back into her knees before the girl, the small boy still clinging to her.