In one minute, Johan's verbally fencing with Viera. "Whether or not it entices me doesn't much matter, does it? That is, if you're truly minded to make us yours. What does our opinions have to do with it?" Still, the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes, except for a brief moment when he sees that Viera's willingly accepted the joint fantasy... and looked away from Disa just one too many times. Johan had to keep up the pressure, and Cyria jumped in. Briefly, he was thrown- a magical well? Wasn't that-"<br/><br/>The next few seconds flash by Johan's eyes before he can even do anything. Disa pulls herself up and attacks, going for broke and trying to win by a sudden strike what had been lost by a sudden strike. For all the oni had been a threat, he's rooting for her in comparison to the catgirl, and his attempts to draw his sword and rush in to pitch in with whatever help he can give are far, far too slow to matter before reality shudders.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">-discontinuity-<br/></span><br/><br/>Johan's eyes snap open. His hindbrain, acting on the last orders it received, hurl him to his feet without his hands touching the floor, as one of them is pulling his shield out and the other his sword, ready to fight. His brain slowly catches up, thoughts strobing through his mind as though they were flashes of sunlight filtering jerkily through the gaps of trees beside a road at sunrise on a fast horse, even as his head snaps around gathering as much data as possible.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">We're here. <br/>Can't feel the well. <br/>Whatever sent us there is over. <br/>Actil's here. Alive. <br/>Sasara's here. Hurt badly. Alive. Was inside oni. Now is not. <br/>Can't see Disa. <br/>Can't see Viera. <br/>Any threats? No threats. No real threats.<br/>We've here-</span><br/><br/>The thoughts rush into his head from Disa and Viera, and Johan whirls on one heel with sword in a guard position- only to see Cyria struggling up to her feet.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">They were fighting. Not here. More fighting happened while things went bad.<br/>Who won? Neither. Okay. Evenly matched. <br/>Everyone's safe-<br/>I can hear them. <br/>They say it's dark.<br/>Not dark in here.<br/>Hear their words, but they're not here.</span><br/><br/>His eyes rest on Sasara while his mind continues to spin wildly around. Johan could sense the two others in the back of his mind. Odd.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Can hear them think.  Not here, but here. They're in my head.<br/>Can I pull them closer?<br/>They'd kill us all. Push them away-<br/>No. They have power. USE the power. It's yours.</span><br/><br/>If there was one thing Johan held close to his heart, it was raw ambition; if there were two things, it was ambition and hedonism. Neither one would kneel to prudence in pushing the voices more firmly back into the world they'd came from.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I can hear them.<br/>CAN YOU HEAR ME?<br/>Rally to me!</span><br/><br/>Johan blasted out at the other two voices, talking inside his head, trying to pull them towards himself and bind them to him. There would be consequences, but that was for another day. For now, there was power there to take, and he meant to have it. He looked over at Sasara, and the odd time dilation sped up and time's normal passage hit him like a rubber band snapping back and slowing his thoughts' passage to a timescale better matched to action. His mouth was still starting to move, trying to form the first words that had come to mind the instant he opened his eyes, and<span style="font-style: italic">now</span>they spilled out.<br/><br/>"Is everyone okay? Is everyone here-"<br/><br/>He heard Sasara moaning for Disa-<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">She hears her too.<br/>All of us hear them?<br/>Trying to call Disa here.<br/>Too soon! We're too weak!<br/>Have to preempt Disa.<br/>She's horny. Too much time in a belly. Too much time as prey.<br/>Remind her of pleasure. Remind her of tastes.</span><br/><br/>Hurling himself bodily at the weakened naga, Johan thuds onto the floor beside her, dropping his sword and shield as encumbrances. He didn't know the danger he feared wasn't a substantial one- he had someone down and about to do something that could be very bad, while hurting, and his immediate thought was to preempt it. One hand pushed down and displaced Sasara's at the entrance of her folds, stroking madly to pull a climax out of them; the other, he forces into the half-digested naga's mouth, grinding his flesh into her taste buds. "You're a predator, not prey!" He hisses. It was a risk, of course, but as weakened as the naga was, it was one he'd take.