<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/CatMoore01.jpeg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Melody Fairchild-Harrow<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Sensible boots and warmly practical gear - albeit wholly in black<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> An abandoned freighter<br/><strong>TIME:</strong> Early morning<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Mounting levels of fear (and bad language), with violence and magic<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaspian, Kaleigh, Michael<br/><hr/>"Crapcrapcrapcrap <em><strong>crap</strong></em>!"<br/><br/>Melody was no longer even aware that she was letting slip a rapid-fire stream of worried and fearful unhappiness.   Still, it did nothing to slow her down - instead accompanying the fruitless unfolding of her hasty survey for a way to short-cut the conbat, and a shift of position to better scan the room.  That movement allowed her in the process to position herself to better cooperate with her colleagues in trying to deprive the demon of its prize.<br/><br/>Swift examination complete, and with the fight already underway, she kicked herself into motion.  The fact that, even under the <em>Speed</em> rune, she could barely hope to keep up with her foe's motions was quite frankly terrifying... but she had been raised for situations at least <em>akin</em> to this one, and she had a lifetime of training upon which to depend.  Ideally, of course, there would have been a clear set of plans in place before they engaged their foe - and they would have most assuredly known what their enemy actually <em>was</em> - but it was clear that it was hostile, it was predatory, and it could be hurt.<br/><br/>With it now clearly favouring one forelimb and having proved that it could be distracted from its prior intentions, Melody aimed to continue that process.  A hard cut to one rear leg on her way past, then the delivery of another strike to that already-damaged limb to even more thoroughly secure its attention - before slamming into Michael and attempting to push on hard and fast away from the creature, with him over her shoulder in her best approximation of a fireman's lift.<br/><br/>Her intention was to get herself and Michael to and through the door, and then at least a few yards further, before balance and muscles might give out.  Straining - even ripping - something in her off-arm was quite acceptable, as a price for bringing him somewhere that might provide at least a few moments of security.  The others, she had to trust would join her there, and help with carrying him.  That, or she would have to activate a Strength rune and carry him on her own.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Happy to edit if I've failed to grasp the situation or am trying something just plain dumb!  :D<br/></div></div></div>