"Beau!!" Jester shrieks and nearly trips over herself sprinting to Beau's side. She falls to her knees, her hands hovering over Beau in an uncertain way, an uncertain way that Jester often isn't. She doesn't know what Lorenzo just did, tries to check Beau's pupils to make sure she isn't concussed without being way obvious about it, nervously glancing back Lorenzo's way to make sure he doesn't approach further.
He's standing stock still, imposing, towering above the two girls in an almost inhuman way. Almost like he's floating, but Jester can't see the ground very clearly to be sure.
At the very least, he makes no move to approach. He's completely open to attack, but that's obviously a trap.
"I just showed you that you are not as in control here as you believe you are," Lorenzo gloats. He tilts his head almost curiously as Jester places her hands on Beau's temples, a faint glow emanating from them as she whispers the verbal components for a small Cure Wounds inaudibly. "Now if I recall correctly, you don't have many of those left, little blue devilblood."
Jester only spares a glance at Lorenzo to stick her tongue out at him, like that'll really teach him, then returns her attention to Beau. She whispers, for only her friend to hear, "Beau, I don't think we can fight him with just ourselves. My magic isn't working too good right now and he's really, really super strong. He could beat me and Fjord and Yasha like it was nothing."
It's odd. Maybe it's just that she doesn't want Beau to know how scared she is right now, but Jester feels so much stronger when she's at her side. Seeing Beau get hurt was almost reassuring in a way; this, this she knows how to do. Jokes aside, her healing feels like her most valuable asset at times. Seeing Beau fall, helping her back up... It brings Jester back into rhythm. She can work with this. She can freeze up later all she wants. Right now, she needs to make sure Beau is safe.
"We have to run," Jester says, throat closing up for a moment midsentence, almost swallowing the words she doesn't want to say. She wants Lorenzo to pay for what he did. She wants him to burn.
He paid. He burned. To a crisp. This should all be over.
It's not. So we prioritize.
"If he's really alive again, we can come back and beat him with everybody." Jester presses her forehead against Beau's shoulder, trying to disguise the uncertainty on her face and keeping her voice as reassuring as she can, given the slight hoarseness to her tone, throat raw. Quieter, she adds, trying and failing to make it seem like an afterthought, "It would really suck if we lost anyone else."
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He's standing stock still, imposing, towering above the two girls in an almost inhuman way. Almost like he's floating, but Jester can't see the ground very clearly to be sure.
At the very least, he makes no move to approach. He's completely open to attack, but that's obviously a trap.
"I just showed you that you are not as in control here as you believe you are," Lorenzo gloats. He tilts his head almost curiously as Jester places her hands on Beau's temples, a faint glow emanating from them as she whispers the verbal components for a small Cure Wounds inaudibly. "Now if I recall correctly, you don't have many of those left, little blue devilblood."
Jester only spares a glance at Lorenzo to stick her tongue out at him, like that'll really teach him, then returns her attention to Beau. She whispers, for only her friend to hear, "Beau, I don't think we can fight him with just ourselves. My magic isn't working too good right now and he's really, really super strong. He could beat me and Fjord and Yasha like it was nothing."
It's odd. Maybe it's just that she doesn't want Beau to know how scared she is right now, but Jester feels so much stronger when she's at her side. Seeing Beau get hurt was almost reassuring in a way; this, this she knows how to do. Jokes aside, her healing feels like her most valuable asset at times. Seeing Beau fall, helping her back up... It brings Jester back into rhythm. She can work with this. She can freeze up later all she wants. Right now, she needs to make sure Beau is safe.
"We have to run," Jester says, throat closing up for a moment midsentence, almost swallowing the words she doesn't want to say. She wants Lorenzo to pay for what he did. She wants him to burn.
He paid. He burned. To a crisp. This should all be over.
It's not. So we prioritize.
"If he's really alive again, we can come back and beat him with everybody." Jester presses her forehead against Beau's shoulder, trying to disguise the uncertainty on her face and keeping her voice as reassuring as she can, given the slight hoarseness to her tone, throat raw. Quieter, she adds, trying and failing to make it seem like an afterthought, "It would really suck if we lost anyone else."