hairraising: (oh that is it. EAT HAIR MOTHERFUCKER.)
Rapunzel ([personal profile] hairraising) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2012-07-13 05:48 am (UTC)

Go? Now? Hold him off? Eugene could barely hold himself up, let alone hold off a man in ram's armour who could be everywhere at once!

"Let you borrow the— No I'm not leaving you—!!"

A few things spoke louder than Rapunzel could in that moment: a straggled cry from Castiel, and the sound of someone screaming from further up in the next hall. Was it just Rapunzel, or had she seen a flash of white hair up ahead in the chaos earlier? She clutched Eugene's hand tight as the next series of events played out faster than she could follow — Kratos attacked, the Ram Man blocked, and Castiel was released. With what looked like the last of whatever strength he had, Castiel lobbed his sword forward at the nearest version of the man and...

He was gone.

He was back again as soon as he'd gone, along with five friends, but that bit of information clicked on a light in Rapunzel's head. The man standing where Castiel's sword had flown wasn't really there. He looked the part of the most intimidating human being Rapunzel had ever met short of Mother Gothel, but if the flight of a blade thrown by a sick, wounded person could make it through that terrifying front...

"By the way, Lady, you might want to save a bit of that for Soma."

Rapunzel's eyes went wide.

That did it. Eugene and Kratos were right. Kratos could fight with enough strength for two, and other people were depending on her right now. Castiel needed help badly, and if that scream earlier was any indicator, so did Soma. There was nothing stopping her — she had to just go.

The frying pan went straight to Eugene. She took a deep breath, making an effort not to deign the Ram Man next to her a look in the eyes. "Okay... I'll be back," she said as she released the hair from around Eugene's leg and turned to face the illusion blocking the middle of the hall. This one she did look straight in the eyes, a rare look of pure intensity on her face. She dug a foot into the ground, sizing him up.

She charged. In her tired state, she weaved and wavered some, but kept as straight on course as she could, grabbing for Castiel's hand with her free one as she bolted forward. "Get out of our way!" she shouted, ready to run full tilt into the Ram Man's chest.

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