Darren raised a handgun with a sick grin, pointing it to the statue of Veronica. "It was me. If you try anything I'll shoot. She isn't dead in that state. Just frozen." She pulled down her mask, confirming her identity before. She offered her hand. "We should get out of this place."
She glanced at the gun before speaking, letting the power seep into her words. "That's a shame," she said, the dizziness spreading across the room from the sound of her voice. Smooth... like velvet. "I prefer a man who is competent enough to handle incidents without blank threats." He took it, looking bewildered. "Why are you... you're a hero?"
Darren frowned, watching her warily. He didn't drop the gun. "Is that so?" She gave a small nod. They sunk into the shadows. It would feel suffocating for a moment. Seeing nothing but darkness until they reemerged outside. "I am. So are you."
She tilted her head before reaching up, slowly removing her mask. Her white hair cascaded out, settling softly around her jaw, and her fingers brushed her lips momentarily as she considered him. "Of course," she replied, tilting her head. "I think it's important to exercise discipline in all moments of life. Don't you?" He laughed, grimacing in pain. "Not quite on the nose with that one, Mar. I'm no hero."
Levy watched her wide-eyed, saying nothing. Darren squinted, lowering the gun slowly. "I'm not so sure.." * * * She looked worried, still holding his hand. "Are you okay?"
She considered him, her pointer finger curled against her lips as she paused, before a heart-breaking smile crossed her lips. "It was... Montessori, I think, who once said that 'we do not consider an individual disciplined only when he has been rendered as artificially silent as a mute and as immovable as a paralytic. He is an individual annihilated, not disciplined'. Would you agree, sir, that discipline is the only way we can truly proclaim our independence? Who are we if we do not exercise the full extent of our own independence?" She stepped towards him casually, her hand dropping to her side. "Testing ourselves. Pushing limits... it all sounds very appealing, doesn't it?" * * * He nodded slowly, a dry laugh coming through his lips. "You don't need to worry. It's just... it's been a while. Are you okay?"
They would hear a shuffling. A hand touched Darren and he jumped, turning his head and raising his gun. But it was too late. His gaze met Adonis' who looked normal at this point, aside from all the blood. He turned to stone quickly, his eyes wide. Adonis looked at the two, clearly weak. "I think I need a hospital." *** She squinted. "I'm alright. I'm worried."
Beck looked him over, her smile dropping as soon as Darren was incapacitated. "It would seem so. Where's the shadow-jumper?" she asked, looking around. * * * "You shouldn't be... there's still a fight going on in there... I'm really fine."
He sat down heavily, shaking his head slightly. He looked terribly drained. Levy looked back. "I think she went outside with Ben."
She sighed a little, but glanced around at the scene. "We'll take my car, then. Try not to bleed on my seats," she said primly. "Mr. Audra, could you please help carry him? I don't think he's in a fit condition to walk. Are we able to help the main victim? I assume you turned her into stone."
Adonis looked up, going over to Veronica and holding her arm. The stone crumbled from where he touched until she was finally free, she took a breath, looking around in a panic. "Where am I..?"
She looked down at herself before shaking her head. "No, I'm okay." She paused, looking over before her eyes widened and she gasped, quickly approaching the wolf and kneeling beside him. She looked up at Gwen in a panic. "This is the wolf that saved my life the other day.." She felt his fur gently, clearly concerned. "I-is he going to be okay?"
Gwen was stroking his ears worriedly. "He's broken a lot of bones. He'll transform back in a couple seconds here... he can't be unconscious for too long..." After a couple seconds, he would transform back slowly, everything sliding back into place. Beneath her fingertips, Gideon's chest rose and fell haltingly. His shirt was torn up and his jeans were ragged from the fight. He had a nasty cut along his cheek and a split lip and a black eye.
Her eyes widened, but she didn't comment, watching him worriedly. Levy looked over with a frown. "We've got two injured.."
Beck looked at him, her brows furrowed thoughtfully. That fuzziness was still slightly in his brain, sweeping over the cracks and making everything sweeter. "We do. Let's get them in my car; I'm parked out back. Mr..." She turned to Adonis, squinting. "My apologies... what's your name?"
"Spirou," he replied, standing slowly. "Wait, wait," Veronica said, her brows furrowed as she looked down in concentration. She rested her hand on Gideon's chest and took a breath. Slowly, things seemed to get better, fixing themselves. She got up after he was healed, moving to Adonis and touching his shoulder, doing the same thing.
Gideon's injuries were mostly structural and easy to fix. It was Adonis' injuries that were more complex. Tissues had been ripped apart inside of him. The jagging was unnatural and the bleeding was prominent. It would take her several minutes to repair him. Beck exhaled slightly. "You're a hero too. That's convenient."
"Of course," she replied quietly. "We need to figure out what to do next..." She looked down at Darren before speaking. "Mr. Audra? Could you help me with this?"
