trans_9 | A House Divided [Part 2]

Lafiel staggered to her feet. Bits of ice had cut angry slashes across her arms, the back of her head and neck. No other injuries besides that general numb, twanging feeling you sometimes get from full body impacts as if her bones were a tuning fork.

Something glinted on the walkway...The prisoner! Her spotlight illuminated it in the air as she raced towards it. It glinted as it flew, like Team Rocket after a failed mission.

En route to go and find some better cover, Blitzwing notices Wyn standing up on the roof in plain sight.
Vhat an idiot. She could easily be picked off--
Wait. Why was he worrying about this? Surely the organics weren't growing on him?
He growled in annoyance. This was not supposed to happen. Nevertheless...
"Are you stupid? Vhat are you doing up zhere, human?!"
He placed his back against the building, modified optic identifying each of the fighters in turn, some slower than others, while he waited for a reply. A couple of wayward shots had made a makeshift shelter nearby, which would provide cover for him and a useful spot to fire from. Couldn't hurt to cause a little more chaos, after all; he didn't actually know what this was about, having hardly paid attention to the trials, but it was fighting.

The move forced Ronon off-balance and his back exposed to Worf but he quickly twirled around just in time to block a blow to the face. He then followed up with a kick aimed at Worf's side.

So far, he thought he'd done a decent job with crowd control, despite his relative lack of experience with the job. No one had gotten killed or injured around him, and he was fairly certain no one had gotten by to interfere with the struggle--for good or ill.

All the same, new orders were welcome. Breaking up the fighting entirely? He was pretty sure he could handle that, with the others on crowd control. It was a good sign. It meant the chaos would hopefully be finished soon.

Was this kid for real?! Jean looked back at him and she really doesn't know what to do. She really does not want to hurt him.

She turned and faced him and listed a hand, motioning him to stop where he was. "Be smart..." She paused for a moment and focused on him. "Think really hard about this, Tim. I don't want to hurt you. Please, just... just stop."

His feet and legs are damp from the water spray from Katara (and Sparhawk feels disappointed that the girl who seemed so sensible has cast aside common sense), and he has had to dodge round pieces of masonry, and other battlers to get to where he wanted to be.

He had heard the shot, and seen it hit. His shoulder ached with its own memory, even as he moved to the side of the fallen. It's too dangerous to leave anyone down.

"Lady, can you move?" and he addresses Jo. "This place is unsafe for wounded."

Understatement, Sparhawk.

"Ya think?" Jo managed to say through clenched teeth as she looks up at Sparhawk.

Pushing herself back, she winces and curses Sam loudly - she so does NOT care if it's unlady like, her back is stinging and burning like a mofo from where the rock salt had hit her.

"Help me up," she instructs Sparhawk, holding her arm out to him. "I gotta find that prick and kick his ass!"

"Unless you would like for someone to fall over you?" Sparhawk asks mildly, even as he shifts himself to allow his sword arm to remain free, while clasping Jo's wrist with his other hand.

"I will help you up Lady, but you are in no condition to be chasing someone. I believe the rest of your group have that well in hand."

With Sparhawk's help, Jo pulls herself to her feet with a groan and a wince. "Whatever. I don't need to chase after him, I just need a clear shot..."

She trails off and feels for her weapon but then remembers Sam had tossed it somewhere.

"Dammit! Where's my gun!"

Sparhawk keeps his blade clear as Jo pulls herself to her feet, bracing himself so as not to move.

"Your weapon is probably lying nearby, unless someone else has collected it. I think it might be best to leave it though."

As he speaks, he's scanning the area. He doesn't think anyone will attack with the intention to kill, but he can at least look out for any misdirected attacks or wayward runners.

It wasn't like there wasn't enough of that going on in Gotham sometimes, too. Though Metropolis was worse for it. "You're right. The kids shouldn't be here." Tim...wasn't usually in that group for Dick, though at the moment he might be willing to put him there.

He was going to say something more when his comm ring crackled to life with Leon's orders. He took a breath, pushing the pain in his leg aside. "I've got my orders," he said, looking to Jason. "I'm not going after the Yeerk or Winchester. But I could use the help getting the fighting broken up. Starting with Tim, I think." He'd fall over after things were settled. Until then... "If you won't help me with the kids, at least don't fight with me anymore about this."

Jo steadies herself as she holds onto the Sparhawk's arm, trying to hide the grimace of pain that keeps trying to show on her face. Damn Winchester and his friggin salt rock crap!!

Her expression turns to one of complete disbelief and she looks up at Sparhawk. "You're kidding right?! I can't just... LEAVe my gun behind!" she sputters. Besides, she might need it, who knows what other crazies are running around besides Sam!

Pulling away from Sparhawk, her head whips around, trying to locate the gun Sam had taken from her. "It's my favorite! I have to find it!!"

Sparhawk has to really resist the urge to roll his eyes, and drag her out of danger, instead settling for reaching out to take hold of her arm again.

"You are in pain, and should not be running around looking for a weapon. If you will not leave it, then we shall stay here till the medics arrive, and then you can look for it. I will not let you injure yourself. Weapons can be replaced. You cannot."

"What?! It cannot be REPLACED! It's a one of a kind! I can't get a new one!!" And it is, good ol' Global Dynamics for givin' it to her.

Leave it to Jo to think about her gun over herself. She was special that way.

She frowned, jerked her arm away from and of course gasps in pain over the sudden movement. Grinding her teeth together, she takes a few deep breaths and tries to push the pain away. "Dude, I'm fine." LIE! "All I want is to find my gun and make sure the Yeerk gets to safety!"

And find Sam and beat the crap outta him, but she doesn't think that really needs to be said out loud.

"And you are not one of a kind? Peculiar world you must come from," Sparhawk retaliates, his temper starting to burn hotter now. This stupid woman is in the middle of a battlefield, injured, and is still insisting on looking for her weapon? Even he has more sense than that! Even Kalten has more sense!

He rakes his eyes over her for a split second, looking for blood, before sheathing his sword quickly, and stepping towards her. He's aiming to pick her up, her chest to his shoulder to avoid injuring her back any further.

"Leon has things well in hand, you need a healer!"

"Katara!" Sokka had seen the whole thing go down. The freezing, the wave riding, the fight with the ghost kid. And he still couldn't believe it. Katara of all people had been trying to kill the slug thing, for whatever reason. Normally she did her best to avoid killing! He dodged through the fighting, skidding to a stop next to the other two.

"What are you doing? Why didn't you just stay out of it?"

"What I need-" Though she doesn't even get to finish her sentence before he's scooped her up and placed her over his shoulder. She had a ~~nice~~ view of his backside, but she wasn't even appreciating it! No, she was all wide eyed and seriously wondering what the hell was going on!

"What the HELL do you think you're doing?!" Jo yelled, squirming even though that wasn't helping the pain any. She moves her arm so she can try to at least hit him so he'll set her down to keep from getting hit again. "PUT ME DOWN! I'm not some FRIGGIN damsel in distress!!!!!!!!!"

Well, she wouldn't listen to him being reasonable, would she? Sparhawk concentrates on putting his feet down solidly, watching out for others, and not dropping Jo.

"I am taking you to safety, and stop hitting me! You are injured, and a battlefield is no place for the injured to lie."

He swears in Styric as her arm catches him a blow on the side of his head. "Even damsels would have better sense than you," he grumbles, resisting the urge to jostle her a little, just to get her to stop hitting him. Ow.

Arha crouched, a hiss gathering at the back of her throat as her senses picked up the prickle that meant fresh water was near. It would kill the worms and it made her stomach roil to think of it. The ominicomm activated a second after the realization hit her.

<< They will be protected, >> she responded, the quick movements she made sharp and cutting as she quickly moved the makers from any water danger they might encounter. Shai-Hulud would have her water if it was necessary.

Wsa he seriously trying to talk to her NOW about this? Katara turned to her brother, and her whole calming down was suddenly right out the window. She had to decide all of this, and now he decided was a good time to play big brother?

"What, you mean like you? You want me to just sit on my hands and pretend nothing is ever happening on the ship? Oh I know, I should do JUST that. Waht are you even doing out here anyway? Did you even know all of this was going to happen? I did! I didn't do this because it was the best time, and I didn't because its fun. I'm DOING it because I think its right! If you wanted to talk me out of this, you could have done it a few days ago, when I found out Aang was on this ship!"

She had enough of this. She was sick of their reasons for protecting the thing and really angry at her brother for picking and choosing when he'd check up on her.

You may not have to worry about going after Sam, Leon, because Sam is right behind you and is intent on getting to the Yeerk before you do. And now you've lost ground that you have to make up.

Jason glared at Dick for a moment before snorting and pocketing his knife.

"You're in no fucking possession to help anyone. I shot you in the leg Dick, even if that plant suit puts pressure on it, you can't move like you're used too. So deal with the kids. I'll see about getting Timmy away from his fight, and then see about breaking anything else up." He glared at Dick again, a large frown on his face. "I'm not apologizing for the shot either. From where I'm standing, I should have aim'd for the head. You deserve it if I'm concerned, even if I don't want you dead."

Dick glanced towards the kids, then back to Jason. "Sure, take the easy job." Not that dealing with Tim was going to be easy, especially putting Jason into the mix. On the other hand, Tim didn't have water powers.

He nodded, collapsing the escrima sticks for the moment. "I'm grateful you didn't, for what it's worth. Try not to shoot Tim too. Please?" What, he was polite! It had taken long enough for Alfred to get it through his head, after all. "And Jason? Thanks."

He didn't wait for Jason to reply. If he even was going to. There were plenty to be doing, after all. For both of them.

Jason watched Dick go, and made a mental note to keep an eye on him. And when this was all over, he was taking him to the medics and getting him checked out. Then they were going to sit down and talk. Seriously talk. All three of them. It didn't make sense to fight while here, seeing as it was just going to cause more problems.

He shook his head and ducked out to find Tim.

A new challenge appears! At your feet. She's dived and grabbed him by the back of the mouth of the plant-pants. Due to their extreme weight difference, however, there are a few moments where he continues on his way with virtually no difference as she skids on her stomach like the Terminator.

A House Divided [Part 2]

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