“Well I apologize for dragging you here to watch me try and kill myself, Dae.” Illy hissed at her brother as she slashed at the Venomhide once again, cringing as a fresh spray of blood made her skin sting and burn.
Daeryan smiled, leaning back against a mighty root of a tree within the Ravasaur nest, “Well when you say it like that, it sounds kind of funny.”
Illy turned her head, scowling behind a mask of thick, onyx colored blood. “I’m glad one of us is finding this situation humorous.”
Daeryan stretched, mumbling a few incoherent words and holding a lazy palm to her general direction. “Why are you doing this again, exactly?” He asked, snickering as a warmth ran through her body, soothing her aching muscles and causing many of the acidic burns to disappear. He grinned at her in his aloof way, causing a brief smile to appear on her own face before becoming irritated again as the raptor attempted to take a good chunk out of her side.
Side stepping the attack, she swung her blade at the raptor’s snout, causing it to stumble back a few steps as another spray hit her. “I’m building immunity to the venom.” She spared a quick glance at the satchel sitting by her brother, a small, green egg peaking out. “It’ll be worth it, or at least I ho-DAMN IT!” She yelped, pulling a blooded and bubbling arm free of the raptor’s also venomous jaws. The huntress took a step back as the beast attempted to get another taste. In a swift movement, Iliae thrust the blade of her polearm into its jaw. She hunched over as the raptor collapsed, releasing a final cry with its final breath.
Her own breath came in deep, slow waves as she finally began to feel the effects of the Venomhide’s poison. Her heart seemed to pound against her chest, every beat lighting her nerves on fire. She savored the darkness her eyelids provided, almost afraid that if she were to open them the dull, morning sun would burn away her sight. “Illy…” She hissed back in response, she wasn’t ready to get up. “Illy!” Her brother cried once more, his voice wavering as he shouted. Iliae’s eyes snapped open, her pained expression twisted in the added annoyance.
“What?!” The word had no sooner left her lips than she found out ‘what’ he had been shouting about. A clawed foot stood less than a few feet away from her, the heel lifting as she felt the heat of the giant’s breath on the back of her neck. Iliae remained still, hardly breathing as she glanced over at her twin who had pressed himself against the tree trunk. “Dae, run.” She whispered to him, doing her best to keep her voice low.
“No.” His answer lacked both the confidence and defiance he usually aimed for when disagreeing with her.
“Just go!” She hissed.
“I’m not leaving you here.” Daeryan whispered back, his voice shaking.
Iliae bit her lip, her brother had never been the strongest, the bravest, or the cleverest person around, but he certainly had a talent for finding the worst times to be stubborn. “I’ll be right behind you.” Her own voice wavered with uncertainty as she considered her odds of survival. They certainly weren’t great.
Then again, they’d never been that great.
“Count of three, then?” He asked, watching as the dinosaur began to sniff at his sister’s hunched form.
“Count of three.” She agreed.
“One…” He counted, gripping his staff tightly.
“Two…” She continued, her eyes watching the Devilsaur’s feet.
“Three!”
And the two, once again, ran like hell was on their heels.
