Snippet #1371368

Jo had her hands busy with her own gargoyles, but she could hear the werewolf pleading for help. She burned the gargoyle that had a grip on her arm, and took the chance to run towards the door, tossing fireballs aimlessly over her shoulder, as she ran. The werewolf, now in his human form had already been helped, in a way, but both him and the cat-girl seemed to be in the last of their strength.

Jo couldn't exactly say she was doing any better herself, but she managed to reach the two and put herself between them and the gargoyles. She couldn't, however, even if she was fully rested, keep those things away and get them through the door. They were coming at her faster than she could hit them, in a few minutes she had some pretty nasty cuts on her arms and torso. She thought of possibilities... She could maybe drag the cat, if she was quick enough, and still make it out. She could not carry the man, under any circumstance she would be strong enough. "Get to the door, and hurry up, or I'm leaving without you!" She yelled at the man.

She heard him moving, and let out a sigh. Jo felt she wouldn't be able to fend those things off any longer, she was leaving. She'd grab the girl, if there was enough strength in her to do it, but that was all she could afford to do at that point. "Shit!" She cursed loudly as one gargoyle managed to claw at her face. She ran the creature right through with her sword, but now she had blood in her eyes, not to mention the pain. Wasn't for the fact that she was getting more and more pissed off at the situation she would have dropped as well.

They were considerably close to the door so, when Jo felt there was an opening she sheathed her sword and grabbed the cat with her right hand, while still throwing fire at the nearby gargoyles with her left. A bobcat is not exactly the size of a house cat... So dragging one really takes its toll on a person, but she managed to reach the door seconds after the werewolf went through it and crossed it carrying the cat.

The moment she found herself back where this whole thing started she simply dropped Fly, and went to sit on a corner, on the ground. She rested her back against the wall, shivering slightly, mostly because of the adrenaline. She had blood on her clothes and hands, and some pretty nasty cuts, but not so serious she'd be bleeding out. She nodded, resting her head on her knees. This was the first time she found herself curled up in a corner in a very long time.

These people better give her some answers... And soon.