Snippet #2418298

Everything seemed to happen so fast, a change in Ish that seemed so unnatural, then his warnings of Aunty Em, being Medusa. Then the attacks by Sage, Ish, and Max all together. This was a lot for someone new to this world. Though in hindsight the life-like statues made much more sense now. Sage had sunk his blade into Medusa's middle, And Ish had gone in for the cleaving of the head, and Max had all but disappeared to unleash her own attack with arrows, leaving Lucas all but a glorified paperweight in the middle of the dining area flabbergasted and jaw hanging loose. He knew not what to do at this time, all three of his friends had reacted quickly, but with the weaponry he had, he seemed unneeded for this battle.

His body still seemed so unwilling to move, even with the knowledge of what would happen if he looked upon Medusa's face, though with a yell from his mind, his body finally jumped into action. He shielded his eyes with one hand looking towards the ground as he moved forward. When he was beside Sage he quickly drew Riptide closing his eyes as he added his blade to the body of Medusa. The sound of hissing right above his head sent a shiver up his spine. Though the hissing was caught short by the sound of an arrow flying past and pinning itself somewhere in Medusa above his head, probably near the heart of the beast, the the sound that was most sickening was the thumping and sickening splurching noise as the head rolled across the ground.

It was a couple of minutes before Lucas dare opened his eyes, but considering the hissing had all but stopped and his sword could move more freely he was sure the beast was dead. He looked at Sage, then at Ish, but before words could be shared his stomach let out a growl, and his eyes turned to the table with food on it. "I uh...well" He paused trying to gather his words to form total sentences. "I say we eat before we leave, i mean why waste it?" He did not wait for any of his friends to warn, or try and stop him, making his way to the table and taking a seat as he began to pile whatever looked appetizing onto a plate and dig in, to hell with the consequences right now, his stomach needed to be filled, and by the gods he was going to fill it.