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“Over here ugly!” Wes hollered at the pig, diverting its attention to him.
Trinity dove for it, knowing it would charge and swiped at air, meeting the ground. She even made a desperate second lunge for its tail or hoof, or whatever she could grasp at but to no avail, the creature far swifter for its size than anticipated. “Shit!” Trinity punched at the ground in frustration but laying there she also found she was sore, sustained more cuts and bruises than she thought and felt, and her muscles were turning stubborn.
When she pushed herself up to her knees, she saw the boar and Wes entangled in an almost bizarre and wild wrestle for control, and for a moment it looked like anyone could end up on top, but when Wes wrapped his mechanical arm around the pig, slight relief washed over Trinity. But it was short-lived as sparks began to run along its tusks.
“Wes, let go!” she told him. She propelled herself up too fast, catching on a root and collapsing back to her knees. Whether he was stubborn and decided or couldn't hear her over their intense tussle and the pig's squeals, Trinity watched volts course through Wes, his veins bulging, his skin frying all the while he maintained his iron grip and gave the final force to snap the boar's head back. He jumped up briskly and discarded the scorched mechanical arm while she lowered her head and sighed out.
He was on her in a heartbeat almost startling her. “Are you ok?”
She climbed to her feet properly with his help, torn between biting his head off for being an idiot or biting back and being nice. The night had been a lot already for many campers. “I'm good bu-”
Wes didn't let the subject shift on him, or even her eyes really to give him a once over, quickly changing to the next matter at hand. “You need clothes. Wait here.”
Well...he was just lucky it was valid and half important. She slowly folded her arms over her bare chest protectively, the chill of the night hitting her skin and her vulnerable state rising to the surface and priority list once again. He wasn't gone that long but what was realistically seconds felt like some long agonizing minutes drifting by, Trinity standing there alone in the middle of the night half starkers, glancing over her shoulder and every which direction.
He returned handing her some clothes. “Put this on.” Happy to oblige she shimmied out of his boxers to put the new clothes on while he got some cover on his privates back.
“Ok,” he said next. With a moment's thought he carried on, “We need to get you to the infirmary before that gets infected.” Wes had entered boss mode and no-nonsense giving further directions for them and took her hand and led the way without awaiting a reply. Clearly it wasn't up for discussion.
Figuring it to be easiest and in no mood to be hard on Wes after what he did, she obediently let him lead hand in hand. “It's fine,” she said, as if she had been bitten by a boar and treated a hundred times before with no problems. Trinity squeezed on his hand. This night was...a bit beyond a coincidence and now costly. “You know I'd blame Daniel but I don't think he can conjure earthquakes.” Rather than converse and try to make sense of the hectic night, Wes started to slow and released her hand, while Trinity winced slighlty as she wandered a couple steps ahead, thinking she had said the wrong thing and reminded him of his ruined cabin.
“Go... I'll be right behind you.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him, where she could finally see the state he was in, the injury he sustained and the blood seeping down his leg. Trinity's lips tightened before she walked back to his side and ducked under his arm slinging it over her shoulders. Of course a part of her wanted to scold him - now for lying and putting himself second, but that wouldn't be doing anyone any favors. “I'd rather you beside me right now. Plus, we've watched enough horrors to know the rules.”
She walked at whatever limping pace Wes could manage, even if it became just one foot after the other. Trinity kept side glancing at him. “Make sure you tell me if you need to rest.”
Somebody shouted out something abrupt and incoherent but panicked. Trinity snapped her head in that direction to see a demigod and giant snake hot on his heels. “Protect me” echoed in her mind. An instinct came over her and she knew she needed to help...but another pull was to Wes to the point she physically crossed ankles and stumbled in her two mind sets.
Her lips twisted almost like she was in pain, until she succumbed to the demand in her head. “All right, we’re pulling over.” Trinity leant him against a tree. “I'll be right back, I promise.” She couldn't promise him enough. She looked him over one last time, even looking around the camp for some last glint of hope, someone to shield him or transport him. She would tell him to stay but if moving was the right idea during this invasion then by all means, don't stay in the one spot. She gave him a quick kiss and all but tore herself away from him.
She saw the last of the predator’s tail disappear into a cabin and pursued it. Inside, the cabin was tipped upside down and the snake was writhing, for a split second she thought she was too late but...it wasn't devouring, it seemed stuck. She conjured a blade, eyeing its strong body, having to get to the mid section at least. She took one step, heard the snap of wood that she mistook for under her, its wriggling body bumped her foot and, then the snake whipped around quick as lightning, jaws wide open for her. She sidestepped and sliced up at it..at least she should have sliced it but she was off balance and the snake reared up for another strike. The other demigod pierced it, its whole body suddenly changing aim for him, knocking Trinity aside and disarming her as it rushed at the one she needed to protect. Without losing a beat, Trinity picked up her sword and swiped at it, cutting deep but not decapitating. Sick of the to’ing and fro’ing it resulted to hurl a bile of acid at Lochlan and wrapped Trinity up in a blink. It clenched its enormous body and muscles and squeezed tightly, coiling all around her, and it seemed the more she struggled the harder it squeezed. Soon the head reappeared in the cluster of scales and floorboards that she could see. She couldn’t suck in enough air, she couldn’t move her body and she quickly grew on the verge of seeing spots, but the one thing she did was never lose grip on her sword and point it forward…if it took her it was going to swallow some steel as well. It made the final lunge – then she was released with nothing but ash clouded around her. She wheezed, taking in huge and grateful gulps of air. She didn’t feel impact, and her eyes sought out the only other witness to see if it was some trick of the creatures or perhaps he defeated it.
Without a word to him, she got to her feet with a groan that ought to be stifled and left the turned cabin. She left Wes. How could she do that? She was…satisfied in completing her task of protecting Lochlan – it would’ve been impossible not to, but at the same time, he shouldn’t have been prioritized over Wes who was in quite a state. Trinity was confused. Even as Andy's voice rang out from the intercoms, it didn't snap her out of her funk. She heard it all but as background noise. What was she thinking? Wes was the priority.
When she caught up with him, she hugged him, tainted with extra concern as the med hut was ruined. But if all the demigods gathered in the arena, maybe he could get some help with the children of Apollo. She nuzzled into him with furrowed brows. “I don't know what I was doing.” She would never leave Wes...and that's when it hit. They probably had another serpent among them. Trinity huffed out her frustration, putting it aside for now until everyone got better. For now they weren't even sure how many demigods were injured or deceased.