Snippet #1618179

Strix had remained silent throughout the whole thing, being pushed and pulled left and right. Thrown out a window and being hit on by a French guy. Which he definitely wasn't pleased about, but whenever he opened his mouth to protest, he would be silence further. Everything irritated him and he just wanted to find Horus, but seeing what he was up against, it was best to not try it. Eventually he was dragged to a hotel where they would stay, a hand rose up to apply pressure against the throbbing wound in his side. The other hand rose up against his head, swaying to side to side on his wobbly legs. As everyone dispersed away from him he stumbled into a nearby vacant room, collapsing on the bed. The world was spinning and Strix felt his consciousness failing him, fighting to keep his eyes open he eventually gave in and fell into the darkened realms of unconsciousness.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Strix flinched in his sleep, turning over onto his side.

Tap. Tap.

Eyes slowly opened and he rose up to sit, pushing against his wound. However there was no pain anymore and his head felt clearer than ever.

Tap.

He span around to stare at the window where a large white owl was tapping against it. "Horus!" Strix exclaimed, shooting up from the bed and opening the window. The white bird flew in and landed straight on the shoulder of the blue-haired boy. He smiled, messing around with the feathers on the creature's head and chest. "I'm glad you're alright." Strix's expression soon became one of pure worry after hearing a low roar outside. "That armored thing again? Which means..." he sighed. "They left this place and went to go fight it?" Strix quickly exited the room, the white bird following suit but out of the window. He almost stumbled down the stairs, yanking the front door open and sprinting towards the sound. Why am I doing this? Is it because they saved me? Or is it because they're just like me? He shook the thoughts from his head, skidding around the corner to come across the armored demon facing off against the French guy and another.

A large trident was dropped into the hands of Strix, looking up to thank the white owl which had delivered it. "Oi!" Strix called out. "You forgot about me." he smiled, sticking his tongue out towards the creature and readying the weapon to strike. This particular weapon wasn't a manifestation of his powers, instead it was something he picked up and got Horus to deliver it to him. Psychic weapons aren't going to affect that thing. I'll have to rely on a physical approach...