House Hunting (Atten Spartan's Hunting Group)

[Marcus Evan]

"So do I."

Marcus shrugs off one shoulder strap of his rucksack as he makes quick strides up to Spartan. He nods to each of the other injured changelings with his king, then silently shakes his head as he wonders why in the hell the headstrong ogre thought it would ever be a good idea to lead them into such a dangerous place.

Maybe one day he'll learn to look before he leaps... I just hope he lives through that day.

Finding what he's after, Marcus pulls a dried purplish piece of fruit out of his backpack along with a wilted leaf of some sort. Handing the leaf to Spartan, the metalflesh swiftly makes his way down the stairs to the impromptu barricade at the front door and offers the dried fruit to Wyatt.

"You two look the worst off. Here. Tuck in."

Remembering the layout from last time, Marcus scrutinizes each and every way in or out of the room. As he turns in a slow circle, he addresses no one in particular as he asks to be filled in on the current situation.

"Right. So... what have you lot been up to, then?"

[Lesingnon]

It was a relief seeing fellow Freeholders cresting the stairs instead of hobs, or loyalists, or those lost to insanity. At least, for a little bit it was. Then he saw the wounds that riddled their frames Marcus hadn't been kidding when he said this place was dangerous. More dangerous than the other group had been prepared for, apparently. He just hoped they still had everyone they'd set out with. The Hedge was innumerable things...forgiving to the unprepared was not one of them.

With that in mind his eyes slid from side to side as he waited for Spartan to respond to Marcus. The downstairs was, theoretically, secure for now. It was hard to imagine Spartan standing with his back to it if it wasn't. So Rick tried to find a window, get a view of what was going on outside at the moment.

[Dark Passenger]

Not really aware of the things happening he grabbed the fruit that a man offered him. 'Ah thanks, very very much.'

The fairest eats his fruit, blinks a couple of times, and notices a second King standing the room, the Autumn King. Too late for a bow I guess?

[CyledyrWyllt]

Spartan hears an indistinct murmuring as he chews the curling leaf, while Wyatt feels slightly light-headed and dreamy after consuming the dried fruit. Both effects are momentary and soon disappear as the men feel their wounds begin to clot and knit themselves back together. Looking out one of the boarded-up windows, Rick can make out two nasty-looking beasts at the front door. He notices that they seem to be about the size and shape of briarwolves, but possess black, glossy feathers instead of fur and wicked bird-like beaks and foreclaws. The two creatures are hurling themselves at the barricaded door in an obvious attempt to break it down.

Spartan and Wyatt each heal 1L.

[Lesingnon]

"Looks like someone crossed briarwolves with vultures." There's a slight pause as Rick cranes his neck around, trying to get as complete a view of the scene outside as he can. "Spartan, how many of them did you see when you were outside?" It wasn't at all uncommon to see Briarwolves in groups of more than two. And if there were more of them around...where were they and what were they doing?

[Tally Benoit]

"I'm sorry to say but they called for help not long after we were getting to the house. The call was rather clear to me, at least." Tally says grimly before Spartan could answer the question Rick asked. Could be at least seven out there now. She thinks before popping the fruit into her mouth, chewing it, and then swallowing it.

[Dusan]

Unsure if he should ask for medical treatment and if it would even work on his artificial body anyway Justin rubbed his injured arm as he looked around at the charnel house surroundings for the first time. While his face didn't betray his emotions and he really had to work at anything resembling a normal reactive expression for the most part, he found himself standing by some piece of furniture that looked a little too cobbled together and bony for his liking.

The others had been taken care of. That was some small hope in and of itself. If they could get out of the house and away from the hedgebeasts, then that would be even better.

[Lesingnon]

"There are only two of them at the front door." He gave that statement a few seconds to sink in. "And you guys look like you got chewed up pretty bad, we need to get you out of the Hedge through that mirror before the rest of them show up." Raising his pistol, he begins lining up a shot as he continues speaking. "Sam, Marcus, and I can cover the retreat. And we've got an angle on them from up here. With luck Sam and I can just drive them off for a bit with gunfire, then we might be able to all get out of here without having to close to melee combat again."