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 {{wst>pinkgothic|An-uxhwi, hoping that Tikke would take to the book in his absence from it, leapt forward in bounding motions toward the creature, upon him in a second, and seized a sizeable rock with both hands in what seemed like the same exact motion as his final approach, then in a motion more primal instinct than intellectual decision brought it down on Ynudh's head, intending to //at least// concuss the monster, at best crush his skull. Whether something like Ynudh had a skull to crush was perhaps a different question. There was no time to think it through and no time to regret the choice, just the frantic hope of self-preservation.}}
+{{wst>shyriath|Ynudh jerked his head aside as the rock hit the ground where it had been; with a growl, more a sound of irritation than anger, tendrils of black mist extended outward toward An-uxhwi.
+What felt very much like Tikke's hand roughly grabbed An-uxhwi's shoulders from behind and tried to yank him backward out of the way as Ynudh hauled himself back to his feet.}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|With instinct still guiding most of An-uxhwi's actions, he let himself half-fall, half be yanked backward, not quite managing to land in a sit. Without a thought to spare, he grabbed a hold of two more rocks - they were smaller than the one he had intended to use as a blugeoning weapon, but also much easier to throw with precision.}}
+{{wst>shyriath|The creature stopped, managing to catch one rock and clumsily knock the other aside; the first one crumbled and dissolved in his grip. But before he could charge forward again, the stone beneath him suddenly surged upward in a column, lifting him, clinging desperately to its top, into the air.
+Shyriath ran up behind them, panting; he made a sharp downward motion with his hand, and the column abruptly dropped back into the ground; Ynudh managed to leap off rather than be loosed by the impact, tumbling roughly toward the upward slope on one side. Propping himself up against it, he lurched to his feet again. "Another witch?" he groaned.
+He started circling slowly around them, keeping an eye on their hands for any movement toward rocks, or possibly toward moving rocks with magic. "Delay is pointless," he grated. "All of us will die. Give me the book and-"
+Quite suddenly, Evrith faded into view, with the bewildered trembling of someone who had just woken from a terrible nightmare, and the scene erupted in confusion. In mid-sentence, Ynudh's head snapped toward her. Hers snapped toward him, but slowed by her disorientation. Shyriath clapped his hands to the sides of his head, as if in sudden pain.
+Ynudh hurled himself across the space between himself and the oracle, and Evrith raised her hands only moments before her arrived; he tackled her to the ground, only held away from ripping out her throat by her hands clamped desperately around his wrists. The black mist flared hungrily around them.}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|In the next second, An-uxhwi was leaping toward Ynudh to try and land on his back, not bothering to growl or snarl. He wasn't cognisant of what he was trying to do, but his instincts knew they were going to tear Ynudh's throat out by reaching forward past his shoulders if given even a moment's chance.}}
+{{wst>shyriath|Ynudh was unbalanced by the sudden weight of An-uxhwi attaching himself to his back; Evrith, grimacing in pain, wrenched herself to one side, sending the creature tumbling over with An-uxhwi's claws still in him.
+Shyriath had managed to recover enough from whatever pain he'd experienced to plunge his fist into the ground and bring it up encased in a stony glove; he began bringing it around in a wide swing. "An-uxhwi, pull away!"}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|Again, the action was more automatic than planned - and less of a 'pull away' than it was a 'half leap, half roll to the side', set up to scrape himself on the scrag and rocks in the process.}}
+{{wst>shyriath|Ynudh, whether through luck or supernatural warning, hurled himself in the opposite direction as the fist slammed down. This took him toward the edge, where he stopped; but at a frantic slicing gesture from Evrith, the piece of ground on which he had come to rest came loose from the path and slid down the slope, dropping the Doomtouched from sight.
+Evrith's head snapped toward An-uxhwi, but seeing that he had not come off too badly, she slumped, partly in relief and partly to devote her energy to shivering and swearing at the pain stabbing at the palms of her hands. They looked like someone had, vigorously but very briefly, applied sandpaper to them.}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|An-uxhwi grimaced as he unrolled himself from his position on the ground. His left wing had gotten scratched up somewhat nastily and would sting if he tried to fly with it - not that the weather wasn't having the same effect, equally spread to both limbs - but otherwise he was in good enough shape to hurry over to Evrith, all the while taking note of their surroundings. Just because Ynudh had been knocked down the slope didn't mean he was taken care of. And with the stubborn persistence he'd shown so far, An-uxhwi reckoned they had maybe three minutes of reprieve.}}
+{{wst>shyriath|Evrith managed, with some difficulty, to get herself to a halfway-upright position without using her hands. She sat trembling as An-uxhwi hurried over, her hands and fingers twitching. She glanced over at the cliffside, where Shyriath was watching intently and making pushing motions with his hands; the rumbling sounds that accompanied them suggested that he was trying to send at least a few chunks of rock down to keep Ynudh company.
+She turned back to An-uxhwi. "You're all right?" she asked.}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|"Quite," An-uxhwi summarised, eyes fairly wide, still tense with attention. "What about you? What happened to your hands?"}}
+{{wst>shyriath|She looked at them, and winced. It could have been worse; they were only bleeding in a few spots, but felt very raw. "I think when I grabbed his wrists..." she trailed off. A moment or two longer and the effect of the mists might have started spreading. She shuddered. Then shuddered again, glancing around at the snow that was now falling silently but thickly.
+"I don't think I hit him," Shyriath called from the cliff edge, "but I don't see him anymore." Evrith just shook her head. "He ended up in some bushes down near the valley floor," she murmured. "His arm is broken; he might force himself along, but I don't think he'll be climbing back up."}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|The information came as some relief to An-uxhwi, and he could feel it take the worst off his wound-up edge. Maybe they had more than a few minutes, then. "Perhaps it would be best if you went back into the book to rest," An-uxhwi suggested. "Tikke and I can continue the journey of carrying it." His breath frosted and drawing it back in was uncomfortable, but he wasn't about to let that stop him. The few bruises he'd gotten from the fight were hardly worth noting, and his coat just needed a little adjusting to keep out the worst bite of the chill, which, for that matter, he was doing now. "We'll try to pick up the pace."}}
+{{wst>shyriath|Evrith's hands attempted to clench, but since her shivering was getting worse and the clenching only made them hurt more, they instead twitched erratically. It was clear that she was not enthusiastic about leaving An-uxhwi out here after what had just happened, but without being able to go on all fours she would only slow them down; and, in any case, the warmth was already being drawn out of her. There weren't enough furs or cloaks for all of them.
+"Yes, all right," she muttered at last, unhappily. "Just be careful."}}