Shortly before Metalhead makes contact with Qilby, Apollo takes notice of her faithful companion literally leaping to her aid, to which she makes a more happy sounding scream. Which quickly turns back into an angered scream, because suddenly she's falling from one portal straight to the ground without anything to cushion her. With a thud she hits the ground hard, landing on top of a little hill that sends her sliding and rolling down the rocky incline until she manages to stop herself before rolling right into a pool of lava. Doesn't mean her hair doesn't get a little singed on one side, though.
For his part, Metalhead keeps his attention squarely on Qilby. Apollo's gun belts slung around his neck, the dog bares his teeth as he snaps, snarls, and drools in the man's face, merely a command from his master away from trying to sink his teeth into him.
"Yes fuckin' really, ugh," Apollo struggles to her feet, dizzy from both being thrown around like that and because she may or may not have smacked her head on a rock on the way down, and she rips her flower necklaces off once she realizes they've caught on fire and the flame is spreading. "They're callin' me a hunter here, an' every hunter has a beast, it's a fuckin'--" Ow, good god her jaw hurts. "Method of combat, you moronic mage."
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Shortly before Metalhead makes contact with Qilby, Apollo takes notice of her faithful companion literally leaping to her aid, to which she makes a more happy sounding scream. Which quickly turns back into an angered scream, because suddenly she's falling from one portal straight to the ground without anything to cushion her. With a thud she hits the ground hard, landing on top of a little hill that sends her sliding and rolling down the rocky incline until she manages to stop herself before rolling right into a pool of lava. Doesn't mean her hair doesn't get a little singed on one side, though.
For his part, Metalhead keeps his attention squarely on Qilby. Apollo's gun belts slung around his neck, the dog bares his teeth as he snaps, snarls, and drools in the man's face, merely a command from his master away from trying to sink his teeth into him.
"Yes fuckin' really, ugh," Apollo struggles to her feet, dizzy from both being thrown around like that and because she may or may not have smacked her head on a rock on the way down, and she rips her flower necklaces off once she realizes they've caught on fire and the flame is spreading. "They're callin' me a hunter here, an' every hunter has a beast, it's a fuckin'--" Ow, good god her jaw hurts. "Method of combat, you moronic mage."