Sylvia scanned the battlefield looking for a way for her to help out, as her poison couldn't do alot, that and she wasn't sure how many more shots of venom she had left in her. Sylvia spotted something that terrified her even more than the t-rex, a small child was standing close to the battle 'No! Kids shouldent be near stuff like this, that's just... that's not ok!' she ran as fast as her legs would allow to get to the young girl. She slid in front of her, the only thing on Sylvias mind was protecting this girl that she diddnt even know. "Its ok ill keep you safe, just stay behind me ok?" her voice echoed out of the Battleframe. She took a wide stance in front of the child ready to protect her.
<div align=center>As the dinosaur charged forth, it knocked everything and anyone out of the way in its line of terror. The smallest glimmer of human corruption had gotten to it, though perhaps for the worse rather than the better. It now knew it had a hit list to take care of rather than rely on complete strangers to get its blood lust out. Well, mostly anyway. Claire had happened to be in the line of sight for the dinosaur and her temporary paralysis had unfortunately worked against her. As it missed the swim coach target it yanked the girl up from the ground, more so in its mouth than in its teeth... Though not in the same trouble as Wong, bruises and other injuries on top of being coated in prehistoric lizard saliva wasn't a desirable outcome either. With her gone from the ground it could properly pivot in a turnaround, the motion. Unfortunately for it during this the dinosaur was caught once more by the teacher. This time it just might be a rodeo.
With the student still lodged in its mouth it promptly spat her out, sending her to the grass below. It roared loud enough to echo throughout the fields. He was just out of his massive jaw's reach to kill however this didn't stop him from trying to get him off. The girl on the ground would certainly get picked up later, but for now Mr. Cunningham was the focus. So the fight would once more begin, this time to shake him off of his back.
To accomplish this the dinosaur's massive torso began to shake much like a dog after the rain. The instruction's of the teacher fell on ignorant ears as the tyrannosaurus just let its instincts of protection override logic. At this point it was both outnumbered and out-skilled. Last resort began to sneak into its mind as it thought of what to do to rid itself of the intruders... Other than devour them, of course. It was almost too full from earlier victims for that.
Well, despite its dull intelligence it saw that Jacob had that similar light to him as the young girl did earlier. Oh, so she was on his side now? That was inexcusable. Though she wasn't alone with the lady in the warframe beside her the dinosaur was still fearless in approaching her. In a snap of a few seconds it rushed over to her, a fearsome growl erupting lowly from its clamped jaws as it lowered his eyes to her level. Slowly it approached as if to dominate and strike fear into the heart of the young girl. Perhaps then she'd give up assisting and it could finish the job once and for all. If not... Well, it certainly could make everyone else pay. </div>
It was a rodeo to end all rodeos. Jacob had landed square on Oliver's back, standing where the shoulder blades might have been had the dinosaur not had such tiny, forward-oriented arms. His stance was low and crouched, attempting to keep his center of gravity as low as he could to stay on Oliver's back. It got to the point that Jacob had to stab his sword into Oliver's thick skin and muscle to give himself something to hold onto. The stab was shallow and he doubted it really had any effect on Oliver. It probably hurt, and caused the dinosaur to shake wildly, but that was the least of Jacob's worries.
His knuckles were white on his sword, gripping his lone anchoring pointing even as the rest of him flailed about on Oliver's shaking back. More than once he thought his arm was going to come out of its socket. When the shaking stopped, he needed a moment to get his bearings back.
"C'mon, Oliver! Snap out it!"
Jacob rubbed his face and staggered back to his feet using the embedded sword. The growling from Oliver felt louder on his back, he could feel it through his feet and sword. It alerted him to something going on and he saw Anh Sang and Sylvia.
"No! Down boy!"
Pulling his sword back out, Jacob raised it right over his head and thrust it back down into the back of the dinosaur, all the way to the hilt.
It was impossible for Anh Sang to be any more afraid than she already was, or so she thought. She had been so determined to help, to be useful, to not be in the way but it was so much easier to think that when not facing immediate danger. As Oliver turned to her with a terrible roar, the girl's heart shuddered with such great fear that her mind went momentarily blank.
And that was when the giant robot thing moved in front of her, a vaguely female voice telling her to stay behind it. Anh Sang was only too happy to comply with that order, even though just a little while ago she had been scared of the robot, too. I-I guess she's friendly? In her mind, there weren't really any enemies present. There were people who were protecting other people, people who were getting out of the way, and then people who were hurt. She counted Oliver as being in that last category.
"D-don't hurt him, okay?" She wasn't sure if the robot could hear that, her voice was high and squeaky from terror but she tried anyways. "It's not Oliver's fault, there's just something wrong!" The girl felt her breath hitch and her lip tremble.
Oh no, was she crying? No! Crying was for babies, crying was for people who couldn't deal with things-
She couldn't deal with things now. Sniffing and wiping at her eyes, she just barely had time to bring up a shield of light for Oliver as Mister Cunningham stabbed down into his back. With her inattention and the weakened strength of the light, there was no stopping the teacher's sword. The force of it had been lessened but it made little difference. There would still be a wound.
No, no, no, no! Oliver! That one was her fault, too. I don't want to be a stupid child! It kept getting other people hurt. So that was why she couldn't cry. It was just a silly distraction that was silly and awful and wrong. In an ideal world, that would have been enough reason to stop. In the real world, it didn't stop the tears from coming to her eyes. The girl whimpered quietly because it was the best she could do to hold back sobs and redirected her attention back to the fight.
"D-don't hurt him, okay?" Sylvia heard a squeaky voice say "It's not Oliver's fault, there's just something wrong!". Sylvia bit her lip from inside the suit, she turned to face the girl "I cant promise you I wont hurt him, but I wont hurt him badly ok?" Sylvia said in as kind a voice as possible. She was terrified, but she couldn't just run away and possibly get the young child hurt. Sylvia observed the fight, a small shield tried to block the blow of a teachers blade, was that the girl behind her? Sylvia looked around for a place to hide, or at least a place that would offer a cover of sorts. Sylvia spotted a shack, probably holding sports equipment, she pointed a finger to the shack and said "Ok, im gonna try and get us over there by that shack like thing ok? We'll be safer over there.". She turned and picked up the young girl, Sylvia was surprised that she could do it so easily figuring it was probably because of the Battleframe. They made it to the shack fairly quickly, Sylvia gently put the girl down then turned back to see what the T-Rex would do next.
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It was on its last limb, clearly. It was out rivaled and outclassed though it was a surprise on its own that it lasted so far. Not only was its system millions of years old but it was surrounded by men and women that had supernatural powers that could taken it down twice as fast. But its little escapade did quite some damage in the time it occurred. Unfortunately he boy trapped inside wouldn't know this until he finally regained control.
Shaking around to the point of feeling like a rather mini earthquake the oversized lizard got what was coming for it by another blow. This time the teacher's sword pierced through its scaly hide, burrowing in flesh and muscle to tear a wound large enough on the inside to make the dinosaur roar- no, screech- in agony. The sound shook off the fields, akin in nature to those sound effects used in movies for the death or some monstrous beast. But amplified. A lot.
Stumbling its tail swung sporadically to try to clear away any threats nearby on the ground. The teacher had caused a great loss of blood considering for the dinosaur, from the wound on its neck to the slashes on its legs to the make-shift saddle hilt that was jammed between it shoulder blades. No longer having the proper balance in its torso the great creature wobbled at its bloodied knees, tilting forth before crashing face first into the shredded sod in a sliding motion. The tyrannical lizard had finally been defeated.
Ever still, despite the clear loss, the mindset stayed the same. From its futile position on the ground it made abhorring growls between gnashing teeth. Eventually its legs gave up and collapsed just like the rest of his upper body, now laying half way on its side so it could snap at any threats nearby if needed. It was down for the count, as much as it didn't want to accept. After such a devastating blow though there was no way it could get back to its feet to keep thrashing around. In its mind though it wouldn't quit until it drew its very last breath. Both in a lucky and misfortunate chance; however, that wasn't going to have to be necessary.
As the beast twisted its head to attempt to clamp anyone nearby in its jaws, it spotted from the corner of its minuscule eye the girl from before that helped only to betray it, guarded by that woman in the mechanical suit. The desire to jerk back up and struggle to its feet in hopes to obliterate the small child was unbearable. But as the dinosaur's power and fervor seeped from it so did the grip it had on the boy's mind it possessed. For a glimmer of a second, those wild, blood lusting eyes lost its coldness. In a mental whisper at the back of its mind, a voice rang out ever so faintly- Anh Sang?
Then it began, the internal brawl to get back what the boy owned. With the sneak-through of the singular name the rest of the boy's thoughts and feelings returned at a slow pace, starting at his overall conscious and extending to being able to move the body he was in ever so slightly. The invincible persona the creature had formerly pulled off shattered as it began to tremble in response to its wounds. Previous thrashing had already ceased, though around the area it surveilled in order to catch a hint as to what just happened. He remembered nothing. But with what he was seeing, it was all starting to come back to him.
Wha... Huh? It thought out with a bubble of a whimper caught in its throat, taking in the damage surrounding it and not quite picking up that this was all its doing. It just knew it was in agony and that it just wasn't able to stay like this anymore. So with that last burst of energy Oliver pulled himself away from the form of the Tyrannosaurus rex, the great lizard's body morphing into the very small, very naked one of the boy it had possessed. Now, he'd have to reap what he sowed.
As childish as it may be the first thing the dumbfounded boy noticed was that he was chilly, and thus quite obviously not wearing the clothes he had shredded. He blinked, practically blind as he began to frantically search for something to put on him. A dirtied white blotch was fortunately seen just a few feet away, presumably dropped by one of the poor students chased around in the area. It was a hoodie, way too big for him and enough to cover what he didn't want seen. In a frenzy he threw it on, only realizing when he was fumblingly zipping it up that when he inadvertently swiped his face a filthy red liquid tainted his normally milky skin, and to his horror this patch wasn't from his own body.
With wobbly knees he stood up, inhaling sharply at the pain coming from his knees and thighs. Ignoring this though he stumbled a bit in his place, searching desperately with what little he could now see. But if he scrubbed hard enough, maybe he could make out something faintly. There was a blob of a man nearby holding a sword. From where his mind called out to his best friend he saw her even more difficultly off in the distance, huddled by a shack like she was afraid. Pivoting in a circle there were the bleachers, and on it was draped another body. And more were splayed across the ground. With trembling breath Oliver looked down, only to see that his tiny feet were overshadowed by a larger indent on the ground. The footprint of his creature.
It was him. He did all this.
Shaky breaths became wheezed hyperventilations as the boy began to go in a panicked overdrive. His mouth tasted like human blood and his muscles hurt just as they did on the Dino a few minutes ago. He still couldn't see enough to count the fingers in front of his face but the damage had been done enough for him to know. And he was horrified, absolutely revolted with himself.
Those choked breaths warped into sobs, his glassy green eyes bubbling and finally bursting into tears. He wrapped his oversized sleeved arms around his body, hugging himself as he collapsed to his knees. He covered his face, as if doing so long enough would make all these ugly things go away and nothing ever happened. The memories in the moment still haven't come back to haunt him but no doubt they would later. He looked up for a second, his face contorted as the physical remnants of his outburst made him look more monstrous than human. If only he really did see what had happened, his worst nightmares would only further rear their ugly heads.
â€ÂTh-this can't be happening.†He cried out to himself, shaking like a leaf. â€ÂI-I... I'm so sorry... I need my glasses I-I...†His voiced was a little louder, as if in a raised whisper. He elevated his hand outstretched a bit, like a child reaching out for their mother. But she wasn't here. He was all alone. "Help me.â€Â. </div>
The stab had done it. The rampaging tyrant lizard was brought down, but not without significant struggle and damage. Sword buried to the hilt between the beast's shoulder blades, Jacob hung on desperately as it swung its massive body about. His knuckles were white as he crouched on one knee while holding onto his impromptu grip, feeling the monster's energy fade with every lumbering sway and futile jaw snap. As if it did anything, Jacob pulled and pushed his grip this way and that to try and "steer" the dinosaur away from anyone else. Finally, the beast keeled over, nearly pinning Jacob had he not spun himself upwards just before meeting the ground.
The ground rumbled underneath the weight of the fallen beast, and Jacob landed with a contrasting lightness of foot. Prying his sword back from the dinosaur's back took both hands, a foot planted on the side, and a one hardy yank. Blood trickled down his blade and out of the new wound as Jacob stumbled backward from the pull. He stood there, now aware of his own panting and sweating, as the dinosaur morphed back into the boy, the poor boy that would not have to live with his actions.
Oliver was facing away from Jacob when he returned to his human, and it was probably for the better. Jacob was standing tall, if worn out, with his blade held in one hand. Oliver's blood dripped from the tip onto the ground, seemingly afraid of the gleaming silver it covered. Jacob's face was blank and cold, showing that he did not have the energy to express at the moment.
The boy's cries began to ring in his ears, and he had to turn away and retrieve his sheathe, if only to give himself room to think and collect his thoughts. People were dead and damage had been wrought. It was all Oliver's fault, and also not his fault. Jacob felt sorry for the child, truly, and he also felt guilty for needing to hurt him so. But a tiny part of him was also upset at the total lack of control Oliver showed in allowing that to happen. It was a mixed bag.
Jacob picked his sheathe off the ground and, with a single gleaming flick of his blade, removed the blood from his sword and returned it to its resting place. Only then was he able to let his breath out in a long sigh. Oliver's pleas could be heard by him and Jacob instinctively walked over to him, and placed his arms around him as only a parent could.
And then, all of a sudden, everything was over. Pressed safely between the corner of the shack and the robot guard, Anh Sang peered out at where the battle was. Or rather, had been. There was a moment of silence, and then another. They continued as she searched for the shape of the dinosaur against the sky, eyes skipping over the blond haired boy now standing in the middle of it all. Too fast. It was over too fast.
The familiar sounding cries were what brought her focus down to him at last. She stared. She couldn't help it; he was covered in blood. He's hurt, the girl thought immediately, followed by He hurt lots of people. She didn't know how she was supposed to feel about that. Relief and fear crashed over her, because Oliver was okay but he was also not okay and she still thought. She still thought that somewhere along the way, something had gone wrong without her noticing.
What happens now? Anh Sang didn't know. It was a scary thought but that question was hanging right there. Nobody could get around it. There was no way that anybody could. She wanted to be a good friend, she should have been a good friend. She should have crossed that field and gone over to Oliver's side because they were friends, right? That was why she had protected him and that was why she was so much more terrified now than she had ever been when he was senselessly rampaging.
Things weren't senseless anymore and Oliver wasn't a senseless person so that was normal. But the things around it weren't. Sensibly trying to go through a senseless scene. That's what this was.
She was relieved when Mister Cunningham didn't attack and even more so when he went to comfort her friend. A part of her thought that she should be doing that but she just couldn't. Anh Sang didn't know how to deal with the situation so all she did was slip out in front of the shack, standing with her back flat against the wall. And looked at the two of them there.
Bewildered was the look on her face. The I'm sorry's and What do I do?'s kept running through her head. But she didn't say anything because Anh Sang was a perfectionist and she couldn't bare to say something that might not come out the right way.
Sylvia watched as the massive T-rex fell to the ground and seemed to vanish 'Is it over?' Sylvia thought to herself. She saw the young girl she had been trying to protect move to the other side of the shack probably so she could see better, Sylvia quickly did the same and was surprised to see a young boy covered in blood. Seeing no threat Sylvia dismissed the Battleframe, making the suit dissolve away, her long hair flowed behind her now free from the suit of alien armor. Sylvia knelt down to meet the young girls height and put and arm around her "Everything's going to be alright" Sylvia said in the most comforting voice she could manage.
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