Survival Of The Fittest

Hawley lifted the shotgun up in his arms somewhat, watching the other boy. "Roger that."

Quite the dare-devil he had been stuck with, hopefully the person or persons behind this door didn't have a gun. Because whoever was behind the door might not be so kind as Hawley was at the moment.

(( ooc: Oh, yes. orangeflamingo, and batspleenfriend will probably be stopping by this board sometime this week. ))

Jacob ducked as he took a look out the window.
"Damn, both of Alan's companions have guns, and he told them to shoot if anything happened! How am I going to get out of this?"

Alan, who had been near the window, stopped.
"How are you going to get out of what?" he asked Hawley and Adam, thinking they had said the sentence he had heard.

"Oi, who you talking to?" Hawley questioned lightly, great. Now Alan seemed to be hearing things, or at least talking to himself. Glancing at the lighthouse once more he cocked a brow.

Was there someone in there?

"Weird, I coulda sworn you said something." Alan said to Hawley. Something wasn't right here. He had the feeling he was being watched.

Adam shook his head, and shrugged.

"I didn't say anything, man. Maybe you're hearing things?"

"I swear, somebody said something." Alan said, looking either confused or frightened, possibly both.

"Well neither of us said anything. And let's not hope that he's hearing voices, we don't need anyone going crazy on us." He muttered, dropping the weapon in his arms somewhat, keeping his eyes on the lighthouse.

There was something odd about all this...

"So we going in, or what?"

(Coming from: Selene Arrives)

ooc: sorry that i'm late.

what happend ?
uriel stood up and looked around.
the fight !
memories started to come back.
jacob, what happend ?
jacob?
suddenly, uriel realised that he woke up right in time for round two.
this time, i will not fail father.
the witch hunter walked as silent as possible towards the right side of the door, ready to attack.

ooc: where is everybody from?
the last fight took place when i was in my bed, so i guess there's quite a big time diffrence.

OOC: I think we're in the same room, I'm assuming Garrett knocked you out temporarily with a crossbow and now you're near the window Jacob's at.

ooc: something like that.

OOC: Let's go with that, just go to Jacob and ask what you missed.

Hawley blinked somewhat as a noise caught his attention, it was somewhat loud. So it wasn't to hard to make out... There was someone in there, Lifting the weapon in his arms again he kept his eyes and the muzzle on the door. "Now I'm hearing something."

Alan nodded and turned around.
"Let's g-" he was interrupted by Jacob coming out of the window longe enough to slash his face under his left eye, sending him to the ground in pain. As blood gushed out of the slash wound, Alan seriously considered the possibility of death for the first time.

As the male came out the window, taking a slash to Alan's face sending him to the ground. "Damn it all." Hawley hissed, lifting the shotgun into an aimed postion at the window as he moved somewhat closer to where Alan had fell.

Putting his hand to the injury, Alan walked to the side of the window. If the person who had just attacked him came out again, they'd be filled with lead in an instant.