Trigger warnings!: Mention and dealing with a wound, implied harm, and threats
Karl staggers back, clutching the arrow sticking out of his gut. "Karl!" Sapnap shouts, at his side and helping him stay up, before promptly dragging him away from the battle and setting him down against a tree. "Do you mind if I look?" He asks. Karl winces but manages a wry smile. "Go ahead." Sapnap delicately lifts his sweater to inspect the wound better, and frowns. "I can't take it out. It's what's stopping you from bleeding out...and I'd like to avoid cauterizing the wound if we still have more options." He admits after a moment. As a Pyro Elf, Sapnap can create and control fire, without running the risk of developing burns. He can, however, singe himself a bit. Another thing he can do is use his fire to cauterize a person's wounds, but it would still hurt, and it's not a fun experience, so he avoids it as much as possible. Instead, he snaps off the arrow shaft but leaves the arrowhead and whatever was left of the shaft in, then stands and freezes. "We've been checkmated." He hisses. "They have Tommy, and that means Ranboo, Techno, and Sam especially can't do anything. The rest of us can't either for that same reason." Karl groans, but slowly gets to his feet. "They already know we're nearby...they want us over, don't they?" He asks. "Yeah..." Sapnap hesitates, however it is momentarily, before he offers his arm to help Karl walk back over. The one who shot Karl has a dark smile, as though he already knows he's won. He watches the two walk back over, moving to indicate Karl and Punz. "You two speak their demon tongues. And this little one..." There are two other hunters restraining Tommy, one to hold him in place and the other holding his head up, blade at his throat. The boy swallows nervously, trying to hide his still evident fear. "...is human, but he doesn't know our words. But he helps keep the brutes in check, so perhaps he'll be useful. Now, here's what's going to happen: we haven't enough men to properly restrain the lot of you, so using the feral boy here, we will take you all back to our camp. None of you will think of running off to tell anyone, and you won't try to escape. It would be a pain, but we'd do just as well without him. Tell the THINGS that, and be quick about it." He orders. Punz glowers, and Karl feels Sapnap's hand grip his a little tighter. "We can't do anything without risking Tommy." Ranboo says instantly, his tail lashing anxiously, his eyes darting from the hybrids to the humans, then to Tommy, anywhere else but one specific spot. Punz had been translating as the man spoke, though it was mostly for the benefit of Ranboo, Sam, and BadBoyHalo, who is avoiding the patch of sun nearest him and rubbing his hands, as though he'd been burned. That is most likely what happened, after all–the dark clothes and skin don't help much, but being half vampire means that the sun hurts him, much like with phantoms and undead monsters. "But we can't just concede, either!" Sam snarls, stomping the earth with his paw, the claws extending to create deep furrows in the soil. Karl is about to reply, however he's stopped by someone darting forward, shoving him to his knees, then keeping him still with the threat of a primed crossbow. "You lot talk too much. I never learned that vile language, but I know you aren't about to surrender. I'm not a FOOL." They growl. Sam growls back, silenced when they roughly dig the crossbow into Karl's neck. "So. You'll come quietly, or you won't come at all." There's a standoffish, tense silence, before Technoblade snorts angrily, dropping his axe with a heavy thud. Following him, Ranboo slowly shrinks back, the tense posture being replaced with submission. Punz puts down his own weapon, followed by Sapnap, then Sam, and Bad, who is immediately restrained by another few hunters. "We saw another like this one. It's a demon. You'll let us take some necessary precautions." With a nod from the leader, the men shove the hybrid to the ground, pinning him to the ground as he twists and writhes. One sits on BadBoyHalo's chest, leaning forward and drawing out a knife. Ranboo inhales, ears dropping as he steps back. "We can't risk it casting its accursed spells, so we may as well prevent it from speaking at all." The man raises his knife, and under him, Bad pales in fear. Sam steps forward, hesitating when Tommy cries out. "That's right, you'll sit nice and pretty while we do our job. Can't let the little boy get hurt, can we?" The hunter gives a wicked smile, preparing to bring the blade down on the bucking hybrid below him.
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It's only matter of Time...
أدب الهواةTime is a fickle thing. And Karl KNOWS that. But he's been doing so well, and nothing's happened for a few weeks, so why doesn't he invite a few people over and try to officially understand why he saw those different versions of them? And the book...