demonbelthazor | The Wastelands, Saturday evening Fandom Standard Time [NFB]

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The Wastelands, Saturday evening Fandom Standard Time [NFB]

With the powers he'd gained from vanquished demons, Bel was able to fight back against the Beast. But even with those powers, he was still tired and once again wondering why he was struggling so hard to survive. He was trapped here for eternity, and he didn't want to spend that time running for his life.

[For them that know who they are. NFB due to distance.]

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The tongue maintained a slow pace as it crept towards Nadia and then suddenly lashed out and tried to wrap itself around her ankle to knock her off balance.

Nadia shifted her weight back and swung down with her sword at . . . well, the end the tongue was leading with, anyway.

The tongue managed to retreat before she could hit it. It looked for another opening to attack.

Nadia . . . attempted to circle the tongue.

At that moment, Alanna's purple fireball came back down.

And landed right on the tongue and sizzled. It pulled back away from Nadia.

Too bad for her that one of its friends was approaching from the other side.

Nadia was a bit too busy going "OMGWTFFIREBALL?" to notice the other tongue sneaking up on her. She flailed slightly, almost falling over in her attempt to not be near the now flaming tongue.

The tongue tried to wrap itself around her knees.

And it even did so. Nadia tried to twist and hack at the thing without cutting her own legs off with her sword but . . . well . . . she's not actually that good with a sword. In the process, she falls backwards, landing awkwardly on her shoulder.

Naturally, because that's just how things go, for Nadia, said shoulder dislocates quietly.

"OwowowowOFFowowowowow,"

And now that she's down, the tongue slithers up and wraps itself around her neck.

"Ack!"

Tasering something that's actively touching you? Nadia decided this would not be the best idea in the world.

Fortunately, she has brought many weapons.

She dropped the taser and grabbed her hunting knife, forcing herself to use her injured arm so she could pull at the tongue on her neck and slip the blade in between it and her own skin.

The tongue's grip loosened when she managed to stab it, but it didn't drop completely.

Nadia gasped for air and started cutting at the tongue, moving to get to her knees so she could get up as soon as she got free.

The tongue ended up falling to pieces around her.

Nadia jumped quickly back to her feet and tucked her knife away before turning her attention to her injured shoulder.

She was really sick of that thing getting dislocated.

Another tongue burst through the ground directly in front of Nadia and immediately moved to wrap itself around her wrist.

After a quick moment of "aw crap!" Nadia recognized a golden opportunity. She clamped her good hand on her injured shoulder and pulled sharply back against the tug of the tongue.

It made her wrist hurt like nobody's business, but--*pop!*

Shoulder back in joint.

"Thanks," she said to the tongue, then grabbed her mallet and started beating at it.

The mallet beating wasn't very nice and the tongue squeezed Nadia's wrist in an attempt to get her to stop.

Holy mother of--that HURT!

So she started kicking at it. "Owowowletgoletgoowowowow!"

The kicking didn't hurt quite as bad as the malleting, so the tongue wasn't inclined to listen to her request.

"Crap! Owowowowowowow. . . ." Mallet got swapped for the baton, which had better reach, and she went back to trying to beat the tongue off.

The tongue wasn't budging. It was waiting for backup from one of its' buddies.

Nadia couldn't pull back against the tongue if she didn't want to dislocate her shoulder twice in one night, so she was stuck whacking at it with her baton.

"OwowowowowowA LITTLE HELP HEREowowowowowowowow"

Aziraphale was just starting to think that he really should try to get that piece of tongue from around his waist when he heard Nadia's call for help. Bolting off in her direction, he slid to a halt and swung the sword in the same motion, slicing toward the tentacle that was wrapped around her wrist.

Nadia stared in shock as the tongue and her hand were lopped neatly off.

". . . hand. . . ."

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