02-20-2016, 10:52 AM
The new pain only reminded Desco of the pain in her shoulders. While Dante and Ururu might not actually understand it, the wounds on Yogsothoth were as real to her as her back. Desco used Yogsothoth to relieve the pressure of standing. Her tail wrapped around one of Yogsothoth's tentacles and Yog slithered smoothly along the ground. It seemed almost natural to her to assume this movement that she didn't think about it. It must have been one of the instincts put into her, perhaps from one of the many demon species instead of an artificial one.
Dante wasn't looking very good. His injuries had to at least look the worst of the three. Of course, Desco's tough demon hide and large surface area made it harder to tell that she was injured compared to them. Ururu was already tending to her own. What was she doing? Desco just watched as she ground up herbs and used pieces of cloth to dress her wounds. It was curious skills and oddly ninja-like yet so out of place. Basic skills like that were pretty rare in Hades where it was far easier to learn or have implanted into you healing magic.
It was a tense mood after a loss. Desco was upset, angry at her own weakness. Ururu was more angry at the Warlock for managing to fend them off. Many moments passed in this silence. Then Dante broke it with a laugh. "Wasn't that an interesting fight." He groaned as he got up from his position on the ground. "This wasn't going to be easy." "Of course not, baka! We should have done more research first!" Desco just nodded. The path a final boss was not an easy one. Big Bro had taught her that defeat was natural. You had to lose some to learn how to fight.
She put on a brave face. There was only one course of action for Desco. "Desco is ready to go back!" She put a had up in the air, wincing at the pain as she moved. "I'm ready for round 2! We are going to teach that jerk what a real fight is this time." Dante just shook his head though. They weren't ready for another fight. If this enemy had more tricks, and surely he did, they were going to need allies. He hated to admit it, but he was on his last legs himself. "No, we are going to need something more."
Dante wasn't looking very good. His injuries had to at least look the worst of the three. Of course, Desco's tough demon hide and large surface area made it harder to tell that she was injured compared to them. Ururu was already tending to her own. What was she doing? Desco just watched as she ground up herbs and used pieces of cloth to dress her wounds. It was curious skills and oddly ninja-like yet so out of place. Basic skills like that were pretty rare in Hades where it was far easier to learn or have implanted into you healing magic.
It was a tense mood after a loss. Desco was upset, angry at her own weakness. Ururu was more angry at the Warlock for managing to fend them off. Many moments passed in this silence. Then Dante broke it with a laugh. "Wasn't that an interesting fight." He groaned as he got up from his position on the ground. "This wasn't going to be easy." "Of course not, baka! We should have done more research first!" Desco just nodded. The path a final boss was not an easy one. Big Bro had taught her that defeat was natural. You had to lose some to learn how to fight.
She put on a brave face. There was only one course of action for Desco. "Desco is ready to go back!" She put a had up in the air, wincing at the pain as she moved. "I'm ready for round 2! We are going to teach that jerk what a real fight is this time." Dante just shook his head though. They weren't ready for another fight. If this enemy had more tricks, and surely he did, they were going to need allies. He hated to admit it, but he was on his last legs himself. "No, we are going to need something more."