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They all knew that the fight with Dottore could go a number of different ways, but not a single one of them expected this.
“Γαμώτο!”
Flins cursed in the fae language as yet another one of his attacks was interrupted because he had to leap out of the way on an attack that came almost too fast for even him. He pulled himself into his lantern with hardly a second to spare before a beam of burning light cut through the ground where he had been less than a moment prior, but he had no time to stop, he had to keep going, to come at Dottore with everything he’s got. Flins materialised back out of his lantern, blue lames licking at his form as he pulled him arm back and tossed Bloodsoaked Ruins at the Doctor, the heart that beat more out of habit then of need skipping one in his chest when the man easily dodged, throwing an attack at Miss Lauma whilst he was doing so, but he was staring at Flins now, a sinister smile spreading across his face in a way that made a cold shiver run down Flins’ spine. His attention was brought back to the fight by the traveller launching a large attack infused with pyro, which actually hit The Doctor. Flins felt a surge of hope, likely along with every other person there, but that hope plummeted as a gloved hand reached out of the cloud of smoke left by the attack, swiping it to the side and clearing it immediately. They were all so tired already, nothing was going to plan. The Traveller and Miss Lauma were largely unharmed, but Miss Nefer was sporting a large slash on her shoulder which seemed to leave her left arm dangling from it in the moments she could afford to let it.
Flins snapped back to attention when Dottore sent another laser his way, and Flins had to once again hurriedly stuff his form into his lantern to dodge, only to feel a nauseating lurch, and there was suddenly a hand around his handle, pouring power in to suppress his own.
“Ah, so that's what you are, how curious...”
Flins pushed through the power suppressing him, materialising, though unfortunately, he had to do it next to his lantern, which was being held aloft by this monster of a mad doctor. He had no time to react, he felt a sharp pain in his side, and then it burned… he’s burning. His whole body screamed, feeling so hot it was cold, and he couldn’t prevent the cry that escaped him as he crumpled to the ground. Iron, it was iron, buried to the hilt in his side was a blade of iron, and he couldn't even get his arms to move, let alone pull it out. The world around him went fuzzy, and everything sounded like it was underwater. Distantly, he thought he heard a cry of his name and a sequence of loud bangs and crashes, but it did not even register to him that it was his own companions fighting for his sake, all he registered was the lack of the only thing that would help him right now. Through blurry vision, he looked past Miss Lauma and the green glow emanating from her hands, pressed to his side (He hadn’t even felt her touching him, hadn’t heard her talking even though her mouth was moving.), and his eyes locked on to the faint glow of his lantern, still grasped in the mad doctor’s hand. Suddenly, the man was smirking, materialising chains in his other hand, making only one gesture and the chains were wrapping around his lantern, making Flins lose control of this form. He gasped as he was forced back into his lantern when the vital object was bound in even more iron. He heard a scream, deep, too deep to be one of the people he had walked into this fight with, but one he recognised none the less. There was a nauseating kaleidoscope of colours, and he found himself on the cold ground, surrounded by greens and dirt. He tried, oh, no one could say he didn’t try, but regardless of his desperation, he felt his mind shutting down, until there was nothing.
Γαμώτο - Damn it