Even if he'd had had time to react to the sudden appearance of that torrent of water that came from the beast, it would have done him little good. As it was, it was within seconds of its appearance that he was literally picked up and tossed down the hall he'd come down not too long ago. He lost hold of the shotgun between the initial throw and the unkind landing, but he maintained his death grip on the stone he held.
Coughing what water he'd swallowed up, he looked up toward the direction he'd come from through soaked and clinging blond hair. With that between him and the two viable ground exits that he knew of, he was strained in the way of any retreat which wouldn't run the risk of him injuring himself further on its use. Even if he hadn't lost the damn gun, it would be useless to him as soaked as it no doubt would be by now.
If it wasn't for the fact it was a waste of precious breath, he'd curse the situation soundly. No chance of anyone coming by in the last minute and providing a reprieve either. The unexpected warmth coming from the stone he held so tightly distracted his thoughts and his watch for either more water or the demon following him down the hall. Opening the clenched hand to eye the stone he noted absently the pointed end at the top had broke the skin of his palm due to him holding it so tight, but he didn't think that was the cause of the sudden warmth. It was also glowing about as brightly as it had previously when he'd confronted the thing down the hall, a fact which made him give that direct another quick look.
"God Stone bearer, with me now do treat."
Well. That was unexpected. If it hadn't been for the obvious difference in the voice which spoke, he'd almost think the demon which had attacked him had spoken in another bid for the stone.
"Your spirit and my flesh as one shall merge. Life undying yours forevermore."
"What's the catch?" The words were sarcastic, if a little low and rough sounding. He didn't really expect a reply to the question and even if one had come, he likely would have missed it as his attention shifted from the stone now fairly hoovering over the open palm to the sound of moving chain and something else heavier coming down the hall toward him.
"Your resentment and wrath, their call I heed. And so once more I ask: With me do treat."
It was possible in a manner of thinking that this was how one actually accessed the power the stone was said to have. Which was the entire reason he'd desired to keep the thing in the first place...and also why he was currently listening to something which fully intended to kill him, and seemed rather capable of actually doing it, in order to claim it.
In other words he had pretty much everything to lose if he refused and possibly much to gain if he accepted. Not exactly a hard choice in this situation. "Yes, I'll 'treat' with you."
"Adrammelech, the Wroth,have I been named. Your plea to answer now my only wish."
With little to no warning to the lone other figure in the hall, Famfrit's destination was suddenly filled with a near blinding emerald light, blotting out the sight of the young man who had been kneeling on the floor.
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Date: 2010-10-02 04:53 am (UTC)Coughing what water he'd swallowed up, he looked up toward the direction he'd come from through soaked and clinging blond hair. With that between him and the two viable ground exits that he knew of, he was strained in the way of any retreat which wouldn't run the risk of him injuring himself further on its use. Even if he hadn't lost the damn gun, it would be useless to him as soaked as it no doubt would be by now.
If it wasn't for the fact it was a waste of precious breath, he'd curse the situation soundly. No chance of anyone coming by in the last minute and providing a reprieve either. The unexpected warmth coming from the stone he held so tightly distracted his thoughts and his watch for either more water or the demon following him down the hall. Opening the clenched hand to eye the stone he noted absently the pointed end at the top had broke the skin of his palm due to him holding it so tight, but he didn't think that was the cause of the sudden warmth. It was also glowing about as brightly as it had previously when he'd confronted the thing down the hall, a fact which made him give that direct another quick look.
"God Stone bearer, with me now do treat."
Well. That was unexpected. If it hadn't been for the obvious difference in the voice which spoke, he'd almost think the demon which had attacked him had spoken in another bid for the stone.
"Your spirit and my flesh as one shall merge. Life undying yours forevermore."
"What's the catch?" The words were sarcastic, if a little low and rough sounding. He didn't really expect a reply to the question and even if one had come, he likely would have missed it as his attention shifted from the stone now fairly hoovering over the open palm to the sound of moving chain and something else heavier coming down the hall toward him.
"Your resentment and wrath, their call I heed. And so once more I ask: With me do treat."
It was possible in a manner of thinking that this was how one actually accessed the power the stone was said to have. Which was the entire reason he'd desired to keep the thing in the first place...and also why he was currently listening to something which fully intended to kill him, and seemed rather capable of actually doing it, in order to claim it.
In other words he had pretty much everything to lose if he refused and possibly much to gain if he accepted. Not exactly a hard choice in this situation. "Yes, I'll 'treat' with you."
"Adrammelech, the Wroth,have I been named. Your plea to answer now my only wish."
With little to no warning to the lone other figure in the hall, Famfrit's destination was suddenly filled with a near blinding emerald light, blotting out the sight of the young man who had been kneeling on the floor.