towerofanimus | Desperate to rescue

Characters: Enoch and anyone, particularly those who got a monster under their bed and want help. Or he can just burst into your dorm for no reason.
Setting: Dorm floors, various dorm rooms
Format: I'm starting prose, but I'll match you!
Summary: Enoch tried to protect the people who wished violence on Jason. It didn't work. And now he's rushing to see if they're all right...
Warnings: Violence? There will be monsters...

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There's a moment of numb terror before he drops the note he assumes to be from Riki on the bed, and no more than a second later there's the slap of his sandals against the floor. His Arch is snatched from its place against his nightstand and soon the sound of sandals on the floor becomes one of armored boots, light gathering around him on his way out the door as he summons his armor.

It's been a little while since that post and so much has happened, so he can't remember who was in on it - using the network to find them isn't reliable if they need immediate help!

If he doesn't hear anything from the halls, he'll be bursting into random dorm rooms, trying desperately to see if the people in on that scheme are all right.

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Their beds get cleaned when they're out anyway. Enoch leaps on top of it, knee-first - With all its joints pointing out instead of in and with its attention focused in front of it, it flattens under Enoch's weight. Not for long, given how strong it is, but perhaps just enough.

"Dave, its neck!" Or its joints, but those belonged to limbs that were sort of flailing at the moment. Enoch pushes its head down with both hands and vaults over it to give Dave some room to swing - or if he can't, at least it would add to its disorientation.

Dave didn't need prompting or for Enoch to say anything a second time. He just quickly leaped and swung his sword down on the monster. The faster they deal with this the better. He didn't want to know what it was capable of, considering this place was rather hit or miss when it came to being dangerous or not.

Enoch lands and twists with the scraping of sandal on tile and brings his foot down on its head, keeping it down long enough for Dave's sword to chop through its neck.

Or partway through it. The monster goes limp from the neck down, but its jaws still try to bite at Enoch's leg. Futile, considering he's standing on it and without full use of its neck it lacks leverage. Enoch would deliver the final blow himself if the thing didn't disable his weapon's beam...

Dave didn't waste any time, standing above the creature and thrusting his sword down its throat to finally kill it for good. It's a good thing that SBURB prepared him for constantly killing creatures. He might be a little gross out at this otherwise, but he isn't.

As the creature dies, Enoch's armor reforms in a pool of white light, its hold over the supernatural gone. His arms and shoulders relax.

That's at least one person saved...

"Sending monsters at people for nothing but this..."

"All in good fun. I don't know about you, but it was worth it."

He's totally fine. No injuries. "I wonder who else did it. Other than a hell of a lot of people."

"You don't know anyone else who did?"

He thought that the more he saved, the easier it would be to save others, both by joining forces with the others, but by relying on their memories and perhaps knowledge of who was whom on the network.

"Not really. I assume whoever replied to that network post did. But that doesn't really mean everyone who did it also said anything about it."

Your life is hard, Enoch. It's hard and nobody understands.

"True." Enoch looked over his shoulder at the door. "I'll need to find them before they're attacked."

It was probably too late. But Enoch was turning away to leave anyway, and he looked back over his shoulder at Dave before he did. "I'm glad I was able to help at least one. Stay safe, if you find someone else in need of help too."

And with that, he rushed from the room, resuming his frantic search.

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