Behind the Dorms, Tuesday... Morning

[bitchprince]

It was morning, which meant it was time to set up for the reserve, check through potential exercises, and possibly get a run in after. There was just something about going through these motions that always calmed that part of Arthur that was still screaming incessantly about everything being wrong, out of sync, off-balance; a warped version of normality, but still as close to it as things at Fandom ever got.

This was about to be rudely interrupted by the giant tomato.

It rolled towards him, almost idly, as he worked. Rolled closer. Rolled yet closer. And then--

Arthur's blade flashed, slicing it in half, then into thirds, fifths, eights. Only then did it lie quiet. "What in the--"

There was a rolling noise. He looked up to find the cabbages rolling towards the back of the dorms. "Oh, you have got to be joking!" Well, he thought, as he punched in a message to whatever reserve members he could think of to alert, at least the island is giving us the option of Merlin being even remotely useful.

He shoved the phone back into his pocket, and looked to the sky for confirmation as he redrew his sword.

[[ this will be your reserve post for the day. AKA open! ]]

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[bitchprince]

Arthur nearly winced - actually, did, to a point, slightly wince - at the sudden show of magic. "We need to put a barrier between the dorms and the vegetables," he managed, after a few beats (because killing tomatoes really was cathartic), and left it at that for the moment.

[[ and I come out of about-to-head-to-bed-ness just to get you a ping. love me ]]

[glacial_queen]

What? He'd just been looking for a magic user a little while ago. One would think he'd be happy to see Karla.

Perhaps 'happy' was too strong a term there.

"I can do that," Karla said with a curt nod. "Cover me a moment?"

[I am all beloved! Yay!]

[bitchprince]

Different magic user. Trust us, the difference made all the... well, difference.

"On it," he said, simply, cutting a hole through the lines to get in close enough to keep her defended.

[glacial_queen]

The whole 'trust' thing likely would, yes.

Karla paused in her own onslaught a moment, bringing up one hand to grasp her pendant. Turning her gaze towards the dorms, she brought her hand up on a long sweep. Vegetables caught in the arc of her hand were flung aside, only the heartiest surviving the impact, and in their wake sprang up a tall, glimmering shield.

"Good...enough?" she asked Arthur, trying not to pant. A shield that size was a little draining and she'd been a little bit showy there. Not for Arthur's benefit, of course. For...morale. Totally. "Should...keep them out. And let people in."

Now, how to unobtrusively stand near him while she regrouped her energy to continue fighting was the real question.

[bitchprince]

Yes, try to pull that on the man who had spent the brunt of his teenage life dealing with knights who refused to admit to wounds or exhaustion. Just try. Arthur shot her a slight look.

"Good," he agreed, "Stay within the barrier while you recoup, if you can; or stand behind me if you think you can't reach it."

Stupid eggplants. He eviscerated one without much effort.

[glacial_queen]

"I'm not going to stand behind the barrier like some child," Karla said tartly. Considering she had swallowed back her automatic retort of 'I'm fine,' we're just going to call that a sign of personal growth and quickly move on. "I just need a moment anyhow."

She shot a man-sized squash with a bolt of energy, causing it to fall over and smoke. "See? Just another second and I'll be fine."

Arthur didn't need to know that the bolt had barely been Rose-strength. Is he asked why it hadn't exploded like the others, she'd tell him it was in deference to his clothing.