[Loop Lionheart - In the Lighthouse, getting agitated]
When the voice of his mysterious adversary had started echoing in the room, Loop was tempted to tense once again. Thankfully, he had already established that a cool head and flexible stance were his best options at the moment and he latched on them like a parasite. Blocking out the laughter, the knight strained his ears to find the location of its owner. Yet, 'Almost...no. There! Wrong, Echo.' , he found himself unable too. The room was just too damn acoustic, built like a damn opera house. Loop briefly wondered if that was intentional.
Despite the fact that most of loop's attention was focused on his search, a small part of him took the time to analyze this person's...no, this, being's words, for no human who was human at heart would threaten so casually to rip out the heart of another. A loud inorganic noise came from his left.
A noise? Loop's pupils suddenly contracted.
What was that sound? Something had moved nearby and, judging by the sound, fallen over on the ground. Did this creature knock something over? Or was it the creature itself? A mistake or a trap? Reaching out with his senses, he quickly judged the exact distance and bearing from his location. Yes, his original deduction was correct. The sound was coming from the next room. How would he move to it without giving the creature an opening? The answer was that there really wasn't a way, not with the situation being what it was. Sure, he was pretty certain he could protect himself from all sides and any attack it could produce, even now, but he didn't know what this creature's abilities were, not for sure, and frankly, with Coil's safety on the line, he didn't want to risk it.
Still, the fact that it was asking questions instead of attacking even in these most advantageous of positions, the best that Loop would allow it to have, showed that it was more interested in the former than the latter. He could keep the creature talking, he could keep it distracted. Even if the creature was attempting the same with its own batter, Loop was ready for it while it would be not. That would increase the knight's chances of a swift counterattack or rush at best or leave the situation equal as it already was at worst.
"Walking damned? Is that what you are creature?" Loop begun, subtly turning his back to the next room's doorway and beginning to slowly backtrack. "If these are your lands we had no intention of trespassing upon them. We are simply lost travelers who came to you island with hopes of some rest, fresh supplies and safe place to spend the night. If you give us those we shall leave quietly at dawn." Somebody seeing Loop walk with his back turned towards the position of the enemy would think him mad. Yet the knight knew better. The shadowed room in frond of him had more hiding spots and avenues of attack from where the creature could attempt to back stabbed him, than the bare doorway behind him. As long as he kept his senses extended and focused and kept in mind to expect an attack from behind, this was the best approach.
He had to keep talking.
"But first, creature, answer me this and answer me truthfully. What became of this island and its people? What turned it into the barren wasteland i first saw when i disembarked? Before you speak though, creature, bare in what mind you have that depending on what you answer, i may be forced to end you." Loop said, with his eye narrowed and a very threatening edge in his tone. Distraction or not, the knight had been curious of the answer. Loop was a protector of the innocent first and foremost, were this creature the one that had desolated the town and its inhabitants, it was a threat that we he had no alternative but to terminate.
"We Knights of the Royal Coil have sworn to cut out the heart of anyone who has rotten it. As one of champions of this order, if you truly are a monster with no hope of salvation, i shall be obliged to turn my vows into actions, even if they lead to my downfall." The knight said grimly, his right hand coming to rest at the hilt of his spring blade. Midway to his speech, Loop had crossed the threshold of the next room and turned to survey its contents. Always on guard, he gave a critical gaze at what appeared to be three-dimensional map of the nearby town. There were peculiar boxes of different coloration at several parts of the scale model. Plans, Loop realized with a frown. He had given the creature's intelligence too little credit. Could some of those boxes represent the positions of the pirates he had sailed with? Was the creature surveying them in some way? How much had they tangled themselves in the web it had spanned?
Regardless, Loop knew only one thing for certain, that this was very bad news. If the creature was indeed hostile he had to eliminate it immediately, lest the knight's unlikely allies suffered in its hands.
The knight's eyes then shifted to gaze at the pumpkin that seemed to rest on bucket, its fiery gaze overlooking the miniature town. Loop frowned, his senses were receiving peculiar vibes from it. In hind side, he had seen pumpkins all-over the island when the ship made port. But what was one doing in what obviously was the creature's war room. Did the creature make them? It made sense, although he knew there were strange qualities of plants in the world he lived in, Loop doubted there was a kind of pumping that grew naturally carved to resemble jack-o-lanterns. But why waste all that time and effort? Plus, there was the strange feeling they gave off.
A funny thought flashed right then through Loop's mind. Were these pumpkins, as insane as it sounded, spawn of the creature in one way or the other? Were they minions? Or was it possible that...was it possible that they were the creature itself? Something like a physical manifestation of a spirit, perhaps? As he had said before, strange things were not unusual in this world. It was surveying them in some way or the other, after all. The knight was abruptly feeling very uncomfortable. There were too many questions and far too few answers.
Loop's suspicious glare kept boring holes upon the strange pumpkin. With a light twist of his wrist, he half-released the hilt of his spring blade.
As long as there was the possibility that...
Made it myself. (Tukinode may not reflect the ideas of his original creator)