Our hands and yours? Faith smiled a little at the memory. She found herself regularly quite astonished that people ever paid attention to anything she said, much less then remembered the words - but equally, she knew that they did. "You're a slave," she said, quietly. Then, looking up at Darius with a half-smile, she explained. "That was what people used to say when they first met me. Now, they say, 'you're Faith Augustin!' and seem equally surprised." Her shoulders lifted in a slight shrug and her words summed up her feelings and then some. "It's all rather confusing to me, I have to be honest." Still, she smiled and shook her head, waving her hand rather dismissively as he thanked her. "It is very much my pleasure," Faith assured him. Better that they were both warm, after all, rather than she was double-wrapped and he was frozen.
They moved forward and they saw the shimmering in the air. Snowballs got flung through and Faith couldn't quite hide the slight grin when Darius had to check that his snowball disappeared too. But when she held out her hand, he looked down at it and then started tying ropes. His voice, a deep baritone, spoke to her and pointed out that holding hands was not going to 'cut it'. Faith's silver eyes twinkled in amusement - he might seem somewhat star-struck, but his head wasn't switched off, that was for sure.
He wrapped his arm around her, after begging her and Padraig's pardon and Faith let out a low - slightly awkward - chuckle. "Well, this is cozy," she said. And, in fairness, Faith held on to him as he instructed her to. It made sense what he did and she was totally on board. Although, Faith had not predicted that he would - quite literally - sweep her off her feet and, as her feet lifted off the ground, she kept running and so was briefly and acutely aware of how strange she must look, and she let out a squeak of surprise. No sooner had the high-pitched exclamation of shock exited her, than the pair of them found themselves right back where they started.
Except it wasn't. Faith's ability to notice thingsGM Detection never outweighed her Immortals-awful sense of direction, but it meant that she saw the slight differences in their surroundings. Darius dropped her back on to her feet, prompting a "Ah, solid ground once more," from Faith. She was just about to say something pithy and deeply amusing, but she heard the chittering sound and she turned. "Well, that's good," she said, gently. "We found them. " After all, she figured, this must be the people that he'd been with. "They're a bit wrapped up, come on,"
Charge in like lunatics? Yes, of course. Except Faith was who Faith was. Her hand fell to her own gladius and she drew it without hesitation. "I've fought big spiders before," she said and her sword flashed as she sliced through the rope between them. Faith had no intention of getting tangled up and, she knew, they were likely to have to move rather acrobatically. She didn't wait for Darius, instead she did indeed charge forward. "Soft spot on the back of the head!" Whether that was true of ice spiders, too? Well, she didn't know.
Faith did not hesitate- she never had when it came to fighting; of course, Padraig knew that it was because she was terrified. Moving forward, Faith sliced at the ice-spider. Her gladius hit one of the legs and it more or less bounced.
"That got her attention!" Faith called and she jumped backwards, making sure that the two of them could fight it. The spider lunged forward, fangs flashing as combat truly began. For her part, she dropped into a more flexible stance, her weight on the balls of her feet and she swung again. This time, however, it was a sweep, aiming to take the spider's legs out from underneath it. The thing was, by virtue of being eight-legged , fairly solid on the ground but it juddered and almost-stumbled and that was an opening for Darius, should he choose to take it.
