Battledrum Hills (Closed, Stalkers More Than Welcome)

Boss grumbled but did as bid, moving to block the sun. The woman closed her eyes, trying to hold still as Indy dabbed at the wound. The bleeding had already stopped, but the skin surrounding the wound was flushed and angry purple, some bits dangerously close to black in color.
"Bee," she said shortly. "And thanks."

Bee gave a look that contained many thoughts of murder and stood unsteadily to her full height of not very tall. She tried to put weight on her injured leg, but hastily withdraw it with a grunt.
"No," she said, letting the cute comment slide for now. "I think my leg's broken"

Bee gave her a look that clearly read what is that supposed mean? but she realized she wasn't in any position to be asking intrusive questions. Boss, on the other hand, nodded hurriedly and rushed off, clearly not eager for a repeat event.
"Here y'all go," he said, presenting two worthy-looking sticks. "Have at you."

"I don't see anymore!" he said cheerfully. "Though that might be the problem, eh? If we can't see 'em, we might be all about to die."
Bee wrested herself clear of their attentions with a mildly frantic energy of one who suffers claustrophobia. "I'm good," she all but snapped, catching a helpful tree-branch to help her balance. "Thanks, but I'm okay."

"They're not near," Bee said, sounding frustrated for some reason. "They're…I'm…It's complicated. but i have to keep going. So thanks yet again, but…I have to go."

"It's complicated," Bee repeated through grit teeth, struggling to escape the copse. "I'm being chased, long story short. And I can't be caught. I was dang lucky you guys showed up, or else they would have found me by this evening. I can't afford to let them get closer, I'm barely staying ahead of them as it is."

"Uhhh, why would we do that?" Boss interjected, flashing an apologetic look at Bee. "We have enough of our own problems, and what do you want us to do? Dress in drag and do the hula? That'll work for sure. Are you Pumba?"

"Look, okay, but I still don't see what we're supposed to do," he grumbled. "I don't really wanna abandon her either, but I'm sorry if you forgot, I'm trying to find my friends."
"I don't need your help," snarled Bee, making no progress by herself. "If you have better things to do, then by all means. Get to it."

"I can't 'hunker down,'" Bee snapped, more frustrated at herself than them. "They'll find me, I guarantee it. I have to keep going."
She stopped trying to walk and stared up the hill, feeling more tired than she had in years. What was going to be the end result of this? She had no idea. The group chasing her had been able to read her every move thus far, driving her farther and farther away from her people and gaining on her every day. It was to the point she could see their fires at night. Because of this, she hadn't been able to make fire f her own, and had spent several cold nights curled as tightly as she could under bushes. Winter was coming, she couldn't keep that up, and she'd tried so many times to lose them, all to now avail. Now she had a broken leg, and wouldn't even be able to keep up a decent pace.
Everything was starting to seem hopeless.

Bee barked a laugh that was down right depressed in tone. "Nope. They're too well-trained, too many of them. I'm trying to get around them, get back to Vermont, but they've cut me off every time. They've got a heck of a tracking team, let me tell you. They chased us all the way from the west coast."
"Well I have an idea," piped up Boss. "Though I'm not sure it'll get us all the way back to Vermont, holy cow girl, how long have they been chasing you?"
"Years," Bee replied grimly. Boss whistled.
"Hot shot," he muttered. "Well, we can try it, anyways. Indy? Do you remember that thingy of mine I was telling you about?"

Boss grimaced. "Yeah, those. Anyways, I uhh….could have them help us? Maybe?" He looked back and forth between the other two, taking in Bee's increasingly wary expression and sighing.
"Great, welp, now I really do seem crazy."
Maybe because you are, whispered Nick, ever gleeful to see him in an uncomfortable position.
"Actually," Bee said with an award-winning fake-smile, "I think I'm okay. I'll just take my chances with the people chasing me." At least she knew they were sane.

"When you say weaponize," he said sheepishly. "I think it's more…defensive. But anyway, one thing I've done in the past is cloak my movements and I haven't been able to be tracked. We can always try it, right?"
Bee looked very much like she wanted to be elsewhere, but at the same time seemed too defeated to try to escape her new potentially crazy companions.
Who knows, she thought, leaning against a tree to take the weight even more off her leg. They might prove useful.
She could certainly use the help. If she was going to have a hope of staying ahead of him, she needed every advantage she could get. She looked back the way she'd come, imagining the soldiers pouring over the landscape, and a sudden urgency gripped her. They were wasting time, and with every second, the enemy grew closer.
"Well, if you're gonna do something, do it," she snapped. "And let's get going."

"Okay, wish me luck, ladies," he said, before turning his attention to Nick, who was silent for once.
"Okay, dude," Boss muttered once Bee and Indy were out of earshot. "Time for you to be useful. And I mean it. I can't tell for sure, but that's definitely your dubious silence, so I'm assuming you're not into this."
Of course not, Nick complained. It's against my entire job description as a, you know, DEMON.
"If you don't I'm diving down this ravine," Boss threatened. Nick only laughed at that.
Yeah, scary threat. Worst case, you break a leg, and you'd just be stuck there with only me for company. But look, I'll do it. But only because I'm supposed to keep you alive and Satan knows if those people chasing you wouldn't just do away with you if I, your hero, did nothing.
"Aww, thanks," Boss said sarcastically. "So are we all good?"
As of right now, yessir. You're cloaked in a hidden shadow of demonic energy.
"Great," Boss said, and started jogging to catch up with the others.

"Yeah," he said a bit breathlessly. "We're all good. They set up a shield around us."
"How?" asked Bee flatly. She didn't believe any of this for even a second. She just knew that she was doomed to some horrible fate, and there wasn't much to be done about it. Nothing she could think of was at all feasible.

"Long story short, demons," Boss said. "Like actual demons from actual Hell. They are, in fact, real, though no one's happy about it."
"I'm going to need some proof," Bee said suspiciously. Boss shrugged.
"Proof's in the pie. They won't be tracking us anymore, so we can start to turn around right now, if you'd like."