Drevin slid through the doorway to the tavern right behind Arl, his ax already held lightly in his grip. The two men on the right of the room turned quickly towards him, one with a nerve wracked look on his face but the other one slid away from the wall with a graceful motion and smoothly drew a rapier with a glinting curved edge. Drevin quickly realized that he had been mistaken as the fighter was definitely a woman with her hair pinned up underneath the triangle shaped hat she was wearing. The man on the other hand was still leaning on the wall and was fumbling inside his jacket for something.
The half blood fey stalked towards the bandits on the right with a mostly blank expression on his face, the only indication of any emotion being a flame burning in the depths of his dark eyes. He raised a finger towards the man fumbling in his jacket "Anchor." He cast the spell as he stalked towards the woman. Drevin decided by the way the woman held herself that she was the more dangerous opponent and so he wasn't entirely surprised when she lazily dodged the ax with a slight laugh. Drevin hadn't even noticed the dagger in her off hand that slid easily through the upper layer of muscle of his right forearm.
A table splintered under the impact of his poorly aimed swing. Small flames began to lick at the edges of the ax blade. The woman pointed her sword at him with a mocking smile on her face. "I like a strong man as much as the next girl but don't try too hard now it's just not a good look." Her voice had a careless mirth that accented it's mocking tones.
Drevin yanked his ax free and leered at the woman that seemed to glow red in front of him. She was faster than him and clearly well trained. Her words would have annoyed him if he wasn't intent on deciding how he was going to kill the woman before she could kill him. He was about to make his move when the wall man seemed to find whatever it was he had been searching for because the previously barely existent red glow around him flared to match the woman.
With a glare towards his female antagonist he pivoted swinging his weapon in a horizontal arc towards the anchored man. A one-handed crossbow bolt tore into Drevin's left shoulder just before his own blow landed true. The man's eyes widened slightly in confusion as he looked up at his own torso standing above his now disembodied head.
The woman let out a strangled cry of surprise and lunged towards Drevin intending to skewer him from behind with the deadly blade. He didn't have time to think about freeing his now fully blazing ax from the tavern wall as he spun the the side narrowly avoiding the swordswoman's strike. He heard her blade thud into the wall as the woman snarled at him with red fur now sprouting out of her skin "I'LL KILL YOU!"
Drevin spun back to face his opponent, sliding his daggers out of their sheathes. He winced at the pain in his shoulder but stayed focused on the task at hand. He crouched slightly and held the daggers at the ready, a wicked glint in his eyes. "I like a strong woman as much as the next guy but don't try too hard now, it's not a good look." The regurgitated line was delivered with a cruel and biting tone.
She lunged at him with a wild shriek slashing at his torso. Drevin sent the blade glancing off one of his own daggers, barely escaping a lethal blow. He swung his other hand around in an attempt the stab his other dagger into her shoulder but a swift kick aimed at his stomach had him stumbling backwards.
The fox shifter wasn't going to let him rest on his heels, she slashed at him diagonally screaming something unintelligible as she did. Drevin hopped backwards and with a flick of his wrist sent one of the daggers flying towards her. The iron blade sank into the woman's shoulder spinning her around. Drevin wasn't going to miss the opportunity. While she was still faced away from him he kicked a boot into her knee and jumped onto her back when she fell, slamming his remaining dagger into her hand pinning it to the ground. "Now stay there."
He carefully climbed off the woman who had descended into tears of frustration and loss. He made sure to keep an eye on her as he yanked his ax out of the wall and the bolt out of his shoulder. The half blood cast heal on his wounds to stop the bleeding as he strode back to the weeping woman. He jerked his head towards Arl who had just finished up. "I don't suppose you brought any rope, Her current bindings will eventually kill her and I've taken a liking." He casually kicked the cutlass aside.
The half blood fey stalked towards the bandits on the right with a mostly blank expression on his face, the only indication of any emotion being a flame burning in the depths of his dark eyes. He raised a finger towards the man fumbling in his jacket "Anchor." He cast the spell as he stalked towards the woman. Drevin decided by the way the woman held herself that she was the more dangerous opponent and so he wasn't entirely surprised when she lazily dodged the ax with a slight laugh. Drevin hadn't even noticed the dagger in her off hand that slid easily through the upper layer of muscle of his right forearm.
A table splintered under the impact of his poorly aimed swing. Small flames began to lick at the edges of the ax blade. The woman pointed her sword at him with a mocking smile on her face. "I like a strong man as much as the next girl but don't try too hard now it's just not a good look." Her voice had a careless mirth that accented it's mocking tones.
Drevin yanked his ax free and leered at the woman that seemed to glow red in front of him. She was faster than him and clearly well trained. Her words would have annoyed him if he wasn't intent on deciding how he was going to kill the woman before she could kill him. He was about to make his move when the wall man seemed to find whatever it was he had been searching for because the previously barely existent red glow around him flared to match the woman.
With a glare towards his female antagonist he pivoted swinging his weapon in a horizontal arc towards the anchored man. A one-handed crossbow bolt tore into Drevin's left shoulder just before his own blow landed true. The man's eyes widened slightly in confusion as he looked up at his own torso standing above his now disembodied head.
The woman let out a strangled cry of surprise and lunged towards Drevin intending to skewer him from behind with the deadly blade. He didn't have time to think about freeing his now fully blazing ax from the tavern wall as he spun the the side narrowly avoiding the swordswoman's strike. He heard her blade thud into the wall as the woman snarled at him with red fur now sprouting out of her skin "I'LL KILL YOU!"
Drevin spun back to face his opponent, sliding his daggers out of their sheathes. He winced at the pain in his shoulder but stayed focused on the task at hand. He crouched slightly and held the daggers at the ready, a wicked glint in his eyes. "I like a strong woman as much as the next guy but don't try too hard now, it's not a good look." The regurgitated line was delivered with a cruel and biting tone.
She lunged at him with a wild shriek slashing at his torso. Drevin sent the blade glancing off one of his own daggers, barely escaping a lethal blow. He swung his other hand around in an attempt the stab his other dagger into her shoulder but a swift kick aimed at his stomach had him stumbling backwards.
The fox shifter wasn't going to let him rest on his heels, she slashed at him diagonally screaming something unintelligible as she did. Drevin hopped backwards and with a flick of his wrist sent one of the daggers flying towards her. The iron blade sank into the woman's shoulder spinning her around. Drevin wasn't going to miss the opportunity. While she was still faced away from him he kicked a boot into her knee and jumped onto her back when she fell, slamming his remaining dagger into her hand pinning it to the ground. "Now stay there."
He carefully climbed off the woman who had descended into tears of frustration and loss. He made sure to keep an eye on her as he yanked his ax out of the wall and the bolt out of his shoulder. The half blood cast heal on his wounds to stop the bleeding as he strode back to the weeping woman. He jerked his head towards Arl who had just finished up. "I don't suppose you brought any rope, Her current bindings will eventually kill her and I've taken a liking." He casually kicked the cutlass aside.