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Second Talent:
Enlightened Combat [Warrior Prodigy]
(This post was last modified: 09-23-2018, 09:35 PM by Arl Lotreab. Edited 2 times in total.)
Free reign to do a whole fight, eh? So be it! I assume this can count as multiple posts for effects and such.
While Riesig was being a badass young punk that couldn't take a hit, Arl was busy charging along with one of her companion(s) to take out everyone within earshot of the yelling drunks.
The four men inside had been busily playing a game of darts against the right wall. The myriad holes in the wall suggested at least one of the bandits had crap aim, with none of the lot having scored better than the yellow ring as of yet. Two of the men were standing near the dartboard, chatting while pulling the darts out, while the other two were standing near the left wall waiting to have a go of their own.
"I got left. Surrender anytime!" announced Arl has she split to rush the left duo. Sounds of battle had echoed from in front of the hall shortly after Arl charged in. She had shifted her spear into a shield with a single, 8" thick spike in the middle. In her other hand was an iron machete.
Her opponents were a man with a pink jacket, and a man wearing pink shoes. The jacket man immediately threw a held dart towards the charging warrior. Arl started to block, but it was unneeded. The dart went unbelievably wide; clearly she'd lucked out with the barnside-misser of the group. The shoe man, however, launched a ball of fire with deadly precision.
"Leaves!? Against us?" laughed the shoe man as the ball lightly exploded against Arl's shield. The smile faded, however, when the shield emerged singed but otherwise unharmed. For a member of a fire-themed bandit group he certainly didn't know much about good and bad burning woods. He recovered quickly, however unsheathing the blade at his side in the nick of time to meet that of his opponent.
Alas, the flow of the fight once again eluded him - what came was not the blade, but still the shield! Arl rammed the man, then focused the connection between herself and the life-bound weapon to propel it deeper still! The spike bit into his upper chest, although not deep enough to damage any internal organs. A strange, sickly black light began to spread from the point of contact.
The jacket man had also drawn his weapon - a shortsword - and that had successfully crossed paths with Arl's own machete. Arl could hardly spare the attention to do much more than block, which fortunately was proving to be enough.
Shoe-man, meanwhile, had grab the back of Arl's shield. "Let's see.. how YOU like it..". To his horror he had been mistaken again! With a thought Arl called the shield back to her, tearing it from the shoe-man's hand, changing the angle, and then propelling it once more into his body. This time it dug deep, the man's intestines shooting up with pain followed by the black light."WHAT IS IT DOING TO ME!?"
"If you wa-AHG" Arl's staggered back, her senses reeling from the fireball to the right side of her face the scarf man had skillfully delivered. It appeared she'd made a mistake of her own - the man was just nearsighted! Her right eye had closed in time, and her helm had taken most of the actual fire, but the equilibrium of blades had been broken. Jacket man knocked the woman's sword hand out of position with a wide blow and snatched her neck with the hand that had fired the shot. "I g-got you now! How about that surrender?" Arl's response was a jewel-smashing kick.
"FINE THEN!" The man went to strike with his sword hand, only to find Arl had switched grips during the kick in order to swiftly bring the machete to his neck. It wasn't much of a grip for leverage, but the force of the blade pressing against his flesh felt like it'd be just enough for a smile. "How about it?"
The shield had once again returned to Arl's other hand while this was happening; its previous victim rather distracted by what he could only imagine was his impending doom. Shoe man's fear had mingled with the vagueness of his searing innards, giving the impression that his entire sickly glowing torso was slowly being destroyed from within! "I SURRENDER MAKE IT STOP!" cried shoe-man. His weapon clattered to the ground as he himself keeled and wept.
The woman ignored him for the time being, her seemingly emotionless gaze instead focusing on the jacket man has he pondered his own answer. His lips spread into faint smile. "Very well." His sword arm surged upward, aiming to pierce behind Arl's chin for the kill. The jacket man's tensing was too obvious, however, and the warrior attached to that chin had already stepped back before the blow could connect. But it could not be said there was no silver lining! Arl's backwards grip was in no position for a backstep-swipe, forcing her to release jacket man the edge.
Arl's ever-serious battle face became a bit gloomier as she dropped her machete and grabbed the man's sword hand. She was pretty sure her strength exceeded his, and for once in this fight someone was right about their assumptions. She dropped her shield and grabbed her foe's other limb as well. "Last chance."
Jacket goes for a lower body kick of his own, but is blocked by Arl's knee. This continued for a few moments, the pause in the fighting giving Jacket's weeping ally a chance to recollect himself. Well, a little. If he turned the tide.. wait, what was happening with the shield? Arl's shield, the object shoe man currently hated the most in the world, was no longer a shield at all! It was shifting.. turning into a.. "George, it's becoming a sword!"
George glanced at shoe-man in confusion. What was becoming a-
Arl released George's empty hand.
George seized Arl's right arm to force her to release his sword!
Arl pulled her autumn-leaf shortsword to her left hand.
George pried his arm free! Haha!
Arl plunged the sword into George's neck.
George gargled out a bit of blood as he crumpled to the floor, his earlier laughter continuing even as Arl pulled the blade back out. He looked up with one, final smile, and then slumped against the ground to never do so again.
Shoe man lowered his head at the sight. He could not, however, help himself from mumbling "You, ah, you heard I surrendered, right?"
(This post was last modified: 11-01-2018, 02:48 PM by Drevin. Edited 5 times in total.)
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.
Second Talent:
Enlightened Combat [Warrior Prodigy]
"I can grow som- and that hand is going to need to be wrapped. Also cleaned but that's probably going to have to wait... I guess there's no lack of alchohol outside though?" Arl quickly glanced back at her own captive, prompting him to resume groveling.
She keeps him in her line of sight while continuously casting weave to form bindings for the surviving bandits. "Take their weapons. They might be able to break out of this... should we insist they both get drunk? Like, not black out drunk but enough that they'll be easy to catch if they escape?"
Arl pondered this a moment more, then shook her own head at the idea. "That'd take too long, we have to get going as it is. She glared at the still-groveling captive. "If they try to escape I guess we'll just kill them and be done with it."
Arl then moved to bind the fox lady. The terrified Shoe-Man, seeing the warrior finally walk away, breathed a sigh of relief. It was time to take charge of his destiny.
He downed every alcoholic beverage within reach, broke a bottle against his head to make it look like he fought it out, and did his best to slump against the wall in a safe black-out position. Survival ensured!
