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Post by @IsNotABomb on May 21, 2016 19:13:32 GMT -6
Jejune followed the familiar looking coat of arms and saw Caim dealing with a bandit. He was a protective partner and not a particularly evasive one, which showed when the bandit's axe sliced into his padding, wounds definitely starting to show. Del'Rathan finished crossing the bridge in time to see the carnage going on in the tower. The bandits on the stairs rushed Alexandria. The first was easily blocked with the haft of her greataxe, while whirling around to deal with the other charger, the man's sword was thrown aside by her axe and skidded by Jejune's feet, who alongside Calli caught the titanic woman slamming the axe into the man's foot, forcing a scream. She followed by rapidly slamming his head into the wall, hard enough to dislodge his eye socket. He was dead immediately. She yanked her weapon free to bring to bear on the last charger, but it was too late.
The blade tore into her abdomen, and her attempt to deflect the weapon only exacerbated it, sending Alexandria tumbling down the stairs in a heap. The man was perhaps in his twenties with short brown hair and faint stubble, otherwise neat appearances despite the apparent thuggish company he kept. An obvious mercenary if the crest he wore on his shield was an indicator. "Didn't... scream or cry. Call me sentimental, but I wish we'd met under better circumstances." The mercenary looking fellow paused, then looked over to Caim, then Calli, then Cherche. "...So we've got a Vollimari, two royals... this is an act of war. I'm out." He said coldly.
"You can't just--" One of the bandits interjected.
"My skills are for sale, yeah, but we had a deal. I said 'no dragons and no royals.' This is a breach of contract. I'm done." The mercenary emphasized, realizing full well that he may well have to defend himself on multiple fronts. With no option to retreat, the only way out was through if he was pressed.
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Post by SolidSprinkles on May 22, 2016 3:04:55 GMT -6
Callisandra’s eyes widened at the sight of Alex collapsing, and her golden eyes flared with anger at the mercenary, her voice in a low growl, her teeth bared, “If you think you’re escaping here alive, cretin, you are gravely mistaken.” Her teeth - especially her canines - began to sharpen, as did the nails on her hands which gripped the greatsword tightly. Her eyes turned to slits, making them look more reptilian, and almost glowed with energy. She charged forward, bringing her weapon down upon the knave while emitting a bestial shout.
((Raging. Charge if optional. If not, just run up and hit the guy.))
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Post by @IsNotABomb on May 22, 2016 9:55:31 GMT -6
"A shame, that. You could've--" Calli's strike was flawless, she knew it was. So was his defense. Her blade came down with all of her weight and wrath behind it. On the other side, he was a hellion on the defense, as she came down, his shield came up. Calli caught the twitch as he readied for a counterattack and opted not to, instead, slipping up a few more stairs towards the opening. "Saved her."
Caim was less concerned with kicking the arse of his bandit and went to help Alexandria. As he peeled away the axe struck home, leaving blood all over his back. He'd likely not last much longer at this pace. He limped over to Alexandria, leaving a gouge in his hand from a knife kept on his hip. "Trevelyan... I don't know if you can hear me... but I'm sorry." He said after a brief pause, leaving a gouge in his hand and pressing it against her wound. There was a flash of conflicting energies, red and gold and purple and black roiling from Caim's wound.
Cherche's attention snapped to Caim, who'd mistaken her for lucid, her blade arm shot forward. "STAY AWAY FROM HER!" She screamed. It took him a second to realize the injury from that blade now lodged in his abdomen, and Cherche's face seemed... eerily calm, then twisted in agony once she came to. "Don't cry, Sunsmile." He said goodnaturedly as the reality of the wound set in. "Smile... one more time. For me?" Cherche shakily rose to her feet, thoughts bubbling around in her head as her features returned to normal. The last bandit cut and ran for the upstairs. ((Calli can go for the AoO here, she can also tell there are two more upstairs at the very least, and the one by Jejune.))
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Post by Zrooper on May 23, 2016 13:52:58 GMT -6
Jejune had never seen Callisandra in battle before, then again as far as she knew her friend had never actually fought to the death before. She was fearsome, Jejune supposed, or at least she probably would be if Jejune was not completely without fear in her current condition. She had not received any reaction from the others to her declaration of non-hostility, so she assumed it had been accepted or else they would have attacked her.
Seeing an enemy close in, Jejune quickly swung at him, her free hand twisting in the complex gestures of a spell.
Scimitar attack: 19[d20] - 2[Spell Combat] = 17
Critical confirmation: 3 (no crit)
Damage: 2[1d6] = 2
Shocking Grasp touch attack: 6[d20] + 5[DEX] (+3 if enemy has metal weapon or armor) = 11(14)
Damage if hits: 1 electrical
Jejune sliced at the approaching bandit, cutting him moderately, and quickly brought her sparking other hand forward to jolt them as well. It might not have killed the bandit, but at the very least their hair will be standing on end.
Jejune seemed skilled at her new abilities, though this being her first attempt at using them offensively the results were somewhat lacking. She still hadn't quite grasped how to wield the scimitar as to hit the enemy properly, being used to it hitting nothing but air during her dances. Her spell, likewise, was lacking in force as she wasn't used to channeling the energies now coursing through her.
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Post by @IsNotABomb on May 26, 2016 22:39:07 GMT -6
Jejune's scimitar struck a nonfatal wound on the bandit, the followup collided causing a grunt, but the bandit was still very capable of retaliation. Meanwhile, the bandit past Calli dove to take his chances with Cherche, only to get a greatsword to the torso, this ended predictably and the bandit fell on the wounded Caim, next to the freaked out Cherche and now not-so-mortally-woulded Alexandria. The mercenary seemed much less interested in the fight once Calli spat her rebuke. "Your kin just killed your paladin-thing and his healing bits, Princess. You may want to check on that rather that just beat on me." He urged, keeping his defensive stance. Calli realized that were he to take the offensive, she could very well be undone. The higher ground made it harder for her to strike with the greatsword, and while others were upstairs, the erstwhile flankers would promptly trun on her given the chance.
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