Iskra was no coward, but Iskra was no fool. In her state, getting into a fight was likely to kill her. Part of her considering climbing to the roof, using the elevation to jump to a tree, but the kept herself pressed against a wall, shaking and listening to Robin.
“Damn it all...” she hissed, shutting her eyes- her body shook and her damp clothing did nothing to help, though the twitch of her eye was not from the cold. No, that was from anger. Iskra was known for her less-than-reasonable short fuse, and for her equally short patience. More than that though, was her violent nature. When backed into a corner, her pride would take control, and she would claw her way out like a cornered beast. Just as she had against Pentre. And she would do so at whatever cost.
The woman steeled herself, calming her quivering and tilting her chin up. A calm smirk came to her lips, and she knelt down, beginning to collect a pile of straw. From her pocket she retrieved a small chunk of flint; her dagger would work well enough to start the fire, she only hoped the wood inside was dry enough to catch.
“Kitten? You are sorely mistaken, cur. I am no kitten. I am monsterous, beastly. Merciless.” The grass caught and Iskra’s wild smirk only grew; she brought it to the side of the building and watched the wood catch, the fire rapidly spreading across the wall. “You vish to make threats, da? Vell here is my response to your challenge. You must surely be incompetent to address Onyx in such manner!” She staggered back deeper into the barn, bringing her cloak to her mouth to keep from being overwhelmed by the smoke. Part of her wished to apologize to Atoli for the destruction of her...nesting area. But then again, Iskra didn’t think she deserved it. She was the reason they were here in the first place.
Death by some strange bandits, or by Pentre? No thanks. Iskra would die by her own hand, and if that meant engulfed in flames then so be it. Of course, if she saw an opportunity for escape then she would take it; she signaled Atoli to follow from the ground as she moved deeper into the barn, further from the growing flames.
“Damn it all...” she hissed, shutting her eyes- her body shook and her damp clothing did nothing to help, though the twitch of her eye was not from the cold. No, that was from anger. Iskra was known for her less-than-reasonable short fuse, and for her equally short patience. More than that though, was her violent nature. When backed into a corner, her pride would take control, and she would claw her way out like a cornered beast. Just as she had against Pentre. And she would do so at whatever cost.
The woman steeled herself, calming her quivering and tilting her chin up. A calm smirk came to her lips, and she knelt down, beginning to collect a pile of straw. From her pocket she retrieved a small chunk of flint; her dagger would work well enough to start the fire, she only hoped the wood inside was dry enough to catch.
“Kitten? You are sorely mistaken, cur. I am no kitten. I am monsterous, beastly. Merciless.” The grass caught and Iskra’s wild smirk only grew; she brought it to the side of the building and watched the wood catch, the fire rapidly spreading across the wall. “You vish to make threats, da? Vell here is my response to your challenge. You must surely be incompetent to address Onyx in such manner!” She staggered back deeper into the barn, bringing her cloak to her mouth to keep from being overwhelmed by the smoke. Part of her wished to apologize to Atoli for the destruction of her...nesting area. But then again, Iskra didn’t think she deserved it. She was the reason they were here in the first place.
Death by some strange bandits, or by Pentre? No thanks. Iskra would die by her own hand, and if that meant engulfed in flames then so be it. Of course, if she saw an opportunity for escape then she would take it; she signaled Atoli to follow from the ground as she moved deeper into the barn, further from the growing flames.
Atoli jumped at the voices outside the barn, she looked about the loft in a panic now. Many of her provisions for the winter was stored here; there would be no way for her to carry it all away when she would flee… She could have kicked herself for how foolish she was to bring the woman here...
She peeked back down to Iskra, “If you climb up here we can escape through the---“ Her voice caught in her throat as she gasped, seeing the fire lick the inside of the barn… and Iskra’s face illuminated as it grew. “WHAT IN GODDESSES NAME!?” she screeched and dove towards her belongings in the loft.
The barn had been the perfect place to store most of her food for the winter, but now... She scrambled in a blind panic to collect what she could fit into her satchel; and looked at her carefully made nest wistfully before flinging herself down to the ground floor of the barn.
The harpy was a seething flurry of feathers as she stalked after the Bandit King. She clenched and unclenched her fists, claws digging into her palms. She looked ready to throttle her.
“What in HELLS do you think you’re doing?!” She practically shouted, her voice cracking at the last word in clear anguish. Her eyes bore into the woman and looked behind at the growing flames.
She peeked back down to Iskra, “If you climb up here we can escape through the---“ Her voice caught in her throat as she gasped, seeing the fire lick the inside of the barn… and Iskra’s face illuminated as it grew. “WHAT IN GODDESSES NAME!?” she screeched and dove towards her belongings in the loft.
The barn had been the perfect place to store most of her food for the winter, but now... She scrambled in a blind panic to collect what she could fit into her satchel; and looked at her carefully made nest wistfully before flinging herself down to the ground floor of the barn.
The harpy was a seething flurry of feathers as she stalked after the Bandit King. She clenched and unclenched her fists, claws digging into her palms. She looked ready to throttle her.
“What in HELLS do you think you’re doing?!” She practically shouted, her voice cracking at the last word in clear anguish. Her eyes bore into the woman and looked behind at the growing flames.
Jalsinter stalked blindly through the woodlands under cover of night. Under one of his arms rested his helmet while the other stretched forward, trying to make sense of the vague shapes in the darkness. Even hours after his waking alongside a stream he could hear droplets escape the thin slots of his armor and dribble to the ground. His hand found purchase on the bark of a tree and he used it to heft his tired body from lower ground; once there, his pale eyes caught the faintest light from further ahead.
The beleaguered man pushed forward, against the soreness and stubborn cold in his limbs to reach the clearing the light emanated from. He could just hear the voices of multiple men shouting at someone within but failed to comprehend the words. The knight stepped into the clearing and regarded them before replacing his helmet on his head and pulling the strap of the bevor closed. He ventured a guess at what took place there and made his decision.
Jal drew his long-sword, the hiss of its release from its scabbard almost enough to announce his presence to everyone there. His fist squeezed the handle and small shapes delicately carved into the metal started to glow blue, then orange. The light spread like a fire of its own from the blade, to his gauntlet, then all throughout his armor where similar shapes could reflect it. As it bloomed he shouted words of his own tongue and charged directly for Robin; and at an almost inhuman pace, thanks to the markings on his greaves.
The beleaguered man pushed forward, against the soreness and stubborn cold in his limbs to reach the clearing the light emanated from. He could just hear the voices of multiple men shouting at someone within but failed to comprehend the words. The knight stepped into the clearing and regarded them before replacing his helmet on his head and pulling the strap of the bevor closed. He ventured a guess at what took place there and made his decision.
Jal drew his long-sword, the hiss of its release from its scabbard almost enough to announce his presence to everyone there. His fist squeezed the handle and small shapes delicately carved into the metal started to glow blue, then orange. The light spread like a fire of its own from the blade, to his gauntlet, then all throughout his armor where similar shapes could reflect it. As it bloomed he shouted words of his own tongue and charged directly for Robin; and at an almost inhuman pace, thanks to the markings on his greaves.
Taff looked up wide eyed and bewildered at the fire that was quickly engulfing his home, or what was left of his family home. It had belonged to his uncle but his uncle had been his lot in life and he certainly did not want such memories to fade away. This was, after all, his childhood family home.
Admittedly his work at the castle at the service of the crown prince had provided Taff, an orphan, with shelter and food. warm clothes and some earnings too but... the thought of his family's property reduced to naught but ashes, made him shudder and sorrow.
More so if Onyx ever found out that their leader had died burnt in a barn... The prince's life was at stake here. He had to act but he he had to do so with caution, and being wrapped up in chains certainly did not help at all, so he resorted in turning to nature for help.
"ysbrydion hynafol y goedwig
dewch allan ac yn fy helpu
y tân sy'n rhyfeddu
Rhaid ei diddymu ar unwaith
Kenji Omari Nu
Yr wyf yn eich galw"
"ancient spirits of the forest
come forth and help me out
the fire that is raging
must be extinguished at once
Kenji Omari Nu
I summon you"
Admittedly his work at the castle at the service of the crown prince had provided Taff, an orphan, with shelter and food. warm clothes and some earnings too but... the thought of his family's property reduced to naught but ashes, made him shudder and sorrow.
More so if Onyx ever found out that their leader had died burnt in a barn... The prince's life was at stake here. He had to act but he he had to do so with caution, and being wrapped up in chains certainly did not help at all, so he resorted in turning to nature for help.
"ysbrydion hynafol y goedwig
dewch allan ac yn fy helpu
y tân sy'n rhyfeddu
Rhaid ei diddymu ar unwaith
Kenji Omari Nu
Yr wyf yn eich galw"
"ancient spirits of the forest
come forth and help me out
the fire that is raging
must be extinguished at once
Kenji Omari Nu
I summon you"
Deep, deep inside an ancient forest guarded by towering trees and a thick mist, covered in beautiful, dark green moss, the young fae had been knelt down in said damp, cushiony moss, outside the ivy covered shack that was her abode. Sunlight streamed through the canopy here and there like spot lights, and the air seemed to be full of an odd glimmering. Small, winged creatures buzzed and floated around idly, making soft tinkling noises. Little glowing orbs that resembled fireflies were darting in and out of the tree tops. It smelt like warm honey and the sound of chirping birds echoed all about. In front of the fae was a small cauldron on top of a little, flickering fire built in a neat pit. The steaming, indigo liquid she was tending to hissed and bubbled inside the small cauldron. A toad was squatted beside the strange fae girl, looking rather unimpressed. It croaked lowly, like a groan. “Oh yeah? Well you’re a bit smelly too, but you’re still useful sometimes.” The fae girl replied, her voice holding notes of what sounded like delicate wind chimes.
It was then that the chills ran up Kenji’s spine under the old, dirtied, white summer dress she wore. The ancient words reached out to her, grasping at her soul and beckoning for her. It pulled at her heart and her senses, seeming to cling to every nerve and fiber. She stood suddenly, the spoon dripping with indigo liquid falling from her small hand to the mossy floor at her bare feet. Her white, clouded eyes blinked rapidly, as a scene was brought to her mind. She began to repeat the words that were calling for her, though it was very fast and more like a rambling that was barely leaving her lips. A gust of wind then swept through the small clearing her shack was located in, snuffing out the fire in the pit like a mere candle.
Kenji found herself suddenly elsewhere after her next blink, her long, silvery-lilac eyelashes parting to reveal a forest that was not her own. Through the inky darkness of the wee morning hours, she emerged from the line of trees surrounding a small clearing that housed a barn. The smell of fire had disgraced her feline-like nose long before she’d entered the clearing. Oranges and reds danced around, throwing both shadows and light on the surroundings and lighting up the darkness like a beacon. The glow illuminated her strange face, reflecting off the iridescent, scale-like patches of skin on her forehead, cheek bones, nose bridge, and chin. The flames were mirrored in her clouded eyes as they watered under her lashes.
It wasn’t as if she had any particular love or care for man-made structures, but she had been called upon to help wrangle this most powerful force of nature. So help she would.
She strode across the clearing, her bare feet crunching in the frosty, autumn leaves on the ground. Unflinching, she approached the flaming building with a confidence, stopping only a few yards from the hungry flames that reached out to devour more and more. Raising her arms into the air warmed by this burning, she began to cry out in a strange language that barely sounded like a language, more like primitive noise.
Thick, ominous clouds began to roll in, blanketing the sky. The animalistic sounds paused briefly and she pursed her lips together, then blew gently towards the flame engulfed structure. A cold, sharp breeze rushed through the forest and clearing like arrows, wavering the hungry flames. The wind pulled at Kenji’s long, silvery-lilac hair, blowing it around to where it looked like it had a life of its own swirling around her pale face. The first drops of rain came slowly, one or two fat drops, before slowly and steadily it began to pour. The rain soon drummed the ground in sheets, causing the burning barn to begin to smoke more than flame.
It was then that the chills ran up Kenji’s spine under the old, dirtied, white summer dress she wore. The ancient words reached out to her, grasping at her soul and beckoning for her. It pulled at her heart and her senses, seeming to cling to every nerve and fiber. She stood suddenly, the spoon dripping with indigo liquid falling from her small hand to the mossy floor at her bare feet. Her white, clouded eyes blinked rapidly, as a scene was brought to her mind. She began to repeat the words that were calling for her, though it was very fast and more like a rambling that was barely leaving her lips. A gust of wind then swept through the small clearing her shack was located in, snuffing out the fire in the pit like a mere candle.
Kenji found herself suddenly elsewhere after her next blink, her long, silvery-lilac eyelashes parting to reveal a forest that was not her own. Through the inky darkness of the wee morning hours, she emerged from the line of trees surrounding a small clearing that housed a barn. The smell of fire had disgraced her feline-like nose long before she’d entered the clearing. Oranges and reds danced around, throwing both shadows and light on the surroundings and lighting up the darkness like a beacon. The glow illuminated her strange face, reflecting off the iridescent, scale-like patches of skin on her forehead, cheek bones, nose bridge, and chin. The flames were mirrored in her clouded eyes as they watered under her lashes.
It wasn’t as if she had any particular love or care for man-made structures, but she had been called upon to help wrangle this most powerful force of nature. So help she would.
She strode across the clearing, her bare feet crunching in the frosty, autumn leaves on the ground. Unflinching, she approached the flaming building with a confidence, stopping only a few yards from the hungry flames that reached out to devour more and more. Raising her arms into the air warmed by this burning, she began to cry out in a strange language that barely sounded like a language, more like primitive noise.
Thick, ominous clouds began to roll in, blanketing the sky. The animalistic sounds paused briefly and she pursed her lips together, then blew gently towards the flame engulfed structure. A cold, sharp breeze rushed through the forest and clearing like arrows, wavering the hungry flames. The wind pulled at Kenji’s long, silvery-lilac hair, blowing it around to where it looked like it had a life of its own swirling around her pale face. The first drops of rain came slowly, one or two fat drops, before slowly and steadily it began to pour. The rain soon drummed the ground in sheets, causing the burning barn to begin to smoke more than flame.
Quintus watched as the fire began consuming the barn, the smoke and orange glow reminding him of the old days, where planets burned and millions were killed in instants. He shook himself free from his thoughts, examining the barn for a possible way for them to escape, other than the windows it didn't seem there was any. He'd been attempting to find a way to help the girls get free when his plans had been interrupted by the fire, it had to have been Asya, or was it Iskra now? she'd already ruined one of his plans, this fire was likely the result of another of her brash actions.
A flurry of movement to his side caught his eye, a knight in strange glowing armour burst through the trees, blade held ready, moving towards one of the Merc's that'd been assigned to him this night. Any thoughts on the glowing being were put on hold as the young captive nearby seemed to take the distraction as an opportunity to mumble some words, a prayer perhaps?
Time seemed to slow down as the chaos created by the new knight manifested amongst the Mercs, if there was a time to move it'd have to be then, dismounting he pulled out his blade and headed to the barn, a rush of wind and more lights near the captive caught his eye, a woman or creature the likes he'd never seen before appearing from thin air. His eyes widened, he'd been right, there was magic present in this world.... that could have grave consequences if it was unlimited in scope. Frowning he turned away, walking through the flames, his shielding and armour more than capable of taking the heat. Once inside his visor flickered through different vision modes, maybe they'd found a way out or perhaps shelter from the fire. 'There!' he thought to himself spotting a darkened spot of movement further back in the barn, he ran towards it bursting through a fallen beam to reach them.
depolarizing his visor he glared at the bandit 'King' before him. "Do you have any idea of the crap I had to go through because of your actions here today?" he growled out holding a hand up to stop her from responding, "GO! they're distracted out front, if you both leave now you might be able to escape in the chaos, I'll follow further behind! Make sure they don't see you or we'll have to fight!" as he finished he heard thunder, a storm, he smirked. They just might make it out of there, under cover of night.
A flurry of movement to his side caught his eye, a knight in strange glowing armour burst through the trees, blade held ready, moving towards one of the Merc's that'd been assigned to him this night. Any thoughts on the glowing being were put on hold as the young captive nearby seemed to take the distraction as an opportunity to mumble some words, a prayer perhaps?
Time seemed to slow down as the chaos created by the new knight manifested amongst the Mercs, if there was a time to move it'd have to be then, dismounting he pulled out his blade and headed to the barn, a rush of wind and more lights near the captive caught his eye, a woman or creature the likes he'd never seen before appearing from thin air. His eyes widened, he'd been right, there was magic present in this world.... that could have grave consequences if it was unlimited in scope. Frowning he turned away, walking through the flames, his shielding and armour more than capable of taking the heat. Once inside his visor flickered through different vision modes, maybe they'd found a way out or perhaps shelter from the fire. 'There!' he thought to himself spotting a darkened spot of movement further back in the barn, he ran towards it bursting through a fallen beam to reach them.
depolarizing his visor he glared at the bandit 'King' before him. "Do you have any idea of the crap I had to go through because of your actions here today?" he growled out holding a hand up to stop her from responding, "GO! they're distracted out front, if you both leave now you might be able to escape in the chaos, I'll follow further behind! Make sure they don't see you or we'll have to fight!" as he finished he heard thunder, a storm, he smirked. They just might make it out of there, under cover of night.
Iskra had been in the process of kicking a hole in the wall, ignoring Atoli’s screeching; when the fire began to dim and smolder she let out a low string of curses; and then of course Quintus burst in, and that was just about it for the Bandit. She glared at him, biting on her lower lip to control her anger, but there was only so much scolding she could endure.
“I didn’t ask for your help, cur.” She hissed at him, before turning. Another few kicks and she had created a sizeable hole, and the woman stepped out and sprinted for the trees once again, her furs held tight around her shoulders.
Iskra was rather light on her feet, but that was to be expected of a bandit of her renown. She darted across the clearing, keeping her head low and doing her best to prevent her pale skin from catching the light, though her hair was of no help.
“I didn’t ask for your help, cur.” She hissed at him, before turning. Another few kicks and she had created a sizeable hole, and the woman stepped out and sprinted for the trees once again, her furs held tight around her shoulders.
Iskra was rather light on her feet, but that was to be expected of a bandit of her renown. She darted across the clearing, keeping her head low and doing her best to prevent her pale skin from catching the light, though her hair was of no help.
Atoli continued her berating comments at Iskra. More to her back since the woman was busy making a way out. Atoli paused as a new sense crept up her spine. Despite the dire situation, she could sense strong magic flowing somewhere very close... Her mind swam with the implications, thinking, 'Did the men have a mage or warlock to help catch the Onyx leader?' A newfound sense of urgency took hold of her.
Atoli began to help tear and kick at the old wall, her face set in a determined grimace, until Quintus stomped towards them noisily. The little harpy spun around, eyes wide. The man looked very intimidating with his odd armor glinting in the fiery light and his angry expression. But what surprised her most was his determination to continue aiding them. Her mouth opened to respond but was cut off by Iskra’s biting answer.
With the final kicks in the wall, and the Bandit King sprinting towards the forest, Atoli took a final glance up at Quintus’ face. “I should’ve let the wench die on that road, eh?” It would have saved them both from all this trouble. Atoli slipped through the hole in the wall and with two beats of her wings was in the air and flying after the bandit towards the woods. Mildly surprised by how hard it had begun raining.
Atoli began to help tear and kick at the old wall, her face set in a determined grimace, until Quintus stomped towards them noisily. The little harpy spun around, eyes wide. The man looked very intimidating with his odd armor glinting in the fiery light and his angry expression. But what surprised her most was his determination to continue aiding them. Her mouth opened to respond but was cut off by Iskra’s biting answer.
With the final kicks in the wall, and the Bandit King sprinting towards the forest, Atoli took a final glance up at Quintus’ face. “I should’ve let the wench die on that road, eh?” It would have saved them both from all this trouble. Atoli slipped through the hole in the wall and with two beats of her wings was in the air and flying after the bandit towards the woods. Mildly surprised by how hard it had begun raining.
Despite the unusual rain, no sooner Iskra exited the building she was pelted with a shower of well a aimed arrows from Glendale and Haldor, who had taken prime positions to keep the property watched all around, as commanded, one signalling the other no sooner figures were seen to lurk around and break to a run.
These well trained archers expected the escape to happen and they had the bows ready to shoot on sight for quite some time, Iskra's white hair certainly helped matters by providing a more visible target and the fact she was injured was indeed added advantage
If wounded by the arrows, it would likely slow her down a lot and even prevent her from advancing forward altogether, turning her into an easy prey. Thus they focused on bow and arrows and nets
Robin was surprised at the sudden appearance of this errand knight of sorts that lunged forward at him. He obviously looked startled and surprised but quickly reached out to his swords to parry and strike back, after all, his own neck was on the line for now.
"Halt!" barked Robin prepared for the battle but seeking to reason with this newcommer
"I know not who you are, but we're working for lord knight Pentre and the king's army, aiding the capture of a dangerous bandit, desist in this futile fight or you'll be facing charges of high treason against the lord of the lands" warned Robin between breaths and strikes
Matthew was not about to about linger whilst his friend's life was in danger and rushed forward to help tackle the newly arrived warrior, not about to let Robin get harmed without any help
Rufus, on the other hand, had his eyes set on the target, he took Robin's warning at heart concerning knight Quintus and kept a watch on him as much as the girls who were cowering inside.
No sooner these two ladies broke into a run, he came to the chase, giving Aynor the horse whilst he ran on foot.
Taff on the other hand, let out a sigh of relief no sooner the flames were put out and became but smoke
"Thank you for your timely help, my lady of the forest" greeted Taff with a warm smile
"If I could but get help... that woman with the fair hair, must not leave the forest or the vicinity. If she returns to Onyx, my future king's life is forfeit. May you summon the forest, its vines and trees to block their way so they cannot escape?" asked Taff as humble as a grovelling servant
"I wish not to abuse your kindness but a druid bound in metal, as I am, can hardly use any powers..." explained Taff glancing towards where the two women had run off to
"It were better they were all brought back here, into the house, where we can talk, shelter, heal, eat and rest" invited Taff "It is far from a luxurious castle but it will keep us all safe for what is left of the night" welcomed Taff softly
These well trained archers expected the escape to happen and they had the bows ready to shoot on sight for quite some time, Iskra's white hair certainly helped matters by providing a more visible target and the fact she was injured was indeed added advantage
If wounded by the arrows, it would likely slow her down a lot and even prevent her from advancing forward altogether, turning her into an easy prey. Thus they focused on bow and arrows and nets
Robin was surprised at the sudden appearance of this errand knight of sorts that lunged forward at him. He obviously looked startled and surprised but quickly reached out to his swords to parry and strike back, after all, his own neck was on the line for now.
"Halt!" barked Robin prepared for the battle but seeking to reason with this newcommer
"I know not who you are, but we're working for lord knight Pentre and the king's army, aiding the capture of a dangerous bandit, desist in this futile fight or you'll be facing charges of high treason against the lord of the lands" warned Robin between breaths and strikes
Matthew was not about to about linger whilst his friend's life was in danger and rushed forward to help tackle the newly arrived warrior, not about to let Robin get harmed without any help
Rufus, on the other hand, had his eyes set on the target, he took Robin's warning at heart concerning knight Quintus and kept a watch on him as much as the girls who were cowering inside.
No sooner these two ladies broke into a run, he came to the chase, giving Aynor the horse whilst he ran on foot.
Taff on the other hand, let out a sigh of relief no sooner the flames were put out and became but smoke
"Thank you for your timely help, my lady of the forest" greeted Taff with a warm smile
"If I could but get help... that woman with the fair hair, must not leave the forest or the vicinity. If she returns to Onyx, my future king's life is forfeit. May you summon the forest, its vines and trees to block their way so they cannot escape?" asked Taff as humble as a grovelling servant
"I wish not to abuse your kindness but a druid bound in metal, as I am, can hardly use any powers..." explained Taff glancing towards where the two women had run off to
"It were better they were all brought back here, into the house, where we can talk, shelter, heal, eat and rest" invited Taff "It is far from a luxurious castle but it will keep us all safe for what is left of the night" welcomed Taff softly
The fierce, icy wind had stopped, but the rain came heavily, soaking the land. The grass was slick and visibility was lessened by the grey pouring. Thunder rumbled like the deep growl of a primitive beast, and the sheets of rain pounded the forest like loud drums. The smoke from the doused barn filled the clearing and the sky, as if vengeful about the fire's demise.
Kenji turned once the flames were successfully pacified. She began approaching a bound druid. Taff, She knew, The one who has called. She paused a few paces in front of him, her white marble eyes fixated upon him and the metal binding him, those eyes reflecting like a cat's would in the darkness. Her long, wild hair was soaked, plastered against her round face and her upper body. The short dress she wore clung to her petite figure, water droplets streaming down her exposed, pale skin.
She listened to the druid's words, blinking only once as he requested more from her. A twinkle caught in her strange eyes, a flash of mischief. The more that is asked of her, the more that is owed to her.
"I will serve to your desires, Taff Gelligen the Dragonlord." The fae spoke, her soft tinkling voice cutting through the chaos of rain like a hot knife. She turned then, to gaze across the clearing at the distant figures of a white haired female and two others escaping towards the forest through a hailing of arrows sailing through the heavy rains and smoke.
After taking a step or two in that direction, she knelt to the soaked ground. Her fingers sank easily into the sodden earth, where the long blades of grass laced between her fingers like a young lover holding her hand. She closed her eyes, and a strange, pale green glow seemed to flow down the veins of her arms into the earth. After that, a deep, hollow groan ensued, followed by the enormous sounds of snapping branches, rustling of many leaves, and creaking wood that filled the forest full. All around the edges of the thick forest, the trees were shifting. Their branches stretched and braided together, leaves and thorns growing thickly. Vines twisted themselves into the gaps in the branches and leaves, building a rather sturdy barrier all along the outskirts of the forest.
Kenji turned once the flames were successfully pacified. She began approaching a bound druid. Taff, She knew, The one who has called. She paused a few paces in front of him, her white marble eyes fixated upon him and the metal binding him, those eyes reflecting like a cat's would in the darkness. Her long, wild hair was soaked, plastered against her round face and her upper body. The short dress she wore clung to her petite figure, water droplets streaming down her exposed, pale skin.
She listened to the druid's words, blinking only once as he requested more from her. A twinkle caught in her strange eyes, a flash of mischief. The more that is asked of her, the more that is owed to her.
"I will serve to your desires, Taff Gelligen the Dragonlord." The fae spoke, her soft tinkling voice cutting through the chaos of rain like a hot knife. She turned then, to gaze across the clearing at the distant figures of a white haired female and two others escaping towards the forest through a hailing of arrows sailing through the heavy rains and smoke.
After taking a step or two in that direction, she knelt to the soaked ground. Her fingers sank easily into the sodden earth, where the long blades of grass laced between her fingers like a young lover holding her hand. She closed her eyes, and a strange, pale green glow seemed to flow down the veins of her arms into the earth. After that, a deep, hollow groan ensued, followed by the enormous sounds of snapping branches, rustling of many leaves, and creaking wood that filled the forest full. All around the edges of the thick forest, the trees were shifting. Their branches stretched and braided together, leaves and thorns growing thickly. Vines twisted themselves into the gaps in the branches and leaves, building a rather sturdy barrier all along the outskirts of the forest.
The knight's eyes were difficult if not impossible to see beneath his visor but they squinted as he tried to make out the man's words. Unconsciously he withdrew his sword, holding up his shield in the path of Robin's blades. Once the rogue's strikes flew the knight lunged toward the other man's midsection; more to keep the bandit on his toes than actually kill him.
He glanced in the direction of the druid before looking back at Robin. He wasn't sure what the man was saying but he thought he'd almost recognized a name amongst those strange words. Without any way to understand his foe the man pressed on. That was, until Matthew arrived.
Jalsinter was a large man, taking a balanced stance which additionally belied his years of experience. But with another grown man so brazenly aiming to tackle him it took everything in the knight's power and wits to keep him from succeeding. He had seconds to react, not having seen the other bandit until he was very close.
The knight roared, swinging his shield in Matthew's direction (the hope was for his swing to land on the man as he charged forward, the blow worsened by his attacker's own momentum.) And unless the fighter desisted it very likely would happen that way-- at the cost of Jal's defenses against Robin. With his shield out of the way and his footing compromised staggering back against Matt's tackle, the archer had a decent chance to attack.
Though the immediate threat of the bandits demanded most of Jalsinter's attention he was vaguely aware of the rain, the fire dying and the strange noise coming from the woods around them. He wondered if his luck was turning for the better or worst, since he'd decided to leave the brush for this clearing.
He snapped angrily, speaking to himself, wondering just what was going on. To those unfamiliar it would simply sound like he barked words of a harsh, foreign language.
He glanced in the direction of the druid before looking back at Robin. He wasn't sure what the man was saying but he thought he'd almost recognized a name amongst those strange words. Without any way to understand his foe the man pressed on. That was, until Matthew arrived.
Jalsinter was a large man, taking a balanced stance which additionally belied his years of experience. But with another grown man so brazenly aiming to tackle him it took everything in the knight's power and wits to keep him from succeeding. He had seconds to react, not having seen the other bandit until he was very close.
The knight roared, swinging his shield in Matthew's direction (the hope was for his swing to land on the man as he charged forward, the blow worsened by his attacker's own momentum.) And unless the fighter desisted it very likely would happen that way-- at the cost of Jal's defenses against Robin. With his shield out of the way and his footing compromised staggering back against Matt's tackle, the archer had a decent chance to attack.
Though the immediate threat of the bandits demanded most of Jalsinter's attention he was vaguely aware of the rain, the fire dying and the strange noise coming from the woods around them. He wondered if his luck was turning for the better or worst, since he'd decided to leave the brush for this clearing.
He snapped angrily, speaking to himself, wondering just what was going on. To those unfamiliar it would simply sound like he barked words of a harsh, foreign language.
Quintus shook his head at Iskra's actions, ever the stubborn woman, she exited through a hole in the wall instead of heeding his advice. Giving a few moments pause he followed behind at a steady walking pace, if anyone were to look it'd appear as if he was a hunter, confident in the direction of his next kill. Which was good, because it would create the illusion that he was attempting to capture the girls instead of attempting to aid them. He was still smirking at Atoli's comments, when upon exiting he noticed the wind and rain, the storm had arrived faster than anticipated, to his side he could see arrows flying towards the girls whilst the odd creature from earlier listened to the young captive speak. He paused, gazing around and taking in the situation. The sound of swords clashing drew his attention to the merc and knight still in conflict, a moment later and a second merc attempted to tackle the knight, nearly succeeding. Quintus was a bit torn on what his next action should be, assisting the merc's and hopefully allowing the girls to escape, or escaping with them himself. The creaking and cracking that accompanied the forest moving made his decision for him, a wall of leaves, vines, and bark arose around the area, forming into a...well..... wall. The source he deduced being the creature before him, there was no helping it then, it may very well come down to a fight. Quintus drew his sword, pointed downward, and walked towards the mercs.
Iskra was quick on her feet, to be expected of a bandit such as herself. She darted through the grass, managing to avoid arrows, be it luck or skill. Had she kept going at that pace, she might’ve had the chance to escape before the wall had formed. But the woman heard the heavy footfalls of the horse and had turned to look, and that was her demise.
One arrow hit straight in her shoulder and she stumbled, the second one lodging into her calf; the woman let out a strangled cry as her leg gave out from beneath her, sending her falling to the dirt. Yet she staggered up to her feet, and through the pain she made one final attempt at escape; and she was met with the wall.
Iskra pressed her hands into the surface, staring at the trees and vines that made it up, before sinking to the ground and pressing her head against it. If there was one good thing that came out of this, it was that Pentre would not be able to get in. But it would only be so long before he found the walled in area...
Shaking, Iskra brought her hand to her mouth; her injured arm refused to move, but one hand would do. And then, she whistled, a loud shrill noise. At first, it sounded like a Bird call, odd as it was, but the mercenaries would know what it was. A signal. That man had mentioned her bandits were in the forest. If she could signal them, they could come to her aid. That was her hope.
One arrow hit straight in her shoulder and she stumbled, the second one lodging into her calf; the woman let out a strangled cry as her leg gave out from beneath her, sending her falling to the dirt. Yet she staggered up to her feet, and through the pain she made one final attempt at escape; and she was met with the wall.
Iskra pressed her hands into the surface, staring at the trees and vines that made it up, before sinking to the ground and pressing her head against it. If there was one good thing that came out of this, it was that Pentre would not be able to get in. But it would only be so long before he found the walled in area...
Shaking, Iskra brought her hand to her mouth; her injured arm refused to move, but one hand would do. And then, she whistled, a loud shrill noise. At first, it sounded like a Bird call, odd as it was, but the mercenaries would know what it was. A signal. That man had mentioned her bandits were in the forest. If she could signal them, they could come to her aid. That was her hope.
(( knights and guards))
justify]As Iskra had made her escape from the barn, she had ran away from the clearance, far enough that Pentre finally was able to caught sight of her white hair, standing out in the night, in the not too far distance.
He had motioned at the guards to march forth to capture the woman, advancing with a proud smile of success. There was no way this wounded bandit would escape his hands, twice. This time, he would have her.
The hooves of their horses mingled with the sounds made by the hooves of the paid mercenary's horses, making it difficult to determine from which direction they actually came from.
"Go hunt that wench... I want her... in my hands... alive! I sentenced her to death by hanging, not to death by exhaustion nor death by shooting. Take great care that my prescribed manner of execution is carried out accordingly! Seize her, but do not kill her, or else you will hang in her intended noose" warned Pentre in louder barks, marching forth determined like a hawk about to snatch the prized prey.
His victory was assured, the wounded prey had no possible escape this time round, that was until he reached closer proximity only to be met by a thick, solid wall of vines, trees, grass, mud and growths, much too tall to even permit sight of the white haired woman and her fate.
A growl of frustration and anger slipped alongside some profanities most improper of a knight and lord of the realm, that clearly reflected the fury at this woman escaping his grasp yet again.
Then he heard her whistle... a clear warning that others may be lurking in the forest, men who knew how to get to her, men who under a blade might deliver her into his hands.
"Circle the area and stand watch... there must be another entrance and we will find it. Search for the bandits who might dare come to her aid too." barked Pentre moving away to go and find other ways to get to Iskra, his impatience and annoyance clearly visible for all to see and hear.[/justify]
justify]As Iskra had made her escape from the barn, she had ran away from the clearance, far enough that Pentre finally was able to caught sight of her white hair, standing out in the night, in the not too far distance.
He had motioned at the guards to march forth to capture the woman, advancing with a proud smile of success. There was no way this wounded bandit would escape his hands, twice. This time, he would have her.
The hooves of their horses mingled with the sounds made by the hooves of the paid mercenary's horses, making it difficult to determine from which direction they actually came from.
"Go hunt that wench... I want her... in my hands... alive! I sentenced her to death by hanging, not to death by exhaustion nor death by shooting. Take great care that my prescribed manner of execution is carried out accordingly! Seize her, but do not kill her, or else you will hang in her intended noose" warned Pentre in louder barks, marching forth determined like a hawk about to snatch the prized prey.
His victory was assured, the wounded prey had no possible escape this time round, that was until he reached closer proximity only to be met by a thick, solid wall of vines, trees, grass, mud and growths, much too tall to even permit sight of the white haired woman and her fate.
A growl of frustration and anger slipped alongside some profanities most improper of a knight and lord of the realm, that clearly reflected the fury at this woman escaping his grasp yet again.
Then he heard her whistle... a clear warning that others may be lurking in the forest, men who knew how to get to her, men who under a blade might deliver her into his hands.
"Circle the area and stand watch... there must be another entrance and we will find it. Search for the bandits who might dare come to her aid too." barked Pentre moving away to go and find other ways to get to Iskra, his impatience and annoyance clearly visible for all to see and hear.[/justify]
((group of mercenaries and rogues))
Matthew looked up as he saw Quintus returning over to them.
"Sir... this... knight errand seems to come from foreign lands and he fails to understand that we work for the king, we are the arm of the law at present." explained Matthew, clashing swords with the Jalsinter, he received wounds from this foreigner and that was definitely not well received, the anger at the injuries making him all the more determined and brute in his counter attack
"Make him understand this commoner here was captured for daring to offer shelter to the fugitives... high treason and all that, knight to knight and all that sort of nobility drebble... before we get seriously harmed" urged Matthew struggling and straining to fight off the knight
Robin wasted no time, the distraction and unexpected intervention from Matthew made Jalsinter distracted enough that he lowered the guard. Robin, a well trained slaver, knew this was the cue he required to act swiftly and decisively to ensure a victory.
He approached the knight from behind, hitting him hard with the hilt of the sword against the knight's head. If the impact was well received this would render the man unconscious and thus easily disarmed and captured.
No sooner the wall was raised, Glendale and Haldor slid down from the trees and rush forward with Rufus to help capture Iskra and, with some luck, Atoli as well.
"Well that was one hell of a chase, let's get these slaves back to the barn where Aynor may decide upon their fates..." muttered Haldor getting a nod from Glendale and Rufus
Rufus was a tall, strong man, closer to a giant than to a man, given his stature and strenght and unfriendly looks. So they left it up to him to grab hold of Iskra and bring her indoors, over the shoulder like a potato sack. After all, she was much too wounded to walk of her own accord.
"Be still and surrender, woman, if you want your head over your shoulders a little longer" frowned Rufus most unhappy, not grateful for the run he had to undertake and the tiredness this chase caused him, which made him all the more dangerous and grumpy.
"Toss your weapons aside and be still, I will grab you and take you indoors, away from this ungodly weather" informed Rufus giving a clear indication the travel to the barn would be inglorious and undelicate and not up for discussion either
Matthew looked up as he saw Quintus returning over to them.
"Sir... this... knight errand seems to come from foreign lands and he fails to understand that we work for the king, we are the arm of the law at present." explained Matthew, clashing swords with the Jalsinter, he received wounds from this foreigner and that was definitely not well received, the anger at the injuries making him all the more determined and brute in his counter attack
"Make him understand this commoner here was captured for daring to offer shelter to the fugitives... high treason and all that, knight to knight and all that sort of nobility drebble... before we get seriously harmed" urged Matthew struggling and straining to fight off the knight
Robin wasted no time, the distraction and unexpected intervention from Matthew made Jalsinter distracted enough that he lowered the guard. Robin, a well trained slaver, knew this was the cue he required to act swiftly and decisively to ensure a victory.
He approached the knight from behind, hitting him hard with the hilt of the sword against the knight's head. If the impact was well received this would render the man unconscious and thus easily disarmed and captured.
No sooner the wall was raised, Glendale and Haldor slid down from the trees and rush forward with Rufus to help capture Iskra and, with some luck, Atoli as well.
"Well that was one hell of a chase, let's get these slaves back to the barn where Aynor may decide upon their fates..." muttered Haldor getting a nod from Glendale and Rufus
Rufus was a tall, strong man, closer to a giant than to a man, given his stature and strenght and unfriendly looks. So they left it up to him to grab hold of Iskra and bring her indoors, over the shoulder like a potato sack. After all, she was much too wounded to walk of her own accord.
"Be still and surrender, woman, if you want your head over your shoulders a little longer" frowned Rufus most unhappy, not grateful for the run he had to undertake and the tiredness this chase caused him, which made him all the more dangerous and grumpy.
"Toss your weapons aside and be still, I will grab you and take you indoors, away from this ungodly weather" informed Rufus giving a clear indication the travel to the barn would be inglorious and undelicate and not up for discussion either
Taff looked hopeful as his eyes caught sight of Pentre, it seems salvation had finally arrived, only to be knocked down by the wall that would prevent the lord knight reaching them altogether.
Still this also meant his captors, the Onyx bandits, would not reach him either, thus salvation had indeed arrived... of sorts. He needed time to negotiate with Iskra concerning the release of the captive prince. If she wanted to have his own guts for garters afterwards, Taff would gladly surrender to her wrath, so long the future king remained unharmed.
All these negotiations needed time and with the wall keeping them all trapped, he would have such time for sure. His smile of relief and satisfaction could not be greater.
"I thank you so much, Kenji, you indeed brought my salvation for now" thanked Taff as polite as he was known to be
"What favour or price will you seek in return?" asked curious looking up at the fae who had accomplished so much in such little time
Still this also meant his captors, the Onyx bandits, would not reach him either, thus salvation had indeed arrived... of sorts. He needed time to negotiate with Iskra concerning the release of the captive prince. If she wanted to have his own guts for garters afterwards, Taff would gladly surrender to her wrath, so long the future king remained unharmed.
All these negotiations needed time and with the wall keeping them all trapped, he would have such time for sure. His smile of relief and satisfaction could not be greater.
"I thank you so much, Kenji, you indeed brought my salvation for now" thanked Taff as polite as he was known to be
"What favour or price will you seek in return?" asked curious looking up at the fae who had accomplished so much in such little time
Slowly, Kenji stood from the soaked ground, her bare knees scuffed with wet dirt, her fingers looking the same. The ground where her grasp had been dug still pulsated with the eerie, green glowing. Through the chaos of rain and fighting men around her, Kenji’s marble eyes were fixated upon Taff as she approached him again. Her gaze shifted from his face to the chains that bound him, contemplating. One of her pointed, slightly downturned ears, similar to a cow’s, twitched with thought.
A shiver went down her body and her silvery eyelashes fluttered, as she began to invoke the power of Imitation from deep within her being. Her left arm began to morph, with each pulse becoming something more and more different than the humanoid arm that was there before. It began to be very large, looking a bit silly for her petite figure, and covered in a dark, thick fur. The fingers hooked into wicked looking claws and muscles bulged under the layer of shaggy fur. In a few steps, she closed the distance between she and Taff, then gripped the metal chains firmly in the strange arm. Clenching her fist around the metal links, she tested their strength, then gave a mighty tug.
The tug may have yanked on Taff a bit, but mostly did damage to the chain. The links bent stubbornly with the first tug, but with a second, rougher rip of them, a few of the links snapped under the pressure and the binds loosened, falling at Taff’s feet. Kenji shuddered again, the fur on the arm beginning to shed off rapidly, creating a pile on the wet ground. The chains dropped from the hand as it became her’s again, the metal quite uncomfortable on her bare, fae skin.
Kenji stood in front of Taff, completely her own self once again, soaked and dripping from the chilly rain that poured relentlessly. She was grinning, displaying two rows of teeth that looked like a shark’s. “Taff Gelligen,” She greeted in a sing-song voice. “What I would like in return for my gifts to you…” She tapped her finger on her chin, playfully feigning pensiveness. “One of your’s must return with me to Home, to be my companion.” Her eyes that reflected like a cat's would also flashed with impish mischief.
A shiver went down her body and her silvery eyelashes fluttered, as she began to invoke the power of Imitation from deep within her being. Her left arm began to morph, with each pulse becoming something more and more different than the humanoid arm that was there before. It began to be very large, looking a bit silly for her petite figure, and covered in a dark, thick fur. The fingers hooked into wicked looking claws and muscles bulged under the layer of shaggy fur. In a few steps, she closed the distance between she and Taff, then gripped the metal chains firmly in the strange arm. Clenching her fist around the metal links, she tested their strength, then gave a mighty tug.
The tug may have yanked on Taff a bit, but mostly did damage to the chain. The links bent stubbornly with the first tug, but with a second, rougher rip of them, a few of the links snapped under the pressure and the binds loosened, falling at Taff’s feet. Kenji shuddered again, the fur on the arm beginning to shed off rapidly, creating a pile on the wet ground. The chains dropped from the hand as it became her’s again, the metal quite uncomfortable on her bare, fae skin.
Kenji stood in front of Taff, completely her own self once again, soaked and dripping from the chilly rain that poured relentlessly. She was grinning, displaying two rows of teeth that looked like a shark’s. “Taff Gelligen,” She greeted in a sing-song voice. “What I would like in return for my gifts to you…” She tapped her finger on her chin, playfully feigning pensiveness. “One of your’s must return with me to Home, to be my companion.” Her eyes that reflected like a cat's would also flashed with impish mischief.
As she flew through the clearing it became apparent that the men were fighting something else. Atoli was about to glance over her shoulder when an arrow whizzed harmlessly between the flight feathers of her left arm. An involuntary squeak slipped through the harpy’s mouth before she flapped her wings harder, seeking the safety of the forest.
Iskra was in front of her and sprinting in the same direction. For reasons unknown to her, Iskra turned her head, distracted by something. In the next moment, an arrow took the woman’s shoulder and calf and fell before Atoli’s eyes. With a startled grunt Atoli stopped dead in her flight and fell to the ground, crouched close by Iskra. She didn’t wish to share the same fate as the other bandit and kept low; hoping her dark small form would be overlooked...
The harpy could practically taste the magic that flowed nearby and frowned as the forest became a wall of vines and leaves. Atoli looked behind fully now to take in her surroundings. Quintus was walking steadily toward the group of fighting mercenaries, sword in hand. They seemed to be busy with a man that looked to have armor that was alight with orange glowing runes.
It was then that her gaze settled on...it. To one side of the fighting men were two figures. One of them rose from the ground with glowing pale eyes. The harpy’s nose wrinkled, knowing instinctively what they were, and she muttered quietly to herself, “Fae...”
Atoli’s attention was torn from the otherworldly being when three men came upon her and Iskra. When they neared, Atoli sprang up with a shrill ear-splitting scream; sounding more like murderous banshee than a small and frightened harpy. They seemed to have focused on Iskra which she used to her advantage. When she leapt up she focused her own attention on the largest of the men who was currently in the process of bending to grab Iskra, and brought her avian feet up to dig her talons into the man’s side.
Atoli beat her wings and sought to clamber onto the man’s back while trying to do as much damage as possible with her long sickle-shaped talons; all the while screaming with a fury that belied her internal fear. If she was successful on getting onto the man’s back, she would try to launch herself off from him and make a break for the tree tops past the wall of vines. The harpy was much more concerned for her own safety than that of the downed Iskra; that ungrateful she-wolf was on her own now as far as Atoli was concerned.
Iskra was in front of her and sprinting in the same direction. For reasons unknown to her, Iskra turned her head, distracted by something. In the next moment, an arrow took the woman’s shoulder and calf and fell before Atoli’s eyes. With a startled grunt Atoli stopped dead in her flight and fell to the ground, crouched close by Iskra. She didn’t wish to share the same fate as the other bandit and kept low; hoping her dark small form would be overlooked...
The harpy could practically taste the magic that flowed nearby and frowned as the forest became a wall of vines and leaves. Atoli looked behind fully now to take in her surroundings. Quintus was walking steadily toward the group of fighting mercenaries, sword in hand. They seemed to be busy with a man that looked to have armor that was alight with orange glowing runes.
It was then that her gaze settled on...it. To one side of the fighting men were two figures. One of them rose from the ground with glowing pale eyes. The harpy’s nose wrinkled, knowing instinctively what they were, and she muttered quietly to herself, “Fae...”
Atoli’s attention was torn from the otherworldly being when three men came upon her and Iskra. When they neared, Atoli sprang up with a shrill ear-splitting scream; sounding more like murderous banshee than a small and frightened harpy. They seemed to have focused on Iskra which she used to her advantage. When she leapt up she focused her own attention on the largest of the men who was currently in the process of bending to grab Iskra, and brought her avian feet up to dig her talons into the man’s side.
Atoli beat her wings and sought to clamber onto the man’s back while trying to do as much damage as possible with her long sickle-shaped talons; all the while screaming with a fury that belied her internal fear. If she was successful on getting onto the man’s back, she would try to launch herself off from him and make a break for the tree tops past the wall of vines. The harpy was much more concerned for her own safety than that of the downed Iskra; that ungrateful she-wolf was on her own now as far as Atoli was concerned.
Jalsinter snarled as the smaller Matthew stepped back into a fighting position and glanced in the direction of Robin-- right in time to receive the blow to the head from the crafty slaver. The metal of his helmet creaked as the hilt made contact; the runes upon them flashed, almost in response to the surreptitious attack. The tension remaining in the man's posture and the growl that swelled from his throat indicated that the blunt force trauma didn't quite reach his skull, however.
He clashed with Matthew but stepped back, jabbing his elbow in Robin's direction. If not still pinned between the two he'd strafe to the side, eager to face them both rather than exposing his back to either of them. He rapped the blunt of his blade against the surface of his shield and spoke again, his voice clear but calmer than before.
Then he winced as the harpy, though a small distance away, screamed. He squeezed the handle of his sword and glanced in that direction, his eyes soon after trailing towards the wall of vines which surrounded them. He grumbled something both irritable and uneasy.
He clashed with Matthew but stepped back, jabbing his elbow in Robin's direction. If not still pinned between the two he'd strafe to the side, eager to face them both rather than exposing his back to either of them. He rapped the blunt of his blade against the surface of his shield and spoke again, his voice clear but calmer than before.
Then he winced as the harpy, though a small distance away, screamed. He squeezed the handle of his sword and glanced in that direction, his eyes soon after trailing towards the wall of vines which surrounded them. He grumbled something both irritable and uneasy.
Quintus nodded to Matthew and his request before sheathing his sword, he waited until the knight made a mistake, creating an opening. A shriek caught his attention from the direction of the girls, it sounded like Atoli, his eyes widened. It was too late to rush over, and doing so would blow his cover, he hoped she was alright.
Her shriek however had given him an even greater opening to take advantage of. Walking over he examined the knights armour, the glowing runes likely aided him the same way they did in ancient folklore, but he wasn't invincible. The knees were less armoured and the armour wouldn't dissipated a hard blow to the side of the knee. Taking a step back he aimed a kick full force straight to the side of the knights knees, hard enough to cause some major discomfort but not enough to break the joint. Crossing his arms he looked into the other knights visor before stating simply "Calm". If anything would get it through the mans head that they were on the same side it'd be a non lethal, weaponless attack by another knight and a bit of pain. That or it'd make thing worse, he grinned to himself, either outcome would be beneficial for Quintus.
Quintus held up his arm at a ninety degree angle, before barking orders at the mercs "stow your weapons, and cross take up less aggressive stances, he'll get the message unless he's brain dead".
Her shriek however had given him an even greater opening to take advantage of. Walking over he examined the knights armour, the glowing runes likely aided him the same way they did in ancient folklore, but he wasn't invincible. The knees were less armoured and the armour wouldn't dissipated a hard blow to the side of the knee. Taking a step back he aimed a kick full force straight to the side of the knights knees, hard enough to cause some major discomfort but not enough to break the joint. Crossing his arms he looked into the other knights visor before stating simply "Calm". If anything would get it through the mans head that they were on the same side it'd be a non lethal, weaponless attack by another knight and a bit of pain. That or it'd make thing worse, he grinned to himself, either outcome would be beneficial for Quintus.
Quintus held up his arm at a ninety degree angle, before barking orders at the mercs "stow your weapons, and cross take up less aggressive stances, he'll get the message unless he's brain dead".
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