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The great beast grunted as is swatted Nariah away, and howled loudly as the wizard's bolt struck it in the head, giving him time to take stock of the situation. There was no advantage now for his bo staff and defensive stance; as he could not overpower the creature and could not block even a glancing blow from it. He split his bo staff in two again, sheathing the one in his left hand, taking out a small backhand dagger to replace it. He shifted his stance to the balls of his feet, and as the beast took a blind swing forward where he was, Dorje leapt into the air above the sweeping claw and swung his dagger around, planting it firmly into the beast's arm. He held on tight to the dagger as he was carried along by the strike, and planted a foot on a prominent scale and leapt a bit higher, trying to climb the beast to access more vital areas.
The creature circling in front of Dorje pounced, and as it did, he swung his leg forward, catching it on the neck and using it's momentum to carry it up and over his head, where he swung his leg down, and the hound with it, into the ground with a thud, feeling it's windpipe collapse from the force, where it would suffocate. He felt an odd exhilaration, but forced himself to breathe easy as another leapt at him from the side. He pulled his bo staff up with his hands in the middle, and swung to the side, catching the creature in the ribs and deflecting it with his staff. It was much better to deflect a blow than to block one, he thought as the creature recovered just in time for Dorje to swing wide across the thing's face, channeling the strength of his people with him to break it's skull. He looked back at Nariah, who was making a proper fool of herself charging forward into more of them. He took three steps to fall in behind her, driving his shoulder into one approaching her from the side, breathing heavily now with a smirk on his face.
Dorje breathed in deeply, steadying it at he came to a stop. He focused his eyes on the monstrous, fanged beasts that Nariah was already engaging; and pulled the two pieces of his bo staff from his back. With a quick twist, they fastened together by magic and he held it out before him in a defensive stance, favoring the longer reach and better force of the single staff to it's two constituents. He thought too long, however, and shortly after a howl of pain from one of the things, he heard a grunt and looked over to see the wizard wrestling with one of them, then a flash as it was dispatched by the healer. Quickly stepping to the side as one of them leapt at him, He grabbed one of the bony horns that protruded and swung his hips on top of it. It howled as much as it could and flailed, bucking into the air. Dorje pulled his bo staff into the jaws of the thing as it foamed, much like a bit on a horse, and began to twist the staff around until he heard a loud cracking noise. The animal fell still, and Dorje was unsure how he felt about his first kill. His breathing was even, even as he barely dodged another of the creatures, earning a deep gash across his thigh for his musing. He turned, facing the beast with his bo staff pointed upwards defensively, limping a bit.
Dorje sipped his mead as the commotion rose keeping an eye on the one with the red hair. Nimblefingers, eh? Almost as strange as Hearthstone, he thought as a young boy burst through the door, flooding his senses; Dorje could hear the boy's pounding heartbeat and smell the scent of burning flesh and ruin on his clothes. One side of his face was burned badly, and his hair was singed quite a bit. The boy had seen destruction the likes of which Dorje never had, and it troubled him as the small woman comforted him. Was this type of thing as common in the world as pleasant conversation? If so, then maybe the others of the order may be right to seek solitude and peace. He stood from his chair as the tiny lady gave the barmaid a substantial amount of money, and followed her out the door, seeing her offer a ride to the one with the sword.
Why this detour? If we are truly to save the world, what use is it to tarry here and risk more lives by letting this evil fester? Though if my quest truly lies with them, and the journey is as difficult as the letter suggests, then I will need their help. His musing was broken by the sound of hoofbeats galloping away.
Dorje closed his eyes, focusing intensely as his stone amulet grew warm against his neck, and began to run, faster and faster until he was keeping pace with the riders.
Luke stared at the crack in his wife's cryopod as if looking away for more than a second would cause it to shatter into a million pieces. He briefly considered attempting to replace the control panel, but his knowledge was of explosives, not cruise liners, and with the ship's AI seeming a bit insane, he couldn't take the risk yet. His mouth was dry as he finally turned; he needed to get his wife out of that pod, and the only way to do that was to get as much functionality back to the ship as possible. He sighed.
"If we be locked in a steady o'bit like I think, ain't no way we gettin' out o 'ere without propulsion to break the gravitational field."
WHOOPS, put my post in the characters tab sorry.
Dorje can run pretty fast does that count?
Dorje walked, as monks are wont to do
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