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[b]Time:[/b] [color=E594FF]Morning[/color]
[b]Location:[/b] [color=E594FF]Port Vanarosa[/color]
[b]Mentions:[/b] [color=E594FF]Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos], Amisra [@Tae], Arlen [@Silverpaw], and the Thugs [@princess][/color]
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320 amas, Red-hilted dagger, Leather armor, compass, fancy spyglass, and a cloak
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A fair amount had happened in such a short time. Tanithil took the moment to process the situation at hand. Previously he had every intention of simply turning the group into a pack of swiss cheese and being done with it, but now his friends and crew were all together creating all sorts of chaos and diversions....just the way he liked it. His gaze fell to the dark elf leader charging him. [color=magenta][i]How inspiring. The little runt thinks he can match up to this...slightly taller runt.[/i][/color] He thought to himself. He snickered while the man approached, blades drawn and threatening to slash at his arms. With a devious grin he saw exactly what the elf was looking to do. Either loss his weapon, or loss his hand....again. So naturally, Tanithil simply let his weapon go. The conjured gun fell forward as Tanithil jumped back, likely giving the bandit a false sense of victory for all of about 2 seconds.

After his fingers came together, as if to cast a spell, the shadow gun morphed entirely. Its shape bent and formed several long tendrils coming from a central blob of dark magic. The tendrils attempted to wrap around the face of the man charging at Tanithil, allowing him to create some space and a diversion all while making him look rather silly with a shadow creature hugging his face. Tanithil spun around the elf in an attempt to dodge and took a brief note of the situation. He noticed Arlen scaling the rooftops, with the fairy in tow. He nodded in appreciation of Ismael's kick against the fairy's torso and noticed the vines ensaring him. He saw Amisra throw, of all things, a potato, at the big orcish brute. The Captain, watchful as ever, was taking a safe watch from the distance and allowing his crew to handle this mess. Rightfully so, as if these four thugs could outdue their gang then they had no business being saviors of Avalia.

Tanithil crossed his arms and shot them out to either side, quick wisps of shadow energy raced across the alley in either direction towards Amisra and Ismael, and quickly wrapped them up in shadow magic. [color=magenta]"Some [b]Shielding[/b] outta give you both an edge. C'mon now, show Tanny boy that spunk we all know and love you two!"[/color] He chuckled, finding the silly little nickname growing on him somewhat. But he wouldn't let Amisra nor Arlen know this outright. He swiftly pulled a dagger from its sheath and turned to face the short dark elf, his tone somewhat changed. [color=magenta]"Right then. How's about I show you a proper knife dance?"[/color]

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[hider=TL;DR]Tanithil turns his gun into an impromptu face mask to blind/disorient the elf attacking him. He then gives Amisra and Ismael a shield and pulls his dagger ready to face the elf once more.[/hider]