Alright, posted.
Sorry, Sir Garret, someone decided to whine for help and we can use his magic.
Sorry, Sir Garret, someone decided to whine for help and we can use his magic.
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"Clever little rats." Sult smiled as she watched the events unfold before her. She couldn't help but to appreciate the crude attempt at ingenuity from the outlaws, springing a trap and an ambush. The fact that the captain was sucked in on it almost immediately put a dent in Sult's amused attitude though.
Of course, with the captain in the center of a trap, and the bandits organizing a preemptive -albeit unsuccessful- attack on the Rosebud, and herself more concerned with a wounded civilian than directing her own troops, chaos had ensued, with people acting independently and yelling confuse orders to eachother. Although they didn't seem to be in any danger. Yet.
Sult hastily abandoned her horse, while raising her shield, an ungraceful one, of a horrid green color that clashed with her attire. Well, fashion was a secondary concern in this case. Arrows to the gut were an important subject of concern, as she felt the thudding sound of the projectiles against her shield.
"Sorry, sir Garret, I'd love to have you as dance partner, but someone else is calling it first!" Sult yelled in a clear voice enough, after doing a quick scan on the situation. The undead, well, good luck in getting her even touched with a hit. The commander was well covered, even if they were her detractors those around her. She would have loved to pitch in for glory and recognition, and could've been useful, but it was a moot point now.
Someone else, the other magical asset besides Sparky, who was practicing pierce-a-rat besides the commander with the bow, had called for help. Secondary ambush? What are these, tactical geniuses? Really, Sparky, really!? She added before putting an ugly visage and starting to sprint towards the object of a help call.
Ice Jerk. His magic was useful, and he probably needed to be kept alive, no matter how insistent he was in parrying daggers with his belly. She dashed, clobbering one of the bandits that sprung at her with her shield, only to finish it off in a quick, but very forced movement of the sword, sinking in the poor fella's guts.
I need more training to make it fluid and graceful. She lamented.
"You need rescue, Sir Tiral?" She said in a coy tune, her sword slashing at her opponents preemptively while she kept her guard up, eventually shielding the mage. "Afraid of the little rats, hm? Poison is not cheap, you know..." She smirked as she sided with the mage and knight.
Of course, with the captain in the center of a trap, and the bandits organizing a preemptive -albeit unsuccessful- attack on the Rosebud, and herself more concerned with a wounded civilian than directing her own troops, chaos had ensued, with people acting independently and yelling confuse orders to eachother. Although they didn't seem to be in any danger. Yet.
Sult hastily abandoned her horse, while raising her shield, an ungraceful one, of a horrid green color that clashed with her attire. Well, fashion was a secondary concern in this case. Arrows to the gut were an important subject of concern, as she felt the thudding sound of the projectiles against her shield.
"Sorry, sir Garret, I'd love to have you as dance partner, but someone else is calling it first!" Sult yelled in a clear voice enough, after doing a quick scan on the situation. The undead, well, good luck in getting her even touched with a hit. The commander was well covered, even if they were her detractors those around her. She would have loved to pitch in for glory and recognition, and could've been useful, but it was a moot point now.
Someone else, the other magical asset besides Sparky, who was practicing pierce-a-rat besides the commander with the bow, had called for help. Secondary ambush? What are these, tactical geniuses? Really, Sparky, really!? She added before putting an ugly visage and starting to sprint towards the object of a help call.
Ice Jerk. His magic was useful, and he probably needed to be kept alive, no matter how insistent he was in parrying daggers with his belly. She dashed, clobbering one of the bandits that sprung at her with her shield, only to finish it off in a quick, but very forced movement of the sword, sinking in the poor fella's guts.
I need more training to make it fluid and graceful. She lamented.
"You need rescue, Sir Tiral?" She said in a coy tune, her sword slashing at her opponents preemptively while she kept her guard up, eventually shielding the mage. "Afraid of the little rats, hm? Poison is not cheap, you know..." She smirked as she sided with the mage and knight.
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Well, how would that kill the victim? It'd definitely blind them but there are no major arteries that I can think of. Unless you push through to pierce the eye socket and then to the brain..
That is the idea behind the snapping.
But it'd be extremely cruel (like Vlad the impaler sort) to do this to someone just to make them scream to discourage their peers.
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I'm afraid to ask.
Eyesnap?
Well, a shorthand I use for a certain execution technique which involves jabbing your thumbs in the eyes and pressing until it snaps and you kill the fella. Victims also scream a lot.
Such a psychopathic bunch of knights, concluding that it's a lack of strategy rather than compassion.
... also showing such worry when we outnumber the bandits xD
Well, the director's cut was Sult taking a bandit and then brutally executing him via eyesnap. To shake others in fear.
But I think i'll go with something else since even for a seasoned veteran that'd be disturbing.
To make it a little clearer, there's not many bandits, at most a couple dozen. It's an ambush party and they're genuinely not prepared for the Iron Rose Knights to show up as demonstrated by Mister Half the Man he Used to Be.
Glad to know so I can slack off and even take care of the poor bastard for brownie points.
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Marianne and Sult are going to get along swimmingly.
Can't wait to make Sult bullshit there's a sacred naked dancing Reonite ritual. :P
Sult is an anagram for Lust, anyway XD
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Gods, Marianne needs to stay away from Sult but she won't be able to for a number of reason.
EDIT: How do you mean, 'next best option' for what?
For pinning her duties and slack off on the fight bandits thing. Maybe.
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I instantly love Sult.
Partly for the potential character interactions.
Partly for the potential ensuing insanity.
Sparky is the next best option if Mountain Hunk is unavailable to do the fighty part while Sult admires...dat ass.
Or that's the plan, anyway.
Tyaethe is spicy. B)
Sult is err... LSD? Drives everyone bonkers.
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