Collaboration between Emiliah and Andvari @fetzen
and one uping an injury while running into Mat @TheDoctor
Andvari reached a position next to Emiliah’s doorstep almost at full speed, breathing more heavily both due to the physical effort and the psychological tension involved. Having chosen a location right around the corner with his back to the outer wall he had not to worry about goblins coming from behind, but instead could keep track of what was going on in front of him and if any of those things would come out of the open door. That would be the worst scenario of all, and in order to make sure it wouldn’t happen he took heart and twisted around, the crossbow now pointing through the door and into the building. Another plume of foul stench surrounded his nose, but at second glance one could tell that Emiliah had done better at disposing of ‘her’ goblin cleanly than he had. Well, at least as cleanly as one reasonably could.
Andvari stepped in and turned around so they were facing into the same, outward going direction. ”Sorry to interrupt. I was worried something wrong was going on in your house.”
The sharp end of a spear met Andvari’s greeting. Emiliah’s stance tight, ready to attack the man the moment he made an ill advised step. After a second, a glint of recognition flashed across her eyes and she lowered the blade back down to the corps by her feet.
“Just a few unwelcome visitors,
” Said Emiliah, pushing the beast out of her home with the edge of her spear. “They seem to be leaving the side streets,
” She muttered, watching a handful of goblins race past, trickling onto the much more populated main street.“This place is going to reek in the morning,
“It is already reeking now.
” Andvari replied. Emiliah had just proved to be one of very few who apparently were not able to recognize him in an instant, but actually took a moment to do so. Silently the hunter hoped for this to be a mere side effect of the fight, even if this would not change anything about how dangerous that moment had been for him.
Following her words, Andvari also left the building and kept as close to the wall as possible. While holding his crossbow at the ready he continued talking: “I’d deem ‘a few unwelcome visitors’ to be a considerable understatement. Maybe they are moving to those places where the most people are ? If that’s true maybe we should try to follow ?
Emiliah nodded before taking the lead, following a particularly dull goblin towards the main street. She kept her body crouched low, favoring making herself a smaller target over the speed a few stance would have offered.
In the distance, a few of her acquaintances from the tavern seemed to be making decent progress with the goblins. Sarjin and the healer looked a little worse for wear, but overall handling their own.
A pack of goblins had clumped together a couple of houses down. They were swatting at each other and yanking and some unknown object that they had all dubbed more worthy than any other. Paying zero attention to anything beyond their prize. “Basically sitting ducks,
” Emiliah push a wayward strand of hair out of her face, licking her lips in anticipation. “How many do you think you can take?
” she said, figuring she could count on Andvari to keep her covered as she took the close contact route.
“After the first shot I will require a bit of time to reload this thing, but if I can hit this crowd in the right angle the bolt might hit more than one. I… just hope that I won’t accidentally hit you.
” He could see the writing on the wall, the challenge approaching. He was truly fearing for such an accident to happen with her fighting inside the mess he was going to target at, but he would have to get through this -- hopefully without a major catastrophe befalling him this late evening.
“Some kind of elevated position would be good. Would make the job a lot easier I guess.
” Andvari looked around, trying to find something he could climb onto quickly and that would offer a good footing while not exposing himself too much. After all probably nobody knew if those goblins really only had melee weapons, a.k.a. claws, with them.
“Try the rooftop over there
,” She said, pointing towards a nearby building. “Doesn’t get much taller than that ‘round here
,” She was already a few steps closer to the flighting when she looked back. “Oh and...if you shoot me...I will cut off your balls, so...aim true,
Andvari did not see much of another option than to simply nod and head off into the direction pointed out by Emiliah. The roof was quite flat which was a very good thing to begin with, but with so many goblins strolling around not every option to get up there was available. After a few seconds of frantic searching he found a old wooden barrel that looked sturdy enough. With a series of quick moves, at least quick for someone his size, he was up there and inspect the goblin horde from above.
Emiliah watched Andvari out of the corner of her eye. The goblins making everything far more difficult than it needed to be. She watch the man running to avoid them as the crawled out of every easy pathway to the roof. Finally, though, the man succeed. Emiliah made sure that he could see her before gesturing for him to shoot at the hoard on the far side of her.
Andvari knew that high up here he was rather exposed, but by far not as exposed as any fighter on the ground. At least this would hold true until the goblins would find out how to crawl up walls. In order to make this not happen to begin with he followed Emiliah’s order and pointed at the crowd. No much need to aim here he believed, so Andvari pulled the trigger right away. It wasn’t easy to make out if he had actually hit anything though, but the crowd seemed to become more angered within a seconds notice.
Using the arrows as a distraction, Emiliah dove into the crowd. It was easy enough, to pick off the creatures on the edge. The real risk with goblins is when they used their shear numbers to overwhelm. She just had to move slow. To not let the creatures surround her. She had to count on Andvari killing any who were clever enough to sneak behind.
One couldn’t say that Emiliah was making things easier for Andvari in his opinion. He got that he would have to keep her back clear, but now there was not only the risk of accidentally aiming and shooting at her, but shooting at a goblin and the bolt penetrating the foul creature. It was a very powerful weapon that had made the very first of its victims in his house almost explode, so he’d have to be careful and hope for the best. With that much caution involved it turned out that he was not the very best shooter around as the next bolt did nothing but punch hard into the dirt, becoming an obstacle for anyone careless enough to stumble over it.
In the distance, Emiliah spotted a lone figure stumbling in the wake of goblins, he was human...but covered in blood. The momentary distraction was all one of the disgusting creature needed to get is claw into her skin. Her legs got tangled up in the creatures and they both crashed into the dirt.
Andvari watched the scene with horror. He was tempted to just run at her and into the crowd, but logic barely managed to dictate that he would be of greater help here, continuing to shoot. Reloading that crossbow took a painful amount of time even though he tried to hurry up as hard as he could, even damaging the roof when he slammed the head of the weapon into it in order to step onto the lever. The next bolt was loaded, the bow under tension and he took his aim. Yet moments after the projectile had departed with an aggressive, hissing noise Andvari’s eyes got wider. Much wider…
Pain erupted from her arm. With an angry growl she was able to kick the goblin off and scramble to her feet. Stick from her arm was…
The idiot actually did it.
He fucking shot her.
Never in a million years did she think the hunter was a risk of actually fucking shooting her. The world didn’t give her much time to build up her rage, as the goblin on the ground wouldn’t be ignored for long. Using her good arm, she was able to stick the creature before pulling back, escaping away from the crowd. Towards the edge of town and the bleeding man.