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Hellis, have you invented a character called Roland? You're crazy.
The audible buzzing was Azarak’s only saving grace as the door slammed open and he strode into the room, firing off a single round at his quickly rising opponent’s upper-body, a sloppy shot, a shoulder graze at best. He followed up by nimbly rolling over the door-bridge, feeling a blade somehow cut into his back and spine and cleave a nasty chunk of flesh from his body all the while. The pain ignored as adrenaline spurred him on, he dived into the room and had his pistol already trained at his foe to fire, expecting the bum-rush or quick escape that was most common in these sorts of situations. Either way, he wasn’t letting whatever had just hit him have a second try, once his foe was dead or dealt with it would be a simple matter to turn and face what he assumed was a second opponent.
Hellis said
Myess. Dance for me puppets. :DI mean *cough*not at all gonna abuse adversity as a gm*cough*
Hellis was the villain the WHOLE TIME!
I sometimes wonder if my character will ever get out of that tavern.
Just a double post, unless it's only on my screen.
Grif... what have you done.
Some considerable time had already passed without any activity and Azarak was not willing to lose the initiative quite yet. Assuming (rightly) that his foe had made good his escape and delved further into the building Azarak couldn't ,nor cared, to identify, the demon leapt over the window-sill. He barely disturbed a single shard of glass when he landed on near impossibly quiet feet, his gun at the ready, and walked towards the doors his foe had left from.
Meanwhile, his foe was taking a moment to blockade a door and bandage his wounds, giving the demon vital time to catch up. Time he utilized quickly to trail his prey, following miniscule droplets of blood first up the stairs and then to a door into what he recognised as another room, and likely a small one. It would do him no good to be surprised here, but on quietly listening at the door he heard minor activity that did not suggest a foe lying in wait. Perhaps his flesh wound was to be his undoing after all?
With a hefty kick way out of proportion to his size Azarak plunged his foot straight through the flimsy frame of the door and immediately broke the locking mechanism. To his surprise there was a greater deal of resistance then he expected, likely due to the wardrobe which although unsuitable for the job was still heavy enough to force Azarak to blast the door with another quick follow-up kick.
He hissed in annoyance as the wardrobe collapsed and the door split off its hinges, falling flat over the obstruction to provide a handy bridge. The barricade would have given the witness to time to react to the demon's presence.
Still, he had a gun, and it was trained on the openness of the room, ready to fire at least two shots should the target present itself, likely at centre of mass. Azarak, being a demon hitman, had a fair amount of experience clearing rooms like this, and his opponent wouldn't find ambushing him at the door all that easy if he went for that form of attack.
Meanwhile, his foe was taking a moment to blockade a door and bandage his wounds, giving the demon vital time to catch up. Time he utilized quickly to trail his prey, following miniscule droplets of blood first up the stairs and then to a door into what he recognised as another room, and likely a small one. It would do him no good to be surprised here, but on quietly listening at the door he heard minor activity that did not suggest a foe lying in wait. Perhaps his flesh wound was to be his undoing after all?
With a hefty kick way out of proportion to his size Azarak plunged his foot straight through the flimsy frame of the door and immediately broke the locking mechanism. To his surprise there was a greater deal of resistance then he expected, likely due to the wardrobe which although unsuitable for the job was still heavy enough to force Azarak to blast the door with another quick follow-up kick.
He hissed in annoyance as the wardrobe collapsed and the door split off its hinges, falling flat over the obstruction to provide a handy bridge. The barricade would have given the witness to time to react to the demon's presence.
Still, he had a gun, and it was trained on the openness of the room, ready to fire at least two shots should the target present itself, likely at centre of mass. Azarak, being a demon hitman, had a fair amount of experience clearing rooms like this, and his opponent wouldn't find ambushing him at the door all that easy if he went for that form of attack.
"Yes I'm new to the Leaves, name's Joshua." The priest was fortunately spared the indignity of being ridiculed by the massive Urak by a sudden explosion and crashing metal wiping out some of the furniture. Joshua's head ducked reflexively and his hand grasped a free chair, preparing to launch it as hard as he physically could manage.
The relatively little alarm that pervaded the inn convinced him this was at least a semi-regular occurrence, though a strange one. He settled down however as an attractive, though equally strange elf entered the Inn through the wrecked wall. His eyes narrowed with appreciation, surprised to find a real woman even here, and then he returned to his more normal stance and crossed his arms as she spoke.
"Joshua." He corrected, aiming to cut down on the new-guy talk as soon as possible, he wasn't the sort to let that sort of thing stand. He shrugged his shoulders and half-smiled. "Sorry, I'm used to being the biggest guy in the room, this is a little strange for me."
"Still" he gestured to the elf in a slow motion humans sometimes used when they wanted someone to tell them their names so they could slot it into a sentence, a strange practice but an ingrained one. "You know how to make an entrance." He chuckled, though Joshua could hardly be considered the wittiest of men, he was more than comfortable with observational humour.
The relatively little alarm that pervaded the inn convinced him this was at least a semi-regular occurrence, though a strange one. He settled down however as an attractive, though equally strange elf entered the Inn through the wrecked wall. His eyes narrowed with appreciation, surprised to find a real woman even here, and then he returned to his more normal stance and crossed his arms as she spoke.
"Joshua." He corrected, aiming to cut down on the new-guy talk as soon as possible, he wasn't the sort to let that sort of thing stand. He shrugged his shoulders and half-smiled. "Sorry, I'm used to being the biggest guy in the room, this is a little strange for me."
"Still" he gestured to the elf in a slow motion humans sometimes used when they wanted someone to tell them their names so they could slot it into a sentence, a strange practice but an ingrained one. "You know how to make an entrance." He chuckled, though Joshua could hardly be considered the wittiest of men, he was more than comfortable with observational humour.
Azarak looked on as his nimble witness escaped his lethal barrage with barely a flesh wound, his mouth tightening in response to the excitement he was clearly feeling at the challenge. He couldn't let this one go, even if he hadn't seen anything, and if he tried to make good his escape with the spider boy (for it was always worth finding out if capturing quarry alive was worth more) the man he had just wounded would surely come back for him.
The shattering of glass alerted him to the eventual destination of his foe, diving into a building and presumebly not just shattering his arms on the ground below. The man-faced demon approached quickly, loading the revovler with his remaining four shots to put it back up to a full chamber. He had some business to attend to after all.
Putting his back to the wall, he peered into the building just in time to see a door slam shut as his foe made better his escape. Azerak tensed, but remained where he was, no need to risk diving head-first into his foe quite yet.
The shattering of glass alerted him to the eventual destination of his foe, diving into a building and presumebly not just shattering his arms on the ground below. The man-faced demon approached quickly, loading the revovler with his remaining four shots to put it back up to a full chamber. He had some business to attend to after all.
Putting his back to the wall, he peered into the building just in time to see a door slam shut as his foe made better his escape. Azerak tensed, but remained where he was, no need to risk diving head-first into his foe quite yet.
Azarak's gun cracked down on the spider-man's shoulder and momentarily disabled the nerve, leaving Mik defenceless as Azarak launched his left hand up in a vicious choke and drove his opponent's body upwards with momentum and strength surprising for such a seemingly lithe Human. The slam came immediately afterwords, and the collision with the pavement was far from pretty for the demon's quarry. Though he certainly wasn't dead, unconsious more than likely, he wasn't going to be putting up much of a fight when Azarak gutted him with some obsidian blades.
Of course, there was the threat of the others fighting nearby, which caused him to leave the easy kill for later and stand quickly, just in time to see the burlier of the two fighters had dissapeared, leaving his foe looking somewhat lonely.
Azarak smiled inwardly, no witnesses.
His pistol was already leveled at the mage's blind side, somewhat behind him and to his right, and without a thought for the life he would be callously ending on the off chance they had seen his actions, he let fire with the high calibre revolver. The first shot was always center of mass, the second and third shots fired a few moments after in a tight spread to ensure maximum damage to the body, the headshot execution could be completed after the first two actions.
But would Azarak be so lucky?
Of course, there was the threat of the others fighting nearby, which caused him to leave the easy kill for later and stand quickly, just in time to see the burlier of the two fighters had dissapeared, leaving his foe looking somewhat lonely.
Azarak smiled inwardly, no witnesses.
His pistol was already leveled at the mage's blind side, somewhat behind him and to his right, and without a thought for the life he would be callously ending on the off chance they had seen his actions, he let fire with the high calibre revolver. The first shot was always center of mass, the second and third shots fired a few moments after in a tight spread to ensure maximum damage to the body, the headshot execution could be completed after the first two actions.
But would Azarak be so lucky?
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