Shifting in his stance, Janius brought his attention to the last remaining spearman in the final moments of the hunter's life. With nothing more in their way, Janius ran up the ramp to support Runt's tactic.
Sabine herself tried to cover her face with her arms as she perceived the mage's fireball spell. She recoiled at the pain, but opened her arms to find that the fireball had detonated wide from her, only so much as singeing her fur. Both of her adversaries had been knocked down. She didn't see why, but she didn't need to. The mage's throat was first. She lunged and pinned the mage's shoulders before biting at the neck. There was more resistance than usual to her bite, causing her to need to pull and jerk at the mage's body for a moment. It was likely because of a shield spell that Sabine was having difficulties, but eventually the taste of blood served as proof of its failure.
Fendros couldn't see much from where he was, he kept the aim of his second to last arrow drawn in the direction of the final archer, but it looked like he would be dealt with soon. It was a concern then, that Runt took longer than warranted to kill the mage, as he spotted the archer take aim at her while she was distracted. Janius noticed as well on his way up the ramp, and attempted to run to cover her with his shield. Janius made it just in time, but in the position he was in, his shield was not properly placed. There was a cry of pain and Janius stumbled to the ground. Fendros could see an arrow sticking out from Janius' upper-leg.
Sabine, finally managing to finish off the mage through the choked shouts of panic, jerked up her blood-soaked face at the new noise and wasted no time in leaping onto the archer before he could even reach back for another arrow. The archer's death was similar, though much quicker, than the mage's.
"Janius!" Fendros got up quickly from his cover with wide eyes. Relaxed his bow, before jogging up to the ramp to assess the situation. Janius' face was expressing a lot of pain, his teeth were bared and his breathing was fast. The arrow was silver-headed. Dropping his axe and pulling his arm from his shield, he retrieved the healing potion given to him by Runt and tried to empty its contents into the wound to at least relieve the pain, but the silver would not let it heal. "Get it out!" Janius shouted between pained breaths, "Get it out, now!"
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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Fendros felt that he was suddenly put under pressure when Ahnasha broke off. With only Meesei and himself occupying the above assailants, this final push would have to be decisive. Loosing more arrows at the archers and the mage, Fendros did his best as the pack fell in on the spearmen.
Ahnasha wasn't the only one with a plan. After plotting her route up the wall, Runt ran up and scaled the rock face underneath the raised area, pulling herself onto the platform effortlessly. The first archer to spot her did so with surprise and leveled a shot at her chest. Runt was fast, though, faster than most lycans, she ducked just before the shot was released and sprung from her position towards the archer. Raking across with her claws, Runt cut the archer down and turned her attention to the next in line. The mage and the second archer.
Down on the Ramp, all Janius had to do was force the Argonian spearman to keep facing him while Ahnasha fought the other. It was as simple as keeping close and keeping his spear at bay, occasionally lashing out with his axe to little effect but to distract. The Argonian, his head darting either side, knew he could not survive where he was. In a desperate attempt, he dropped his spear and pulled out a silver short sword, before rushing into Janius to push him back. Janius, not expecting such a move, fell back enough for the Argonian to jump off the ramp and position himself where he was not surrounded. Janius moved forward to clash with the Argonian, but halted to defend against the Argonian's own flurry of attacks. Janius was on the back foot for a while, but was relieved when the Argonian stopped with a pained look and slumped to the ground with an arrow in his side.
Silently congratulating himself for hitting his target while Runt had the others' attention, Fendros shifted from behind his cover to get a better look at the remaining enemies. One archer had been killed, the other was aiming for Runt. Fendros took a potshot at the archer and succeeded an having him duck back behind his cover, giving Runt another moment. Four arrows left, Fendros counted. These last four would be to keep the archer occupied a little longer.
Ahnasha wasn't the only one with a plan. After plotting her route up the wall, Runt ran up and scaled the rock face underneath the raised area, pulling herself onto the platform effortlessly. The first archer to spot her did so with surprise and leveled a shot at her chest. Runt was fast, though, faster than most lycans, she ducked just before the shot was released and sprung from her position towards the archer. Raking across with her claws, Runt cut the archer down and turned her attention to the next in line. The mage and the second archer.
Down on the Ramp, all Janius had to do was force the Argonian spearman to keep facing him while Ahnasha fought the other. It was as simple as keeping close and keeping his spear at bay, occasionally lashing out with his axe to little effect but to distract. The Argonian, his head darting either side, knew he could not survive where he was. In a desperate attempt, he dropped his spear and pulled out a silver short sword, before rushing into Janius to push him back. Janius, not expecting such a move, fell back enough for the Argonian to jump off the ramp and position himself where he was not surrounded. Janius moved forward to clash with the Argonian, but halted to defend against the Argonian's own flurry of attacks. Janius was on the back foot for a while, but was relieved when the Argonian stopped with a pained look and slumped to the ground with an arrow in his side.
Silently congratulating himself for hitting his target while Runt had the others' attention, Fendros shifted from behind his cover to get a better look at the remaining enemies. One archer had been killed, the other was aiming for Runt. Fendros took a potshot at the archer and succeeded an having him duck back behind his cover, giving Runt another moment. Four arrows left, Fendros counted. These last four would be to keep the archer occupied a little longer.
Hmm, would it be plausible for Runt to climb up to the archers?
The approach to the veritable phalanx that the hunters had set up was not something that Janius could immediately rush. His approach was suppressed by keeping two of the spearmen at bay, but at least he was distracting them. Jarring thrusts were deflected by his shield, but he couldn't quite follow through to one without exposing himself to the other.
Meesei's audacious shot at the stalactite above the mage was one that heralded an ebb in the fight for their enemy. Not only could Fendros take the required shots to keep the archers and mage at bay, he managed to land a hit on one of the archers' arms. It didn't outright kill the Khajiit male that had been hit, but it put him out of action, and distracted the mage for a moment as he tried to heal the man.
Runt stalked around her prey to the right of the formation on all fours. Keeping out of his range and eying him down with a growl and a snarl, her ears flat and her teeth glistening. The hunter stood his ground, prepared mentally and physically. Sabine was in a disadvantage in this situation, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. A feinted lunge at the bulky Argonian hunter caused him to try a thrust, one that was swatted to one side by Runt. A sharp pain ran across Runt's palm as her parry was ill timed and caused a scratch from the spearhead, but it was just a scratch. While the spear was displaced, Runt was about to pounce, but was discouraged the one of the hunters facing down Janius sensed the need to assist his comrade and brought his spear around to ward her off. Runt snapped and growled, frustrated.
Janius now only had one opponent, and was quick to take advantage. The next thrust by the Nord spearwoman in front of him was one he could parry and trap with his axe. Twisting the spear up and out of the way, Janius rushed the woman and slammed the full weight of his body into her shield. Knocking her out of balance and behind the formation. Now was the time to take advantage. Before the Redguard to his right could react, Janius swung his axe and buried it into the man's back, before yanking it out of the leather it had cut through and letting Lorag finish him off. Janius took a swing at the two other spearmen, but their formation contracted onto the ramp. There were now only three spearmen, the enemy advantage was diminishing further.
Fendros had tried his best to keep the enemies up on the mezzanine busy. Keeping count, he had about ten arrows left. Most of his shots were on their mark, but if they weren't stopped by that damned mage's ward, then they just ducked behind the crates and barrels that had been set up. He loosed another shot. It caused one of them to duck again, but the arrow stuck into the wood of a crate in front of him. With how slow this was in comparison to their opening assault, Fendros hoped that their target wouldn't slip away, or worse have something deadly prepared for them by the time they reached him.
With more space to move, Runt sniffed the air and scanned the chamber while Lorag and Janius faced off against the now recovered spear formation that had pulled back onto the ramp. The raised area was too high to outright jump up to, but she tried to look for handholds to climb on. If there was a route up to the top, she could deal with the archers and the mage with impunity.
Meesei's audacious shot at the stalactite above the mage was one that heralded an ebb in the fight for their enemy. Not only could Fendros take the required shots to keep the archers and mage at bay, he managed to land a hit on one of the archers' arms. It didn't outright kill the Khajiit male that had been hit, but it put him out of action, and distracted the mage for a moment as he tried to heal the man.
Runt stalked around her prey to the right of the formation on all fours. Keeping out of his range and eying him down with a growl and a snarl, her ears flat and her teeth glistening. The hunter stood his ground, prepared mentally and physically. Sabine was in a disadvantage in this situation, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. A feinted lunge at the bulky Argonian hunter caused him to try a thrust, one that was swatted to one side by Runt. A sharp pain ran across Runt's palm as her parry was ill timed and caused a scratch from the spearhead, but it was just a scratch. While the spear was displaced, Runt was about to pounce, but was discouraged the one of the hunters facing down Janius sensed the need to assist his comrade and brought his spear around to ward her off. Runt snapped and growled, frustrated.
Janius now only had one opponent, and was quick to take advantage. The next thrust by the Nord spearwoman in front of him was one he could parry and trap with his axe. Twisting the spear up and out of the way, Janius rushed the woman and slammed the full weight of his body into her shield. Knocking her out of balance and behind the formation. Now was the time to take advantage. Before the Redguard to his right could react, Janius swung his axe and buried it into the man's back, before yanking it out of the leather it had cut through and letting Lorag finish him off. Janius took a swing at the two other spearmen, but their formation contracted onto the ramp. There were now only three spearmen, the enemy advantage was diminishing further.
Fendros had tried his best to keep the enemies up on the mezzanine busy. Keeping count, he had about ten arrows left. Most of his shots were on their mark, but if they weren't stopped by that damned mage's ward, then they just ducked behind the crates and barrels that had been set up. He loosed another shot. It caused one of them to duck again, but the arrow stuck into the wood of a crate in front of him. With how slow this was in comparison to their opening assault, Fendros hoped that their target wouldn't slip away, or worse have something deadly prepared for them by the time they reached him.
With more space to move, Runt sniffed the air and scanned the chamber while Lorag and Janius faced off against the now recovered spear formation that had pulled back onto the ramp. The raised area was too high to outright jump up to, but she tried to look for handholds to climb on. If there was a route up to the top, she could deal with the archers and the mage with impunity.
Bleh, now it's my turn to stay up until 3:30 AM, with this assignment. At least it's done now. I'm going to get some sleep now, methinks.
The room was now a stinking mess of bodies strewn around the former living space. It was fortunate that it had taken this long for the alarm to be raised. It was equally fortunate that none of them had become seriously injured, given the number of close calls during that last fight. Runt's injuries gave Fendros pause, however. The cut isn't closing up on its own. No wonder these hunters use silver, Fendros thought. Ahnasha thankfully wasn't struck by a silver fist, but it looked painful with the lines of blood streaking down her nose.
The scurry into the next chamber was certainly more disheartening. Fendros counted seven well prepared, well entrenched, and certainly well equipped hunters, in addition to an orc bristling with silver weaponry and lycan pelts. Their target. The first and only thing they could do was to duck behind whatever cave formations provided cover from the archers and the mage higher up. Fendros exposed himself for a moment and took a potshot at one of the archers, but he had aimed wide and had to immediately duck back behind his stalagmite to avoid the reciprocal attacks from them. A couple of wooden clacks against the walls behind where he was a second ago justified not sticking his head out for any longer. At least he caused the mage to hesitate with the arrow.
Janius was nearby, Fendros caught his eye with a expression of doubt. "They're in a blasted shieldwall, how to we deal with them?" Fendros hissed to Janius.
Without immediately responding, Janius peeked his head out to get a better look for but a second. "There's only four of them, we might be able to flank them, open them up."
"Don't be stupid, you'll be shot to pieces." Fendros reminded him.
Janius just grinned back at him, "Not if you and Ahnasha keep them pinned. Lorag, you wanna take the left?"
Sabine kept back near Janius, out of the firing arc of the archers, but she was getting restless. It was her that exposed herself first, virtually forcing Fendros to take another shot at the hunters on the raised platform. The shot was on target this time, but was slowed by the mage's ward before it could do any damage.
The scurry into the next chamber was certainly more disheartening. Fendros counted seven well prepared, well entrenched, and certainly well equipped hunters, in addition to an orc bristling with silver weaponry and lycan pelts. Their target. The first and only thing they could do was to duck behind whatever cave formations provided cover from the archers and the mage higher up. Fendros exposed himself for a moment and took a potshot at one of the archers, but he had aimed wide and had to immediately duck back behind his stalagmite to avoid the reciprocal attacks from them. A couple of wooden clacks against the walls behind where he was a second ago justified not sticking his head out for any longer. At least he caused the mage to hesitate with the arrow.
Janius was nearby, Fendros caught his eye with a expression of doubt. "They're in a blasted shieldwall, how to we deal with them?" Fendros hissed to Janius.
Without immediately responding, Janius peeked his head out to get a better look for but a second. "There's only four of them, we might be able to flank them, open them up."
"Don't be stupid, you'll be shot to pieces." Fendros reminded him.
Janius just grinned back at him, "Not if you and Ahnasha keep them pinned. Lorag, you wanna take the left?"
Sabine kept back near Janius, out of the firing arc of the archers, but she was getting restless. It was her that exposed herself first, virtually forcing Fendros to take another shot at the hunters on the raised platform. The shot was on target this time, but was slowed by the mage's ward before it could do any damage.
The tides had turned for the moment as the hunters were now fully engaged. Each pack member had their own opponent now, but there was still a crossfire between them.
Fendros reeled before he was able to take another shot at the Altmer. He opened his eyes to see Meesei's ward covering him. Her face was so unfazed it was unsettling, despite holding a ward against a sustained lightning spell. Getting his wits back, he noticed the crossbowman leveling a shot at Meesei. All Fendros could do in time was to reach over his left shoulder with his right hand and wrench his shield to cover himself while he stood between Meesei and the archer. The bolt pierced through Fendros' shield and stopped an inch away from his face, much to his own shock, but it was enough. he let go of the shield, letting the side of the bolt rest on his shoulder rather than the shield falling back onto his back, and drew and arrow to shoot the man before he could reload. The marksmanship potion was apparently still in effect, as this time the arrow hit the man directly in the chest, piercing through his hardened leather cuirass and causing him to stumble to the floor.
Elsewhere, Sabine didn't waste any time with the opportunity Lorag presented. She swiped at the Nord again, this time her claws being deflected by the haft of his weapon. The Nord tried to follow through by thrusting the top of his axe at Sabine to try and knock her off balance, but Sabine braced and caught the head of the weapon in her hands, her knees bending to absorb the Nord's momentum. Once the Nord ground to halt, Sabine threw the axe to one side, causing the Nord to readjust to try and stay balanced and opening him up to a bite to the neck from Sabine. The Nord wasn't going to die so easily, it seemed. He managed to hold his axe haft between Sabine and his neck, gritting his teeth while straining to keep the beast at bay. They both stood locked in a contest of strength, pushing against each other.
Janius tried to keep his eyes up with everything. Ahnasha was pinning down the Bosmer who was assailing him, but a shimmer appeared nearby Ahnasha that formed into an Orc that nearly took his packmate's head off had she not dodged. Janius ran and reached out in time to catch the sword hand of the orc woman mid swing in the hook of his axe. Furious, the orc spun and pulled her blade free, quickly flowing into a a flurry of blows that pushed Janius back as he shifted his shield to block them. The orc was so ferocious that Janius had a hard time finding an opening. To give himself space, he lunged forward shield first and tried to bash the woman back. The orc didn't expect the move, but recovered quickly, forcing Janius to pull back again so he wouldn't be vulnerable. Placing his shield and axe into a stance that intentionally left one side open, Janius tempted the orc to swing in that particular direction. She took the bait, allowing Janius to parry the blow with his shield, raising it up and displacing the woman's sword arm to a spot where she could not immediately defend Janius' push cut to her throat. She clutched at her neck with her free hand, trying somehow to stem the bleeding, but she still stood. For good measure, Janius brought his axe back and swung down on her shoulder. Without the strength to defend herself, the orc was slain.
Back with Sabine's fight, the Nord was powerful, but Sabine proved that even though she was a small lycan, she was still a lycan. Sweeping her claws upwards at the Nord, she raked her claws across his armoured torso to little effect, but slammed him with enough force to knock his feet out of place and cause the contest to break in her favour. The Nord tried to regain his footing, but was pushed back by Sabine until he fell to the ground and was silenced. Not stopping to feed, Sabine spotted the Bosmer crouching behind a table and jumped for her. A panicked arrow flew wide before Sabine ravaged the hunter, letting blood fly with the scene obscured by the turned table that had served as her cover.
With the desperate scene around them, the Imperial fighting Lorag turned tail and bolted for the next chamber, limping as he went. There was a moment where he was within sight of Ahnasha and Fendros, prompting Fendros to take a shot and miss. Ahnasha still had a shot, but it would mean more information getting to the enemy if he was to escape.
The mage, in full concentration against Meesei, held her ground knowing that her ward would not hold if she were to move.
Fendros reeled before he was able to take another shot at the Altmer. He opened his eyes to see Meesei's ward covering him. Her face was so unfazed it was unsettling, despite holding a ward against a sustained lightning spell. Getting his wits back, he noticed the crossbowman leveling a shot at Meesei. All Fendros could do in time was to reach over his left shoulder with his right hand and wrench his shield to cover himself while he stood between Meesei and the archer. The bolt pierced through Fendros' shield and stopped an inch away from his face, much to his own shock, but it was enough. he let go of the shield, letting the side of the bolt rest on his shoulder rather than the shield falling back onto his back, and drew and arrow to shoot the man before he could reload. The marksmanship potion was apparently still in effect, as this time the arrow hit the man directly in the chest, piercing through his hardened leather cuirass and causing him to stumble to the floor.
Elsewhere, Sabine didn't waste any time with the opportunity Lorag presented. She swiped at the Nord again, this time her claws being deflected by the haft of his weapon. The Nord tried to follow through by thrusting the top of his axe at Sabine to try and knock her off balance, but Sabine braced and caught the head of the weapon in her hands, her knees bending to absorb the Nord's momentum. Once the Nord ground to halt, Sabine threw the axe to one side, causing the Nord to readjust to try and stay balanced and opening him up to a bite to the neck from Sabine. The Nord wasn't going to die so easily, it seemed. He managed to hold his axe haft between Sabine and his neck, gritting his teeth while straining to keep the beast at bay. They both stood locked in a contest of strength, pushing against each other.
Janius tried to keep his eyes up with everything. Ahnasha was pinning down the Bosmer who was assailing him, but a shimmer appeared nearby Ahnasha that formed into an Orc that nearly took his packmate's head off had she not dodged. Janius ran and reached out in time to catch the sword hand of the orc woman mid swing in the hook of his axe. Furious, the orc spun and pulled her blade free, quickly flowing into a a flurry of blows that pushed Janius back as he shifted his shield to block them. The orc was so ferocious that Janius had a hard time finding an opening. To give himself space, he lunged forward shield first and tried to bash the woman back. The orc didn't expect the move, but recovered quickly, forcing Janius to pull back again so he wouldn't be vulnerable. Placing his shield and axe into a stance that intentionally left one side open, Janius tempted the orc to swing in that particular direction. She took the bait, allowing Janius to parry the blow with his shield, raising it up and displacing the woman's sword arm to a spot where she could not immediately defend Janius' push cut to her throat. She clutched at her neck with her free hand, trying somehow to stem the bleeding, but she still stood. For good measure, Janius brought his axe back and swung down on her shoulder. Without the strength to defend herself, the orc was slain.
Back with Sabine's fight, the Nord was powerful, but Sabine proved that even though she was a small lycan, she was still a lycan. Sweeping her claws upwards at the Nord, she raked her claws across his armoured torso to little effect, but slammed him with enough force to knock his feet out of place and cause the contest to break in her favour. The Nord tried to regain his footing, but was pushed back by Sabine until he fell to the ground and was silenced. Not stopping to feed, Sabine spotted the Bosmer crouching behind a table and jumped for her. A panicked arrow flew wide before Sabine ravaged the hunter, letting blood fly with the scene obscured by the turned table that had served as her cover.
With the desperate scene around them, the Imperial fighting Lorag turned tail and bolted for the next chamber, limping as he went. There was a moment where he was within sight of Ahnasha and Fendros, prompting Fendros to take a shot and miss. Ahnasha still had a shot, but it would mean more information getting to the enemy if he was to escape.
The mage, in full concentration against Meesei, held her ground knowing that her ward would not hold if she were to move.
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Posts might be a little slower from me today. I've got a big assignment to work on.
Posts might be a little slower from me today. I've got a big assignment to work on.
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