With one Chevalier already down and their battle mage stunned, Serphia had already leapt to engage the three others. This time however another one of her sentinels had managed to catch up with the ferocious assault of their Captain, falling in on the Captain's side as she engaged the first chevalier armed with simple sword and shield.
The chevalier was quick to put himself into the defensive as the 8ft tall Night Elven captain came straight for him with two bloodied blades, raising his shield and stepping back as the first strike glanced across his shield with a force enough to rip the paint off the metal surface! On his left and right, his two comrades were quick to enter into the fight, one wielding a larger, two-handed sword and the other a lighter sword and pistol.
But while the first chevalier was stepping back and away from Serphia, her attention suddenly switched from him and towards one of his approaching allies instead!
As the third chevalier was raising his right hand carrying his pistol for a point blank range shot against Serphia, Serphia had already slashed her right blade out in an upward strike towards his hand. His finger pulled the trigger, but only just after Serphia's blade had hit his hand; effectively slicing off two of his fingers in a clean cut and mangling a third as the pistol was pushed aside and upwards and the shot missed!
The man was about to scream in pain at the received injury, but never received the chance as Serphia had launched her other blade in a forward thrust towards the bottom of his helmet; burying her sword into the side of his neck before immediately retreating it, leaving the man to stumble back with blood gushing out beneath his helmet.
In the meantime, the two other chevaliers had attempted a counter attack, but the sentinel accompanying Serphia had already intervened with her spear, making a lightning fast jab towards the incoming shieldbearer before swiping it around in a dangerous arc towards the claymore wielding chevalier who was forced to stop and parry!
While the sentinel interrupted the two chevaliers, Serphia had spun around to strike at the side of the shield bearer! Although the man managed to react in time to block the initial strike, he did not notice Serphia's leg past his shield that came from below to knock his feet right out from under him! While he fell, Serphia moved to switch place with her spear wielding sister who quickly moved in to ram her spear down into the torso of the fallen chevalier, while the Captain herself continued her unrelenting assault against the claymore wielder!
In the meantime, Rithrynn had ignored whatever commentary that the dwarf might have had about her more than reasonable demand! Instead, her eyes were fixed on the two heavily armored White Hand mercenaries who were now fighting back to back.
Their heavy armor, alongside large shields and defensive teamplay made it difficult for any of her sisters to inflict any deadly blows. Instead, they had formed a semi circle around them were they merely probed for opportunities - of which there were few!
"Great, just great, humans and their fetish for overly big sets of armor! ... what would Liaena have done?"
Rithrynn thought to herself as she aimed another arrow, deciding to shoot past the White Hand heavies and into the flank of the claymore wielding chevalier who was just about to defend himself against Serphia, an action that had some rather horrific consequences for the former. But that was when Rithrynn's eyes suddenly lighted up, and she turned around to face Alissah and Smokey.
"Sorry, I just need these for a moment." Rithrynn quickly explained as she reached out to snatch a pair of dynamite sticks from Smokey's bag. From her understanding, the dwarf had plenty, and wouldn't miss just two!
... even if one of the sticks were fairly big.
Although she had never really used explosives before, at least not intentionally, she had seen them used a couple of times, both in potion form and more conventional powder form. The mechanics were simple enough. Apply fire and make distance!
"Oh, and I need that one as well."
Rithrynn was quick to mention, even if almost as an afterthought, as she reached out to steal Smokey's cigar which she used to light the dynamite. Except that it was not the fuse she set on fire.
"Bronzebeard's balls - that's the wrong way, lassie!" Smokey exclaimed as Rithrynn used the cigar to put fire on the canvas at the butt of the dynamite, which quickly began to burn in a vigorous flame that began to spread to the rest of the stick! On the bright side at least, her lack of expertise within handling explosives were compensated for by her reflexes as she had already tossed the heavy stick towards the two White Hand mercenaries that were shielding one another. Upon seeing the burning stick of dynamite flying through the air, her sisters that had surrounded them were quick to retreat back immediately!
The two heavily armored knights noticed it as well, but with the short fuse(or more correctly, no fuse!) and their heavy armor and shields, were unable to run away in time before the dynamite exploded and send them both flying like steel ragdolls!
Serphia had just smashed the claymore out of the hands of the chevalier she was facing when one of the knights suddenly came flying smoking through the air to knock the chevalier aside, before the knight smashed into the floor only to slide a couple of meters further down along the corridor.
The Captain, who had just seen her defenseless target knocked senseless by the human cannonball, merely blinked for a moment before lowering her swords, and giving Rithrynn an annoyed look.
"What that you?"
"Eh, quick solutions, mistress! We're in a hurry!" Rithrynn explained as she ran across the corridor and past Serphia.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to ask for directions!" Rithrynn answered, as she jumped over to where one of the knights had landed, his armor now dented and literally smoking. There wasn't much movement from him as he lay on the ground, except for the occasional painful grunt. Placing one boot on his shoulder, Rithrynn squatted down over him to grab the bottom of his helmet to pull it up. The man behind it looked like he was pacing back and forth between unconsciousness and consciousness, his eyes literally looking in every direction!
"Wake up!" Rithrynn called out to the White Hand knight as she began to slap him with her steel glove!
"Don't play with the enemy!" Serphia called out as she cleaned her blades against her cloak.
"Uhh... whh... " The knight emitted, his eyes slowly becoming focused on the large, purple face that was hovering over him.
"Where's the dungeon?!" Rithrynn asked loudly.
"I... I would rather die than tell you anything, wench!" The knight called back defiantly from here he lay beaten on the floor. Rithrynn's face turned into a sour pout at his reply, before the sentinel suddenly held up the second stick of dynamite that she had gotten from Smokey's bag. Placing it down into his helmet right next to his face, Rithrynn then nodded as she lowered Smokey's cigar to light the fuse.
"Wish granted!" She said, before lighting the fuse and closing the helmet. A reaction soon followed from the knight, as he began to shake and twitch around in his armor.
"No! NO WAIT! I'LL TALK! I'LL TALK! NO MORE BOOM-BOOM!" The man's muffled voice sounded from beneath his heavy helmet, as Rithrynn reached down once again to open the helmet, but left the fuse still burning.
"Oh, where?" She asked, a small smirk forming on her lips. The knight quickly rose his still functional arm in the air, using his thumb to point down towards the stairs at the end of the corridor while screaming out the details!
"Down t-there, keep going, then a left, then right at the crossroad, and you're there! I swear it's true!" He desperately pleaded! Rithrynn, seeming content with the answer, moved two fingers down to extinguish the fuse next to his face.
"Thanks!" She replied, before raising an arm and launching her steel fist right down into the man's face, knocking him out cold on the spot!
Behind her, having spectated the little interrogation, the rest of the Night Elves had gathered. Serphia, having her first blade and put it back into its sheath, smiled as she looked down at Rithrynn.
"I see the time spent with monkeys has made you more apt in communication with them." Serphia remarked with a sly grin.
"Eh... I think the fear of having your head blown up is quite universal, actually. Heh... eheh." Rithrynn replied as she straightened her back up to meet her Captain in a more ceremonious position. Serphia nodded, before her facial expression suddenly turned a lot more serious again as she looked to the rest of the Night Elves.
"That's enough celebration! We have the location of the dungeon. Get your butts moving, unless you want that midget beating us to the punch!" Serphia called out as she motioned for the rest of the group to advance further inwards!
But as she was about to walk forward, she paused to glare down at the little High Elf who was sitting in her hood.
"And if you want me to continue carrying you around, you better contribute more in fights." Serphia said with a threatening tone as she stared down at Sharon.
"Otherwise I would probably be better off with you in my ass than balancing you on my shoulder!"
