Mole
The guards running down the street in force, lighting lanterns, it all seemed so ominous. With the sleeve of his shirt he wiped dust from the window peering out, the room was dark he could see the guards as they ran past below him, one almost saw him hanging back lighting lanterns but ultimately made his way to find his mates. Balian took up his bow and sword throwing his jerkin on over making his way across the small room, key in hand he opened the door he could hear other patrons coming. He jogged down the stairs and spotted the girl he'd seen around the tavern earlier, scarf pulled over her ears he followed suit.
Once on the street he watched as a few others from the tavern had made their way outside, a tall man, his cloak askew caught Balian’s attention and he made his way over, placing the back of his hand on the cloaked male as he made his way up beside him, “What’s going on?” He asked, within earshot of the barmaid.
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Eventually catching up to the guards by the eastern wall they stood, scattered among the market stalls that littered the plaza. “Beasts!” One of the guards yelled before the clatter of sword on axe rang through the bazaar. Balian tried to spot how many were around but it had grown dark, the clouds shifted and the moon lit up the ladder against the wall, another hoofed figure, cloaked climbed over.
“Up there!” He yelled, gesturing slinging his jerkin on he mounted his sword and notched an arrow, he loosed it and hit the beast in but it kept going, undeterred by the marksman. In order to know how many there truly were they’d have to get up on the wall and have a look over, who knew how many waited beyond the wall although Balian had his guess from their appearance and behavior that it was a small raiding party, probably around twenty or so. He dashed for the stairs that lead up to the battlements. Climbing them he found himself face to face with the beast he’d struck with an arrow. Balian took a few cautious steps backwards drawing his sword, both hands on the hilt, he tightened his grip in the slight hesitation. Trying to glance between the embrasure did little good, he was not at the right place to get a good look at the attackers, from the sounds below however a few had already made their way into the town, probably not expecting to get caught.
Balian was charged and raised his sword parrying the blow of an axe, he had nearly crumpled under it, nearly forgetting their brute strength. The fight went back and forth for a couple of minutes, but neither one could land the blow. The ranger found himself backed into a corner, he looked down upon impending doom and scowled before with all his might kicking the beast in the guttural area. He’d almost lost his own balance, catching himself the beast was left open having had to regain it’s own footing. It was quick, the lunge that brought about the end, the blade of the sword swallowed whole by the creature’s throat. Balian pulled his weapon free as the beast hit the ground and had spotted two more coming down the battlements, he cursed and retreated down the steps back to the bazarr, looking around for any of his fellow adventurers or guards.
“Up there!” He yelled, gesturing slinging his jerkin on he mounted his sword and notched an arrow, he loosed it and hit the beast in but it kept going, undeterred by the marksman. In order to know how many there truly were they’d have to get up on the wall and have a look over, who knew how many waited beyond the wall although Balian had his guess from their appearance and behavior that it was a small raiding party, probably around twenty or so. He dashed for the stairs that lead up to the battlements. Climbing them he found himself face to face with the beast he’d struck with an arrow. Balian took a few cautious steps backwards drawing his sword, both hands on the hilt, he tightened his grip in the slight hesitation. Trying to glance between the embrasure did little good, he was not at the right place to get a good look at the attackers, from the sounds below however a few had already made their way into the town, probably not expecting to get caught.
Balian was charged and raised his sword parrying the blow of an axe, he had nearly crumpled under it, nearly forgetting their brute strength. The fight went back and forth for a couple of minutes, but neither one could land the blow. The ranger found himself backed into a corner, he looked down upon impending doom and scowled before with all his might kicking the beast in the guttural area. He’d almost lost his own balance, catching himself the beast was left open having had to regain it’s own footing. It was quick, the lunge that brought about the end, the blade of the sword swallowed whole by the creature’s throat. Balian pulled his weapon free as the beast hit the ground and had spotted two more coming down the battlements, he cursed and retreated down the steps back to the bazarr, looking around for any of his fellow adventurers or guards.
