Responsibility belongs not to the name stenciled on the mantel, but to the one who carries the mantle.
11 yrs ago
"Strike me down, and I'll not fight back; Threaten my brothers, and even death will not protect you from my wrath." -- Blackswordkirito I couldn't have said it any better myself.
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The sound of a scream distracted Edgar, and he almost didn't see the Kobold Guard who's attention had also been drawn to the girl as he raced after Ikanus. The guard was approaching slowly, and alone but he wouldn't be far behind Ikanus and Edgar all the same. Edgar changed course, running to intercept the Kobold guard. He couldn't afford to hold back and fight defensively, He'd have to to make the most of what he'd been taught today. He began looking for week points to exploit. In horror Edgar notices that the Kobold guard is ignoring him. Osik! The injured player has aggro on it. Fan-tas-tic! Well Edgar'd known this wan't going to be easy, but maybe he'd get a free hit before everything went snafu.
"Blood, Blast and Blazes!!"
I thrust the spear at the long, relatively unprotected neck, and score a critical hit. Elated I follow through with several smaller skills that can leave the opponent bleeding. Several do, and it looks like I might have this fight in hand quite easily. Then my feet are swept from under me, I'd forgotten about it's tail. The ground knocks the wind out of me, as I have the foresight to keep my shield over me. It's battered several times, while I catch my breath, and I realize that I can't get up without leaving myself vulnerable to attack, which I felt fairly certain would prove lethal for me. Only one thing to do then, I sit up and roll onto my knees, twisting to keep the shield between me and the irate guard.I use the haft of my spear as a steadying brace, to keep the blows on my shield from pushing me over until I could get my knees under me.
Then with a slight shift in shield position, I jab the spear up into the Kobold's belly, scoring another critical hit. Even as the Kobold finally connect with me directly, whipping his morning-star up and over my shield, and down again onto my helm. For a sizable chunk of health, I might be able to take three or four more hits, but then I'd be done. I should have done more grinding before coming out here... Slamming my shield forward to create some distance, I stagger to my feet and step back, just out of it's tail's reach. Unfortunately my spear was still lodged in it's belly, so I rapidly puled a small ax from my inventory, and brace for the coming follow up attack. It lands, and I strike low, but miss, it's legs are to far back for me to reach. I side step, turning again to keep facing the koblod as it strikes again, and I lash out at a shoulder... I must have scored another critical hit, because I severed the arm, not hesitating I strike again, knowing that I'll need to finish this now. Shield bash, strike, strike, dodge back, charge in with another shield bash, and basic skill. Suddenly I was in the middle of a cloud of exploding shards, startled I stumble back, falling to the ground again. Sitting up I look around quickly, and see Ikanus kneeling over the injured player, and the other guard holding to it's post.
With a sigh of relief I collect my loot and spear before shambling over to the Injured player, seeing it's a girl, and flop down next her, maybe a tad to close for personal comfort, but I'm asleep before I hit the ground. Today had drained me more than I had realized, and with all the temporary stat boosts wearing off, it was more than I could do to stay awake of my own accord.
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Isa considered his options. He didn't have many to think about. If he went to the cops, He'd lose his firearm and probably end up in custody himself for a bit, since he didn't have any identification. Though he could just say his wallet was stolen, that would still leave him with no good references and a weapon in a NYPD station... that didn't appeal to him, but he could still chat with a few officers elsewhere. He attempted to casually ask about the raid to a few officers, saying he'd heard it was raided but wanted to know more, since a cousin of his had been there once. If they turned him down, he'd shrug and move on to find other officers elsewhere to ask. He kept any eye on the time, as he wanted to visit the club a little after noon.