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| 主 ajimeister | Apr 25 2017, 02:25 AM Post #31 |
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A harsh staccato of gunfire emanated through the sewer as Ruslan attempted to stave off the horde for his comrades to continue. It was as he opened fire that the soldier could witness the devastation that the volley of lead had wrought upon the disfigured and enlarged rats that clamored in massed formation to rend their flesh. With every flash of the muzzle could the man witness one that had fallen, and then another, followed by countless others as the submachine gun, well-suited for such combat, performed admirably. He could hear the screeches and inhuman shrieks of the skeevers as they fell to the ground, their advance temporarily halted by a hail of bullets that rained upon them. But that was only for a fleeting moment. Alas, like all complex weapons mechanical in function did a dilemma pose itself to the private as he unloaded his magazine, who, in fright began to curse a storm of expletives. A jam, a misfire perhaps, had rendered his submachine gun useless; little time did the man have to clear the issue before the horde of rats would set themselves upon him. It was thus, that the soldier, having done his part, began to flee in the direction of the others. The sheer numbers of such an enemy were not worth standing put and continuing to fight, of that he was certain. Some amongst his peers would have thought otherwise, that it was his duty as a knight to fight to the last breath, die making a final stand. But that was an antediluvian notion. With a clank of steel upon steel, and a slosh of sabatons upon sludge, the knight moved to regroup with his comrades, rats close behind in pursuit. An orifice within the sewers was where they had remained hidden, a smaller capillary amidst the arteries of pipes that transported countless amounts of waste from the city of Dandelion and put out to the neighboring lands that bordered the hive. It was a chokepoint useful in deterring perhaps the plethora of oversized rodents that charged forth with such speed, but even then it would only be a matter of time before the group was overwhelmed. There was only so much ammunition that Ruslan had on his person; with his ranged weapons no longer operational there was little that a mere longsword could do against the denizens of the darkness that they had found themselves escaping from. "Aspect of Ifrit! Inferno!" With a great roar was it that Mattock, emerging from the offshoot in which the others were hunkered, turned to face the approaching swarm with great vigor. Gone was the timid complexion, the ever wilting posture of the muscular former mafioso as he moved to brave the masses of fur and litany of dark, beady eyes; in its place was a warrior clad in a suit, a man wreathed in an aura of green flames and imbued with a great fire within his belly. Brandishing his wrenches–burning too in that same otherworldly light, the man stood his ground in a defensive stance, rooted like a stout tree ready to bear the incoming storm. The splashing of hundreds of paws grew closer, and closer, and ever closer, crescendoing into a noise not unlike that of copious amounts of rain, ever accentuated by squeaks and shrills and chittering as it grew ever louder. But in the span of a few moments, the dreadful chittering, the horrendous noise, they had all changed drastically into shrieks and screams of terror, as the light of green flames illuminated the sewer. In but the span of a few moments time was the task complete; what remaining rats had survived the onslaught had all dispersed, whilst Mattock continued to stand where he was, panting all the while. "All clear?" inquired Ruslan. With a brief attempt at a smile did Mattock wheeze. "All clear." |
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| 裁 Reya Starlyght | Apr 26 2017, 01:52 AM Post #32 |
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Soon after Lilith's and Sayla's timely retreat did Ruslan follow, moving surprisingly fast despite the heavy armor he was wearing that echoed throughout the cavernous depths. Of course, this sound was easily dwarfed by the deafening screeches of oversized rodents, but the mage did her best to imagine it. The private then entered the same small tunnel the others were taking cover in. Lilith looked behind her for a moment, suddenly jolted by the realization that the four might have cowered in a dead end on accident. Luckily, although the slim tunnel was long, she could see the ever faint splash of light at the end. Not having time to think about it, she turned back, just in time to see Mattock charge out of his hunkered position, directly at the bloodthirsty vermin. Her mouth stood partially agape as she witnessed Mattock go up in flames, the eerie green light of it all engulfing the large cavern. The large, horrendous rats, now fully illuminated, were either swallowed up by the murky flames or turned tail and fled. The man himself was completely transformed, almost taken over by the fire that danced on his skin, a bravery that possessed his very being. Yet all too soon did that light that brought both joy and chills to Lilith blink out, almost as abrupt as how it had came to be. With it, the abominations of sewer animals also dissipated, into the depths of the under city. Something about the situation told the mage the four wouldn't have to worry about the horde for the rest of their journey. Nor would they have to worry about Mattock's loyalty, or at least she hoped. Lilith, whose head was now cleared from any pressing issues, once again turned her attention to the faint light she had spotted before everything had been doused in a much greener hue. Sure enough, the sliver was still there, barely noticeable by her eye, but as her gaze drifted to Sayla, it was obvious that the dark-skinned woman could make out something else, as her brown eyes were opened to their full capacity. "What do you see?" the mage asked, even as Mattock and Ruslan were exchanging words. "That looks like a base of some sort," she responded with a low voice, "or perhaps a way leading to one." Lilith's apprehensive look melted into that of two things, relief, that they had found something, and terror, that now the group would have to approach such a thing. Beckoning with her hand for Ruslan and Mattock to come over, she then proceeded to point at the distant light, speaking for the other woman. "Sayla thinks that light might belong to a base of some sorts. It's possible that could be the entrance to the Dark Knives' network of sorts we've been looking for. I think it would be wise for us to investigate the matter, whatever it is. Personally, I think the sooner we get out of this place, the better." |
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| 主 ajimeister | Apr 27 2017, 02:54 AM Post #33 |
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A light at the end of the tunnel. Faint, ever scarcely able to be seen in all other circumstances, but in the pitch dark of the sewers it stood out, with dim rays of light–flickering ever so slightly–illuminating faintly the area surrounding the perceived exit that Lilith and Sayla had perceived. In stark contrast to the distinct curvature of the sewer system did it seem that there was another orifice integrated into the impromptu passageway, a worn, wooden door illuminated by the light of a lantern that hung atop. Surely, this was an exit, if not the location of the elusive hideout of the Dark Knives that they were to find perhaps? Slinging his submachine-gun–no longer operational–over his shoulder did the man begin to wade behind both Sayla and Lilith, with a firm grasp on the hilt of his blade all the while. This gaggle of ne'er do wells, these miscreants whom had been responsible for the wanton and senseless slaughter of that young man from before, could very well have established a base of operations past that very wooden door, a staging ground where they had, until now, managed to roam about and commit to their less than savory actions with nary a consequence. That period of time in which they had reached their climax by feeding off of the denizens of Dandelion was over; these folk were a tumor upon the lesion that was the city, and it was his duty as a Knight to excise such a threat if at all possible. Mulling over this concept did the man continue to wade through the sewers with a close hand upon his longsword, bridging the meters upon meters that lay between the party and the light. Yet, there appeared still an issue in the form of what unknown things lurked beyond the door that the quartet presumed was the hideout of the Dark Knives. Had they anticipated their arrival? Was it that Mattock's usage of magic and the subsequent elimination of the skeevers had attracted their attention? Could it be that this location, this entrance that they had stumbled upon, was not even a hideout of the Dark Knives in the first place? The possibilities were many, the plenitude of tangents, infinite. Meters soon turned into paces, as the quartet began with speed to reach the light at the end of the tunnel. After the encounter with the skeevers and other denizens of the dark, it seemed unlikely that any of them presumed it a good idea to stay behind and explore the sewers once more; compounded was this by the fact that the alcove at the end whereupon the door was located was possibly one of the entrances into the haunt of the ever elusive criminals that had, according to Lilith, begun to pervade the city whereupon he had been garrisoned at. Performing reconnaissance, if not putting an end to the operation if possible was ideal indeed; the least that they could do was pinpoint the precise location of the underground entrance within the depths of the city's sewage system and report back; a torrent of armed and armored soldiers would probably be better suited to the task if things proved far too dangerous for the four of them to handle. Ultimately however, that was a decision that the private left up to Lilith. Looking at the mage did the man lift up his visor, with a solemn complexion upon his visage. "Do we go in, or head back? Your call." |
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| 裁 Reya Starlyght | Apr 28 2017, 02:46 AM Post #34 |
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Ruslan and Mattock had no objections, so the group followed the light. Or really, they approached it, considering the lantern illuminating a wooden door wasn't moving. Rusted rod iron and broken glass encased an extremely melted candle, suggesting that whomever was supposed to be caretaker of the contraption hadn't visited in a long time. If that was the case, Lilith pondered for a second why the flame wasn't extinguished, but then she recalled where the four were. No wind would be coming to snuff the poor thing out, that much was certain. The door itself was in a bit better condition, but still the edges of the frame didn't fit exactly, or at least at the top and bottom. Whomever had created the door, however, was rather precise on the vertical sides, suggesting that a lock of some sorts was in place. Of course that was before the mage noticed the locking mechanism was faced towards the four. A bit ominous, to say the least. Perhaps this wasn't the entrance to one of the Dark Knives' hideouts like she assumed it was. Maybe it was a cell of some sort, made to hold a prisoner, or maybe more of the over sized rats lurked behind. Cautiously, Lilith put her ear to the door, trying to listen for any sounds that would give away what lay behind it. Eerie silence followed, however. Either the room was abandoned, or the people or things behind it were very good at staying still. The mage disliked the fact that the private had turned to her for advice. In her opinion, Mattock was clearly more skilled and Sayla more knowledgeable of the Dark Knives. Or was it the fact that Ruslan was still having difficulty trusting the two former faction members? Although, if that was the case then why would he ask the advice of Lilith, a girl that he barely knew aside from the fact that she knew a lot about Dandelion, could shoot a pistol, and saw through ropes with a knife? Had the mage been in the private's circumstance, she would have taken the initiative herself. "I think whatever is behind this door hasn't been in contact with the world in a long time. It could just be a room or if we're lucky a long forgotten entrance to a hideout," she responded, not answering the question. Her actions told all, however, as the brown-haired girl removed her ear from the wooden door, turned the lock on the knob, then grasped the handle itself, slowing rotating her wrist as to open it. Pushing forward, a few creaks emulated through the hinges, yet there was no sound of stirring, no harsh yelp of gunfire. The room, with a simple dirt floor, stone walls, a bench, and several barrels of supplies, was empty. Nothing to note of, no doors beyond the one Lilith had opened, no secret passages. Stepping inside, the mage spoke, mostly to herself but at an audible level. "There has to be something of value here..." |
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| 主 ajimeister | Apr 29 2017, 05:58 AM Post #35 |
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A door that hadn't been in contact with the world for a long time. A possible haven whereupon the elements of the Dark Knives had fortified. The possibilities behind what lay behind the splintered wood, ever bolstered by tarnished iron and rust-speckled hinges, were far too many for the soldier to fathom for him to proceed properly. There were far too many risks in proceeding through the door without any prior knowledge of what lurked within, unbeknownst to the quartet, far too fraught with potential dangers for the knight to move in unawares. Yet at the same time, the same dilemma presented itself in staying any further within the sewers; the horde of skeevers was something that they had managed to elude by equal parts sheer luck and the magical prowess of Mattock. Were it that any more unsavory encounters were to transpire within the deepest recesses of the makeshift and squalid tunnel system, the chances were likely that they would not be so fortunate. Thus was it that the man, indecisive, sought instead counsel from the other members in the party. Mattock was a strong fellow, gifted with both brawn and magical fortitude, but ultimately his behavior indicated that he would not be well-suited for situations such as this particular fork in the road. Strength in arms and magic meant little to nothing with this specific occurrence. Sayla was still an unknown to the knight however; though it had been gleaned that she possessed information on the Dark Knives, thus far what little information they could discern had been admittedly scant. There was a particular jenesaisquoi about her that made the soldier feel all the while suspicious, almost as if she secretly still held ties with the organization that she claimed no longer to be affiliated with. In all retrospect, it was probably just paranoia, yet at the same time the issue's base lay within the fact that the man still felt uneasy about her. Trust is earned, after all, and Sayla had yet to demonstrate to Ruslan that he could trust her. With that in mind did the man proceed to avail himself of what Lilith could offer to the table; comparatively she was slightly more trustworthy than the former Dark Knives associate after all. Morose and standoffish as she might have been at times, there was a particular quality about her that the knight sensed, a characteristic decisiveness fitting of one who could arbitrate over what choice to make in a situation such as this. Apart from combat, Mattock seemed far too indecisive over the prospects of what the man had inquired; so too did the Seveni find it hard to discern a proper choice that did not result in a series of unfortunate mishaps for the party. Less so could be stated for the mage, evidenced by how she had handled the people at the warehouse upon the knight's entrance. Indeed, taking initiative did the young mage act, slowly but surely opening the door. As she did so did the knight and Mattock too prepare for a potential fight at hand; mumbling an incantation did the private stay a hand close by the grip of his blade, while the suit-clad former mafioso brandished his wrenches once more in a defensive position. And as the mage stepped in, so too did they move to flank her. Only to find nothing. Within the room proper were some barrels of supplies, a bench, and little else that the knight could perceive. It was a dark room, almost as austere as the dormitories back within the Academy; little else could be seen after all. Surely there was something of value here? Or perhaps it was simply a bust? Peering through the dark did the private try in vain to glean what he could of what lay within the barrels. But it was far too removed from any source of light for him to discern what truly lay within those receptacles. "Mattock, light." "Light's out, same goes for my magic," replied he sheepishly, almost apologetically. Stifling a sigh, the soldier continued to mull over the dilemma for a moment, before an alternative tact came to mind. As it manifested did Ruslan draw his blade, stabbing the longsword through the admittedly spartan dirt floor. "Where there is darkness, I shall bear the torch." And in response did the weapon flourish with flames. The issue with lighting now resolved, Ruslan peeked over once more to perceive what lay within the barrels located within the seemingly dilapidated storeroom, which, despite the room's age and seeming lack of activity, were bereft of any mold, any undue weathering or deficiencies typical of such constructs over the course of time. And as he scrutinized what lay inside the barrels, so too did the knight's face contort, ever perturbed. "Arlan Almighty....it's Salt." |
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| 裁 Reya Starlyght | May 2 2017, 01:53 AM Post #36 |
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Lilith's fingers traced the bench located in the storage room of sorts, not being able to see much besides the outline of the wooden structure in the darkness. As Ruslan lit the room using a magical effect on his sword, after it seemed Mattock could no longer do so, the mage's hand revealed not a fine line of dust or decay. Someone, or something, had either been inhabiting the piece of furniture or had repetitively attacked it with a duster recently. "That's odd," the mage stated, although it was, for all intents and purposes, drown out by Gudleifr's exclamation of the fact that something sinister lay in the wooden barrels strewn across the room. Salt, the infamous narcotic whose reach expanded far and wide despite it's dangerous and addictive nature. Lilith was not surprised to see it in a room such as this, especially after considering Ruslan had gotten information out of the woman she had once held at knifepoint about it. The blue-eyed girl didn't understand exactly why two gangs fought over such a substance, or why it was consumed in the first place over safer things like Boscan Grass or just plain old alcohol, but the popularity of the drug was something she couldn't deny. The real question was why the Dark Knives, or really it could be anyone, had put the valuable item in the old, isolated room the four were currently inhabiting. With a lock facing outwards, the storage room certainly didn't do much in terms of protecting anything in it. Unless of course that lock was supposed to scare one away from opening the door in the first place. The room was in a very inconspicuous position, after all. It has been sheer luck that the group had found it. Luck and giant mutated rats, she supposed. Another thing that was a bit off about the general area was the fact that the lantern lighting the place looked abandoned, yet the inside of the place looked neat and in order. Then again, like the outward lock perhaps that was just meant as a scare tactic of sorts. Although Lilith personally thought it did the opposite. Regardless, Salt was still the issue at hand. The mage looked over at Sayla for a moment, wondering if the dark-skinned woman would say anything in response to Ruslan. She seemed intent, however, on examining one of the several barrels quietly, or at least for the time. So, Lilith decided to input her observations. "I think it's a bit odd that the inside of this room appears so nice and tidy while the outside looks forlorn. Perhaps this place is supposed to be a pick-up zone of some kind?" Just after saying that, Sayla froze in the fluid motions she was making checking out the insides and outs of one of the barrels. A smile creeped up on the former Dark Knife's face, suggesting she had found something useful. "There's an address carved into the inside of this barrel. It's written in Boscan, but it shouldn't take me too long to decipher. The Dark Knives always write communications in that language that way they can make it illegible by the time the authorities or really anyone shows up and not have to risk someone eying the words. That is if they're not fluent in Boscan," Sayla explained, tracing her fingers over the address whilst doing so. In a moment, she pulled out a paper and a pen, wrote the translation down, and promptly handed it to the private. |
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| 主 ajimeister | May 3 2017, 04:54 PM Post #37 |
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"There's an address carved into the inside of this barrel. It's written in Boscan, but it shouldn't take me too long to decipher. The Dark Knives always write communications in that language that way they can make it illegible by the time the authorities or really anyone shows up and not have to risk someone eying the words. That is if they're not fluent in Boscan." With a crinkled paper in hand did Ruslan begin to peruse what Sayla had been able to glean off of the inscriptions present within the barrel, all the while with a furrowed brow present upon his complexion. The Dark Knives had, in their attempts to conceal their tracks, etched their barrels in Boscanisch; indeed a clever attempt to flummox any would-be investigators while at the same time concealing information in a script that they were able to decipher. But ultimately, the usage of such a language could only get them so far. Within the facility that Lilith speculated was a storage room did both Sayla and Ruslan continue to eye the translations and the Boscan script, working in tandem to decipher them all the while. Sayla herself, having once been affiliated with the Dark Knives, seemed able to understand Boscan; so too had it been that the soldier was familiar as well with the language. A year of serving on the western front had with it come various opportunities and moments whereupon the litany of routine patrols through villages and towns had necessitated communications with its residents. Granted, in comparison to the lass, his Boscan was mediocre; learning on the fly could only help so much after all. Yet, in conjunction could it be possible for the both of them to effectively glean what had been etched upon the sides of the barrels that contained the ever so addictive substance. "359 Lager Street, Complex #3. " Upon this revelation did the private fold the sheet of paper neatly, before handing it back to Sayla with an appreciative nod. As fate would have it, Lager Street would without a doubt be extremely easy to locate; the stretch of dock that the quartet had traversed in order to glean the location of the Dark Knives' redoubt was that very road. The only issue now, lay within finding where Complex #3 was; yet at this development did Ruslan maintain his composure. They had a fair amount of time to cover ground and discern the location of the complex before things reached a head; furthermore was it possible that reinforcements from Command Post would also arrive to begin sweeping the docks in a zealous pursuit of the Dark Knives and the Aozaki-Kai. Were it that the Dark Knives were far more formidable than what the group could withstand, it would be wise for them to avail themselves of the sheer might that the Knights had to bring to the table. Ruslan grasped his blade once more, before freeing it from its position in the dirt floor. As he did so, so too did the knight begin to move, walking with a clamor toward the exit. The lock that opened from outside was something that bothered the soldier much indeed; alongside the barrels–marked and addressed no less–did it seem increasingly possible that perhaps this was a trap. The sooner they got out of here, the better it would be. Yet at the same time, there was no denying that the room, though austere in design, was a treasure trove of information. Leaving no stone unturned would paradoxically, be wise in this case. "I'll keep watch outside," stated he to his colleagues. "Let me know when you're done searching the room." Yet, only a few paces from the wooden door was he when it suddenly closed with a resounding slam, followed by a jingling of keys and an ever present clicking noise. The lock. "Well, I'll be." |
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| 裁 Reya Starlyght | May 7 2017, 03:41 AM Post #38 |
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The address foretold on the slip of paper was one Lilith recognized, not from her past but from the very same day. The girl wondered for a moment if the room they were standing currently in was directly under this so-called 359 Lager Street. Then again, although the mage could remember the twists and turns taken from the entrance to the sewers, she knew not the pinpointed location of the building in question. At that point, anything could be possible in terms of the address's location. For all the group knew, there could be two Lager Streets in Dandelion. Giving no further instructions did Ruslan walk out of the small storage area, taking the group's only source of light with him. While the knight's reasoning certainly did make a degree of sense, it would be hard for the remaining three that stayed inside to search effectively. Still, the brunette-haired girl followed instructions, starting to further scour the room, or at least until the old wooden door slammed shut, and the vague sound of a click echoed through the group. Darkness engulfed Lilith, Sayla, and Mattock, all three unknowing of what was occurring outside. "Ruslan, unlock the door please!" Lilith yelled, although in a relatively nonpanicked voice. The private at that moment would be in more danger then the three stuck inside, or at least the mage hoped that was the case. She couldn't really see anything, after all. A light slowly flickered on, the result of Sayla striking the igniter of a lighter she had gotten a hold of from one of her pockets. It wasn't much, but the flame was more than enough for the group to notice a singular fact, the walls were getting closer. "Alright, we really need some help now! Try to push against the walls, I guess?" In an instant, Lilith's level-headedness dissipated, replaced with a fear that caused the mage to frantically take her own advice. She pushed with all her might, not looking to see what Mattock and Sayla were doing. On her side, the blue-eyed girl's efforts seemed fruitless. |
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| 主 ajimeister | May 11 2017, 02:44 AM Post #39 |
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"Ruslan, unlock the door please!" Upon hearing those muffled words did the knight swivel promptly upon the balls of his feet; completely flummoxed as to how the door had locked itself in the first place. He had just maneuvered to stand sentinel outside the frame of iron and wood when it had closed with all undue haste, much to the surprise of the man. It was almost as if the door had closed and locked all its own by means of magic, or worse yet, by someone who had eluded his gaze. Then again, if any person were to assail the storage room, there was no doubt that he would be at a disadvantage; he in his resplendent armor of articulated plate and chainmail was no doubt visible in what little had been illuminated by the candle; any particular opponents far less so. "On it!" replied the knight as he placed a firm grasp upon the door once more, with longsword in his other hand. For all means and purposes, the lock on the door was ultimately naught but a mere lock. Disabling or utterly destroying the lock by any possible means would no doubt suffice in allowing the trio safe passage from the room whereupon they had been trapped. But ultimately it was just as he had craned his neck to perceive the issue that the knight found himself reeling, staggering backward in excruciating pain. Clutching his stomach did the private continue to look with shock and surprise, at what had at first felt like a particularly hard punch that had mitigated his armor. Nay, it was not a punch; rather it was a quarrel that had lodged within his breastplate, just barely able to penetrate and draw blood. Yet, in warping the articulated steel the bolt had accomplished its task admirably; droplets of maroon begun to trickle from the soldier's abdomen, melding with rainwater and sewage. "Haaa!" A blur of grey and a flash of brown, did the soldier spot that emerged from the darkness, and so too did he attempt to strike, performing a thrust with his blade. But alas was the private too late; in but a mere second did that silhouette vanish, as another quarrel lodged itself within Ruslan's armor, an attack that failed to penetrate upon the leg. Was this someone who possessed speed that bordered on the inhuman perhaps? Nay, as the furious knight performed an under-hew in the general direction of where the silhouette had been spotted, only to find that his attack–surely suitable in such quarters–did not connect. Magic was the only explanation for such a dilemma, teleportation magic at that. Truly, a potent equalizer in combat. Back against the door did the soldier continue to fight, holding a defensive posture against the apparent mage that had managed to cripple and wound him so. Would it be that another quarrel would come hurtling at his direction, to lodge itself within his armor and ultimately render the man little but a mere corpse upon the floor? Nay, were it that the figure did not move close enough for the crossbow to be utilized to maximum effect, those quarrels that the weapon had utilized would ultimately fail to penetrate. Reflexes and timing; nowhere was this more important than now. The next appearance of the figure was something that he needed to resolve as quickly and efficiently as possible; any less would spell certain death. He did not disappoint. No sooner had the mage manifest once again to draw the crossbow did the knight, poised to act, perform a murder stroke with his longsword, slamming the pommel into the cowled head of the aggressor. And as his opponent fell down, completely and utterly neutralized, so too did the man sheathe his blade, before attempting to search the person for any items of value: a skeleton key, speckled with rust. Perhaps this could lead to something. Holding an armored gauntlet upon his wound did the knight stagger back toward the door whereupon the others had been trapped, before fiddling with difficulty the key and the lock. And thus did an ever reassuring clinking noise emanate from within, as the soldier flung the door wide. "It's open! Get moving!" |
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| 裁 Reya Starlyght | May 11 2017, 07:41 PM Post #40 |
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Anchored not so firmly to the ground, Lilith could hear the distinct struggles of a battle taking place outside. Her mind strayed towards it, wanting oh so badly to help Ruslan but knowing that trying would be futile. The door was sturdier then it looked, as Mattock had already tried to use brute force to knock it down and had failed. More than likely it was some sort of magic preventing it from deteriorating against blows, much like the walls that were certainly not slowing their approach for the three strugglers. If anything, their pace was quickening. After surviving the streets of Dandelion for years, was this how it was going to end, under them? The blue-eyed mage certainly couldn't muster up enough power to transport all three of them out of the room, she wasn't even capable of getting herself out of such a predicament. She felt the heels of her boots connect with Sayla's as both were pushed back farther. Lilith didn't want to die in Dandelion, the city she despised above all others. At that moment, though, she couldn't help but think of the inevitable, as the bench she was previously investigating dug itself into her thighs, only signaling increased distress. By that point, Sayla had turned off the lighter she was holding, for the fact was that there was no longer any need. They were stuck in a death trap. The only they could do was attempt to survive. Grasping her knife with her left hand, Lilith pulled it out and bent over further, attempting to wedge the blade between the encroaching walls and the floor. There was no space in between, though, to fit the edge. The group was officially out of options, or at least in the mage's mind. It was then that the door burst open, along with a shout from the private. Mattock was closest, so he exited first in a frantic sprint. The two girls soon followed, Lilith looking back to see the deceiving storage room end its advance almost immediately after. Even as the room started to retreat back to its usual size, she slammed the door shut just in case another trap was waiting to be sprung. With that taken care of, the spacial mage turned her attention to the hall slash sewer, seeing a figure on the floor in front of Ruslan. She assumed that had been the one that attacked him, but at the moment they were somewhat irrelevant due to the fact that if they weren't dead, they were certainly out cold. What the arrival of such a person meant, though, was a different story. "Someone knows we're here. Sir Gudleifr, is it possible for you to contact the main branch of knights and give them the address, or do we need to get above ground first? Given the current situation that information is probably quite sensitive seeing that someone was guarding it," Lilith stated after taking a deep breath, gesturing to the person on the floor. |
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