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Post by Vaitris on Dec 1, 2021 18:47:21 GMT -6
The halfling girl slipped through the branches of his barrier, squirreling away into the woods. Now was the time in a real fight where he would summon some kind of dog, a shikigami with senses keen enough to track quarry and determination enough not to let it go. With teeth to harry and grasp and weight enough to bring his target down.
But his puppet was still pathetically weak. Two songbirds alone were stretching his power. A single-horned ruha with the same would have been beaten for such a failing in the academy. The shame of it burned through him. It was in the tension of his muscles, and the tightness in his jaw. And it was not something he should inadvertently turn on a halfling girl.
His tail swished once in a wide arc then stilled as he stood quietly, considering. One of the birds fluttered off in Zavijah’s direction, behaving as it had before when it had just been following and observing. The other perched on his shoulder, huddled close to his neck. It was still dripping rain and there was mud in the feathering on his front legs. Attentively keeping a watch for the child and any other half-hearted attacks, he turned and walked away to seek a stream. And then perhaps a place to meditate.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Dec 1, 2021 20:14:18 GMT -6
zavijah:
She frowned as she watched the little pony. . . .she was not pleased that he left one of his 'pets' hovering near where she was. . . .all the while he acted as though he was disinterested and walked away. . .
He planned to keep an eye on her, does he? . . .such a violation of privacy. . .what? Does he plan apon knowing when she bathes and where? . . . her hunting habits? She was not about to be forced to go into this level of hiding due to an arrogant child. . . . .If he wishes to keep his damnable pet on her, she will have her sword on him. . .
So she reached for her snake talisman and activated it. . . becoming invisible once more. . .
"Gúþhelm" she spoke in a low growl. . .
A greatsword of a blackened metal. . . one known to her kind as Dragonebony, began to rip from the ground. . .tearing and burning at the roots and muddled earth as though a fire pit was being born into the earth. . . the blade looked alive. . .Yet she had it move as though it was in someone's hands. . . .in a way, yes it was. . . yet it was not. . . it suddenly raised and flicked away to an angle, staying where it was, as though someone had grasped hold of it and flicked off what debris was on the blade's edge. . . as if flicking blood off of its edge.
The blackened blade was rather heavy, with a slit down partially the middle near the hilt, as though it was made to catch and break blades caught within. . . the sides along this opening appeared reinforced. . . not to the untrained eye, but to those with a past of blacksmithing. . . it was there. . . the hand guards had 'hooks' or 'talons' per say that would make removing the fingers or disarming the user more difficult than should it of had no hand guard. the blade itself was a sleek tapering edge. Almost as if someone fused two Lombok Keris Pamor together in a seemless manner, the handguards aimed away from the central point, and fusing together at the hilt and a 5th of the way up the blade. . . . The blade, itself was a 5 foot weapon. . . the handle, 1 foot of ornately carved blackened metal. A particular demonhunter's level of craftsmanship marking whom had forged the weapon. . .
The air around it felt tightened and heavy. . .as if fear and anxiety threatened to overtake one whom stands too close. . . it felt angry. . . yet it was just a sword, was it not? . . . It was following him as if someone had a weapon out and was stalking him. . . Keeping its distance yet edging ever so closer. . . like a predator on the prowl. The weapon floating and moving as though someone unseen was approaching. . . following the quadrupedal solider.
She will very slowly follow. . . using the pitter patter of rain to move leaves to allow her leave without exposing where she was. . .
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Post by Vaitris on Dec 7, 2021 20:34:17 GMT -6
Following the sound of gurgling water revealed a brook not too far off. As he walked he could hear the shift of vegetation behind him, knew the sword was following because he could glimpse it through his shikigami’s eyes, but didn’t turn to witness it with his own.
Kazan dipped his front hooves into the stream and cold sluiced through his thin fur. The water rose well over his fetlocks and he swished his legs through it one at a time, watching the dirt spin away in the weak current. Despite the ominous presence of the sword he took his time, bending over to rub the last bits off with his fingers, before rising to see the weapon hanging there, waiting.
He smiled at it. Such a large thing for a tiny halfling. And apparently magicked to strike fear into the victim. Interesting. “I know you are there.” Kazan stated, somewhat louder than his normal cool tone, but still far from a yell. “I do not believe you would be invited to any more alchemy classes if the WDSA knew you were a murderer.”
Even as he acted casual, the small bird on his shoulder watched the blade’s tip attentively, body quivering in readiness. The centaur picked his way out of the stream, freshly cleaned hooves clacking loudly on stone. “Had you really wanted to harm me, you would have already done so. Tell me though, where did you come by these tricks?”
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Dec 9, 2021 10:07:21 GMT -6
zavijah: She continued on her way, climbing up a tree that was plenty thick and strong enough to keep from bending under her weight, save for the large old tree she had sacrificed to set the trap off. . . . If an exploding puppet was not enough of a warning for the stubborn mule to leave her be-worse, the fool decided to try and stalk her with one of his constructs. . . Perhaps a stench bomb would be abit more persuasive. . . . .A much more subtle response to his bickering, she thinks, since blowing up a puppet was too obtuse. She moved to where she was overhead between Kazan and Gúþhelm. . . All the while, she had Gúþhelm cut away at foliage as though it was her slicing away at the thicket to move it out of her way. . . He took quite a long time to clean himself, giving her plenty of time to carefully get to where she needed to be and prepare. . . . Let him assume he has gotten the better of her. . . She merely had a stench bomb at the ready. . . . and waited for the child to clean himself. . .He seems to believe he hath won. . . All the while, the sword remained at the ready. . . waiting. . . it did not speak because it was a sword. . . unknowing to Kazan, just quite literally one of her greatswords. . . .Amusing she has not aimed for him until this moment, yet he accuses her of being a murderer when he had just dropped a tree on her head- or rather attempted to do so. . . after following her and annoying her. . .what did they call it? Harassment? Though true, She does not expect them to be all the welcoming to her. . . though this was due to her being a halfblood rather than what she did for a living. . . She merely lit the fuse and held it for a moment as he continued to speak directly underneath her, all in a well timed strike of a nearby tree by Gúþhelm. . . causing the tree to stagger in place. . . threatening to fall as the branches of the much larger tree far behind the both of them fell as the flames weakened the connections between the large and long reaching branches from the smoldering trunk.. . . .
A wordless reply was far louder than any war cry. . . . she then dropped it where it would land on his back. . . for a moment, it would remain invisible. . . before suddenly appearing. . . .She only gave it enough time to land apon his back before in a sudden outburst. . .the half pony was engulfed in the stench bomb. . .
The smell would make that of a skunk seem pleasant and palatable compared to the vile and foul stench that radiated from the blast. . . And to make matters worse- she added 'Ghost Reaper' peppers from the valley of stone. . . .seeing they had a much higher acidity than the peppers she was using prior. . . . dried and prepared them just as she normally did, so it was both a pepper spray, and a stench bomb. . .all in one boom. . . Perhaps he was right about one thing of her. . . She was going to murder him, but not in particularly him. . . rather, his ego, or pride. . . it did not matter to her, since he seemed too dim, or perhaps too stubborn to leave her be. . . .She assumes he perhaps saw himself as masculine? To the point where he struts as though he owns the land he walks apon. . . This should breed hesitance within that arrogance of the mule. . .
Besides, she could of aimed for his genitals when she aimed with her bow. . . she had a perfectly good aim and would of be rid him at least one of them. . . . . Just, had more important things to aim for. . .like not allowing her 'puppet' to fall into the wrong hands. She moved away the moment the stench bomb went off. . . the sword sinking into the earth, seeing that the mule would merely cry to the WSDA that she was 'killing him' after he drops a tree on her head and has one of his birds follow her. . .after he declares her a thief for playing an instrument she carved in the rain. . .before proceeding to follow her. . . . in the attempt to either kill, kidnap, or violate her, for all she knows. . . Though now it seems he will need go and get himself cleaned. . . the poor mule hath missed a spot. . . Whatever the pony's reasons were, She was not amused of such tactics. . . While the swordsmen were having their siblings squabble, a man with a scruffy n wild red mane of beard and hair was quietly climbing the tree, before making a sudden move to try and capture the bird meant to follow the halfling child. . . He seemed nervous, yet seemed to be very intent apon capturing the bird. . . something else was within his hands. . . . . it was not clear what it was, for it was obscured by the sudden throw of a strange net. . .
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Post by Vaitris on Dec 15, 2021 14:57:33 GMT -6
He’d been waiting for the sword to move. Kazan pivoted away from the swing, then again away from the path of the tree as he registered the sword shattering the trunk to send it toppling. She was copying tricks he’d already used, as if he had not already trained against those tactics before.
The bird on his shoulder still leapt into flight, prepared to defend but aborting at the last minute. At the moment that both of their attentions were drawn away, he felt something bump into his hip from above. The object instantly burst in a cloud of grimy smoke, coating his back, his flank and his legs in something vaguely brown. It burned his nostrils and made his eyes water with its offensive odor.
“What is this?” He stamped a hoof and suppressed a sneeze, the rest of his body drawing tight as a bow string as he backed up. His shikigami circled warily and Kazan silently called for its other half.
The second bird, observing from above since it had lost its original target, was watching impassively as the red-headed man climbed the tree. Not a feather fluttered as his net settled over it but upon hearing the summons of its master it lifted, glowed, and shot out of the man’s grasp, burning a hole through the fabric of the trap.
Kazan frowned even more as it returned to orbit him with its twin. “So you brought others to aid you in secret. I did not realize that was considered a tactic of fair play for your kind.” He raised his voice, addressing the woods at large, tail thrashing in agitation. As much as his pride warred with him, this was not a situation he should linger in.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Dec 15, 2021 16:18:05 GMT -6
zavijah: She hummed in thought. . . .should she reveal herself or no? . . . She sighed. . . growing tired of the pony's constant bickering. . Though, she was not inclined to try and relieve him of the stench bomb, yet. . . . . considering what he hath annoyed her with thus far. . . so she hopped down. . . ". . To be fair. . " she started, before landing on a branch lower than what she was on. . . adjacent to where Kazan stood. . . .to his side flank, a few strides away, outside of the blast radius . . . . . before deactivating her snake talisman. . the branch having shifted under weight before she suddenly appeared within a blink of an eye. . "You called this apon yourself when you chose to trifle with me over an instrument I hath carved out of wood from a tree that grows a great distance below the waves. " she replied. "You then went as far as to follow and approach me when you thought me helpless. . . .to do onto me whatever you hath planned. . . . . before placing your bird to watch me as so you could stalk me without being suspected. . . .the hypocrisy is painfully obtuse . . . " she pointed out. "Besides. . . .you question my honor and tactics without knowing whom you trifle with. . . . Your arrogance knows no bounds, does it?" she asked. The blade re-emerged near her, though this time, instead of acting as though it was being wielded. . .it simply floated towards her. . . close enough for her to grasp. . . yet not moving as though it was being handed to her. . . ----------------------- The redheaded birdcatcher groused as the bird ripped and burned through the fabric. . . before climbing down and choosing to run after the bird. . . .moving with the intent of hiding in the thicket to try and capture it again. . . if not the owner as well- assuming he could.
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Post by Vaitris on Dec 17, 2021 18:04:28 GMT -6
Despite the way his skin itched to leave and bathe, Kazan remained where he was with his arms crossed. The child had worked up such a head of steam, he hated to interrupt her, but he couldn’t help but smirk at her little tantrum. She reminded him of the cats who hissed and spat whenever he chased them out of the shop.
“Your arrogance knows no bounds, does it?”
“It does not stretch as far as yours.” He acknowledged. She seemed to be caught up in the tide of her anger. The centaur could remember back to a time when he would have been the same, before he had learned not to let his emotions control him and instead turn them to his purposes. “I have not touched you in any dangerous way, merely observed or hindered, and yet you feign attack and threaten harm.” He said, no heat to his tone, just cool reflection.
“You go to so much effort to evade me, then turn around to pursue and accuse after I depart. It is senseless.” Kazan jerked his chin in the direction of the chestnut-haired halfling who had disappeared into the undergrowth. “Who is your accomplice there? Your sire?” The human wasn’t being particularly stealthy, so the centaur pivoted his hindquarters in the direction of the rustling brush. Let the halfling man have a little taste of his hooves if he continued this charade. The child’s attack had made them all the more unpleasant to deal with. And to keep an extra watch behind him he sent a puppet to perch right on the crest of his rump, eyes on the forest.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Dec 17, 2021 19:37:01 GMT -6
zavijah:
She studied the half pony, regarding the gaslighting he was attempting- if that is what it was referred to. . . He now has reverted back to regarding her as though she was an unruly child. . . .she merely sighed. As if she was the one who called this apon her self. . . By playing an instrument in the middle of the wilderness. . . .
Rather ironic considering the fact he was the only of the two of them that has made an effort to harm her. . .yet he accused her of murdering him? . . . .
When he regarded the 3rd unwanted guest. . . Assuming yet again, and believing he was associated with her. . . .she glanced over towards the now coughing innocence hidden within the Thicket. . . .before noticing another. . . . And another. . . .and another. . . Much further back. . .
" . . . .tis more believable if he was your mate. . .for I know him not. . . " she replied. Nor the other auras that seem to make a greater attempt to hide and stalk the half pony. . . Unless they were after his toys . . . .
If she was considering giving him the nullifier to help him relieve himself of the foul stench that was wrecking havoc on the human hunting him, she had no intention of doing so now . . . .
He can discover through experience the months apon months it will take to remove without the nullifier. . .
"Keep your puppets to yourself. Leave me be if your only buisness with me is to trifle with me, child. . . .that bomb was your 3rd and final warning. " she stated. If he thought her grousing at him was anger- he was a fragile as a glass butterfly caught in a gale. . . "If this is the extent of your complaints. . .I will leave you to your mate. . . " she then turned around. . . Seeing more auras hiding in the distance. . .
At least the stench will act as some form of protection for the annoyance. . . She hopped back to a higher tree branch. . .she needed to see how many are there to decide if she should atcually help him or leave him to it.
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The redhead coughed and hissed in disgust. . . Damn, who would of known centaurs were that foul smelling in person! All he wanted was to capture the birds of the centaur. . .and latch the damn thing to him so they would have another among their ranks. . . Binding him.by his magic- makes it harder for any magical being to break free, he thinks!
So who was the child in the tree?. . . .perhaps an elf or a gremlin of some kind? One of the other groups did talk about there being a leprechaun running around here- had white hair and what not. . .
Was that who the centaur was griping at? Looks like the two have some sort of a spat. . . Perhaps to take advantage of this. . . Better yet, the centaur thinks the little gremlin is his. . . .might make his life abit easier. . .
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Post by Vaitris on Dec 21, 2021 21:43:58 GMT -6
Kazan blinked. Third and final warning? Whatever for? Walking away? The child was mystifying in her logic. But another moment of thought and it finally dawned on him. Did she consider the mere presence of his birds to be an attack? What a sensitive, misguided thing! He muffled a laugh. If that was the case, perhaps a parting shot then.
The shikigami hovering next to him fluttered off into the boughs above, found Zavijah's shoulder, and perched there. It looked her in the face and gave a soft warbling coo. Kazan had pushed it to be adorable but, as he only had a tenuous grasp on what others considered cute, he wasn’t sure it landed.
The red-headed fool behind him continued his ridiculous stalking, his shirt now held in his hands like a makeshift net. Kazan carefully stilled himself, pretending to be preoccupied with the child, luring the halfling in. Then once he was within range, the centaur’s hoof lashed out. It caught the human in the chest and sent him sprawling into the undergrowth with a breathless “oof!”
He wasn’t alone however. Through his puppets, Kazan was alerted to more halflings in the woods, one even vaguely familiar - a hunter he had bumped into many weeks ago. They’d passed without incident, or so the centaur had thought at the time. Perhaps not. He’d returned now, with weapons.
“It appears time to part ways.” Kazan said, moving out of range of the halflings. A fight stacked against him was not one he would stick around for. One of the humans was even up in the trees, stalking his bird or the child, he couldn’t tell. But the annoying little halfling had proven she had no qualms using force so he’d let her deal with it on her own. Maybe it would satiate her bloodlust.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Dec 22, 2021 9:15:52 GMT -6
As the redhead was kicked, another, cast a spell of lighting. . . targeting the centaur. The voltage was to be kept at a high enough level to stun him, but not so high as to kill him. . . they needed the creature alive. In a sudden arch, it connected. . . just as he finished his sentence. . . before he would feel something latched onto his wrist? . . . it wasn't flesh, but either metal or bone- he would definitely recognize it was laced with some form of magic. . . zavijah: She sighed, when the child laughed at her. . and moved to leave him with his 'mate' and the friends of his. . . the moment the bird landed on her shoulder and demanded a gaze, she only glared down at it in disgust. . . She knows he can see through the bird. . . She was not going to be swayed by animalisic appearances. . . he in the end was still attempting to stalk her from a distance and what do they call it? 'steal a glance' at her. . . . regardless if tis where she wants no eyes to see, or if she was in a more 'vulnerable' state. . . that and she detests birds. . . this only made her view of birds far more horrid. . . If he could see in its eyes what is saw, she was glaring down at it like a disgusting pervert, or a detestable existence. Her head snapped when she heard lighting ark in the distance. . . looking to see Kazan was being shocked. . . perhaps he should of kept his eyes on his company rather than her. . .she moved to grab the bird and toss it off of her. . . .she did not want it on or near her. . . She then heard a second boom. . . and saw something flying at her neck. . . she moved her right arm in the way to block it. . just for it to latch onto her?! Before she felt it. . .what he was feeling. . .she was not being stunned with lighting, but her body was reacting as if she was. . ."Gúþhelm" she uttered. . .the black sword ripped from the ground below her and hovered as though to protect her. . . even the halfling seemed to stop from a sudden 6 foot and large black sword erupting from the ground and moving around the target. . . the air around it was frighting. . . making the halfling fear death should it approach. . . "I ought to thank you, centaur. . . " the redhead coughed. "now I don't have to use any of my toys to bind you. . . and I will be walking away with funds from a sale, as well as you. . . . since you were so kind, your gonna feel what it feels, and it will feel what you feel, you can get closer, but you can't get further away until the shackles are removed. . . . stop the lighting magic. . .lets reunite the two for transport. " he explained before ordering the halflings. the Lighting magic was stopped, but the halflings had complaints. "But. . . he stinks really bad. . " one of them complained. Some of them moved to grab and start moving them as the complaints continued. "Do you think he naturally smells like a dumpsite?" "Probably." "No. . .dumpsite smells better than him. . .dumpsite smells like a field of flowers in comparison" another groaned. "Enough with the chitchat." Well, he does smell worse than a skunk on its bad day. . . he doesn't want to deal with that either. . . . "We will figure out how to fix that later, grab him. "
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Post by Vaitris on Jan 9, 2022 12:50:01 GMT -6
Kazan heard the sharply familiar crackle of electricity and had just enough time to think how utterly convenient it was that these fools had brought that specific weapon with them before lightning stampeded through him.
His thoughts scattered, his shikigami dissolved, and pain sparked to life at the base of his horns. His muscles seized up, convulsive and tight, until the magic was released and they went suddenly slack. Then his legs folding and he crumpled to the ground in a daze. By the time he was able to get his twitching limbs under control enough to push himself upright, he was surrounded. The halflings had wrapped something that hummed with magic around his wrist. Kazan hesitated, choosing not to rise fully until he knew more.
The red-headed halfling babbled something idiotic about money and his fellows chimed in to complain. Kazan let them talk without response. If they thought they were damaging his pride, then they were mistaking him for a very fragile flower indeed. He was disgusted by his state, but not because the halflings found him abhorrent. If anything, it gave him some satisfaction to know how uncomfortable they were. Anything that made him less worth the effort of capturing was in his favor.
When they closed in to haul him to his feet, he lashed out. His front hoof caught the shin of the first man with a satisfying crack and drew a line of blood across his leg. His rear foot, heavy and sluggish and painful, missed its mark. The brace resisted his movements, made the badly healed bone beneath ache in protest, and he twisted around to see the problem. The wheel that controlled the technology within the brace was dark and dead. Completely shorted out. “You damaged my braces with your attack. How do you expect me to move now?”
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Jan 10, 2022 13:11:12 GMT -6
The redhead seemed to smirk as the centaur started to fight back, kicking at one of the halfings. . .a distinct crack nothing that one was hurt rather badly, before he motioned for them to start pulling out the rope. . . before pulling out a dart gun, and shooting the injured halfling. . . looked like the leg was broken in the strike, useless to him.
"If you can fight, you can move. " he sneered. He motioned for the halfings to force the centaur to move, and lead him closer to the other in the trees. . "besides, it isnt all bad. " he stated as he pulled a cigarette out and placed into his mouth. . " worse case scenario-" he continued, lighting it with fire magic. "-centaur adhesives prove to be quite effective. " he spoke, huffing out a rather extensive huff of smoke out as if he took a long drag out of it.
The halfling whoms leg was broken attempted to protest that he was still useful, before the dart hit. . . at first nothing occurred. . . then it looked as though a reaction was causing the halfling to seize. . . the afflicted area was beginning to turn black before the halfling seemed to stop moving as the blackening of the skin continued. The redhead tucked the dart gun back into his coat.
As they moved closer, forcing Kazan to move on the injured leg. . .
The halfling that was after the swordsman fell out of the tree. . .not from a high distance, more or less climbed down at a panicked state before dropping down at a safe distance, he tried to run, the halfling that was in the tree, before being caught by one of the others. . . noting the terror stricken face apon the halfling.
zavijah:
If looks could kill, she was very much done with the entirety of this ordeal. As soon as she could force herself to move, she situated herself as she moved to set up her trap. . . within her butt purse, she poured 'change' into a empty leather pouch. . . before placing a stench bomb within the pouch as well. . .
Watching as the parade of fools strutted towards her. . . .
"So! What will it be? " the redhead called towards the swordsman. "You come down quietly, and we fix your friend's injured leg. . . if not? we remove it with hammers. " he called.
She finished pouring 'change' from the valley of stone's "shopping spree" with various allies, before lightning the fuse(Thank God for Fire talismans), tying it off. . .and tossing it to the ground in front of the redhead. . . the ploy landing in a rather typical coin filled clunk.
The redhead paused before laughing at the response. "Nice attempt, wont change anything. " he called back. "Though I will humor you. . . . If you don't come down here to the count of 5, instead of removing his leg, we will simply break one of his good remaining legs. " he called, another hefty waft of smoke bellowing out from his nose and mouth. . . .
"1"
Hopefully the annoying stalker figures out he should run unless he wishes for another 'scented bath' . . . What if she has to drag the fool. . . . sizing him up. . . .she sighed and moved to grab and activate the ox talisman. . . though moving her right. . .she noticed there was a distinct pull? . . . . to where he had the other cuff. . . .
Well. . . its a leash of some kind. . .and she would rather pull him up the mountain wall than carry him up. . . . make him regret sending his excuses to leer at her without making his actions 'apparent' to the ones he sees as his shield to allow him to do such actions. . . pitiful. . .
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Post by Vaitris on Jan 26, 2022 17:25:36 GMT -6
Kazan sharpened his gaze but grudgingly rolled to his belly and then to his feet, staggering with all the elegance of a newborn foal. Spikes of pain drove through both his rear legs. He limped heavily where the men directed him, feigning greater difficulty than he was actually having, before reaching around to further assess the damage to his braces.
He moved his fingers along the grooves on the interior of the wheels, feeling out the hidden switches there. But before he could do anything, a rifle butt cracked against his knuckles, drawing a gasp from him before he could catch it.
“No funny business, horse.” One of the halflings glared.
Kazan stared back, rubbing his bruised knuckles. Silently though, he was calling on his magic, and it took an unpleasantly long time before he felt a subtle stirring. Whatever had rebounded back to him after the attack dwelled deep in the dragon pearl horns - it wasn’t much, but it would be enough. There was a soft glow between his cupped hands, then the wings of a large paper-white moth fluttered against his palms.
“If you don't come down here to the count of five, instead of removing his leg, we will simply break one of his good remaining legs. One…"
The centaur recognized the bomb that sat before them. He was shielded from the coming explosion by the clustered men, but in case it fell short of fatal for the halflings his shikigami was prepared to pick up the slack. At the blast it snapped into motion, lancing through the chests of the men closest to him, killing as many as it could reach with the redhead and the lightning-wielder being the primary targets. Once they were gone, whatever remained of the group would crumble and be easy to rout.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Jan 26, 2022 19:11:17 GMT -6
Apon the explosion from the coin purse, the halflings along with the red head did not expect the sudden outburst of such a wretched and vile stench. . . what turned into gasps of surprise turned into horrid hacking and coughing as many of them retch and spew bile from how atrocious the smell was. eyes burned as the area was polluted with the ghost peppered powder that was thrown from deep within whatever was within the coin purse. . . halfings released the centaur in favor of grabbing for areas inflamed with pain or struggle. . . only one remained loyal enough to the cause to continue to hold on. . . and he was the first do die.
No sooner than was the entire area engulfed within an plumage of misurey, the wet and blood curdling sounds of bones breaking and shattering, flesh ripping and tearing, and the sickening deep pops of what sounds like watermelons being dropped or popped quickly flooded the senses in addition to the wretched stench and the unforgiving acidic burn. The rain drench mud now soaked in blood and water. The redhead and whomever remained among his men, still gagging for air, blinded by the assault.
He was going to murder that damn tree gremlin for making him drop his toke. . . .that was imported dragon tobacco, dammit!
zavijah:
The moment the stench bomb went off, she moved to leave, noticing a distinct tug against her. . . from below. . . she activated the Ox talisman and pulled harder. . . . seeing it should allow her to lift much more than what she can normally, it was then she saw she was dragging the half pony mule out of the miasma of stench. . . why was there a spray of blood on him? . . . . She also noticed there were fewer auras inside of the blast. . . was he hit? As she moved and continued to drag the mule, Now with renewed urgency to get the fool out of harms way. . .
She really does not want to deal with dragging a corpse around. . . .She headed strait for the mountain side where the waterfall poured from . .
This will give her and the fool a head-start in trying to remove the entrapment. . . . She has no idea how many of them are left and did not want to get the half mule killed to count out the remaining opponents seeing he saw it fit to 'murder' them. . . . she sighed. . why did she believe the naive statement from Stenson? . . or any of them for that manner? The mule not only stalked her to do whatever he intended to her, but then had the gal to accuse her of murdering him after he provoked. . . .well, he gained what he wished for . . .hopefully he was pleased with the foul taste of stench bomb in his sinuses, eyes. mouth and body. . . she did spice it heavily with 'ghost pepper'.
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Post by Vaitris on Feb 5, 2022 21:04:56 GMT -6
The bomb exploded in a crash of coins and a cloud of odor. The halflings closest to it cried out in pain and surprise, their noise covering up those of his shikigami’s victims. The smoke quickly obscured the clearing and it quickly became difficult to aim so, letting at least one of his chosen victims go, Kazan ceased his attack. With the captors nearest him dead and the rest distracted, now was the time to leave.
There was a queer pressure from band that had been secured around his wrist, almost as though it was being tugged by an invisible string. He followed the sensation up and away, gaze landing on the child still above them in the trees, wearing a similar bracelet and looking as vexed as he felt. So it was some sort of binding between them then.
The pull became more insistent as she moved away, and he leaned against it until the force was enough to drag him forward, hooves digging messy furrows into the mud as he continued to resist. Once he realized he couldn’t escape the pull he stopped, calling on his puppet. The white moth arced out of the settling dust, glowing with power. Kazan held his hand away from himself and let it clip the edge of the metal, the impact angled so it would not cut him. Bruising would be inevitable though. Properly powered, his puppet could punch through armor. Unless this band was of some outrageously strong material, a resource that these ruffians couldn’t have access to, it should shatter under the force of the blow.
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