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Nonplussed by his utter lack of ranged utility, Shekebbet swears crudely in Draconic. The stunning energies wash over him, his slender form twisting to avoid their force as he mutters an invocation and attempts to scale the fence with unnatural skill and swiftness.
In common, he says angrily, "Fools like you should not play at magic."
More concerned with Keiva than the thug, Tzu just manages to avoid the blast.
Her Litorian sense of justice rising, a hideous growl emerges from Tzu before she's even aware of it.
"Little man, drop your weapons and stand still. Justice cooommmmeeees"
The last word emerges as a kind of primal howl, sending cold shivers down her own spine.
Goodness! That was ... odd ...
Shekebbet reaches into his pouch and produces a bulbous flask containing a bright orange liquid, which he then flings at the thug. Upon impact it bursts into flames.
Furious that Keiva has managed to slip away from her, Tzu flings herself over the gate, allowing her frustrations to vent themselves in violent physical activity and a lot of growling.
"Move at your peril, little man."
The oily concoction smolders for a moment longer, and then dies out. Shekebbet sees that the enraged lioness has cleared the fence without any supernatural assistance and is somewhat startled at her fierce tone. He moves out of her way and kneels to check on the condition of the wounded man.
4 damage if the Alchemist's Fire gets a second round of damage.
Shekebbet's oil continues to burn and the man bats at it in anger. Checking the victim of the beating, the mojh finds that the man is unconscious but otherwise fine bar some nasty bruising.
Keiva and Pendrick run down the southern wall of the building and then round to the left, and they can see the fence on the other side!
The thug continues to try to climb the fence with no success, and looks more worried now.
Easing past the fallen man and Shekhebbet, Tzu launches herself at the thug.
"I told you. Stay put. Or this will get a lot worse..."
More growling and she attacks, aiming to disarm and immobilise rather than kill.
"Looks like we're too late," Keiv tells Pendrick. "The mighty lion beat us to the punch." The run didn't seem to do her any good, and she stands for a few moments wheezing, trying to ctach her breath.
When Tzu comes up, Keiva tries to breathe normally. She digs around in her pouches until she comes up with a handful of brightly colored string. "I have this, but I don't think it will work for what you want to do," she tells Tzu. "So just what did we stumble into here?"
"It's fine. I'll just put my foot on his face. You have to let me take proper care of you Keiva. Don't run off like that, it scares me."
Nagging and fussing, Tzu escorts her charge back to the alley.
"I don't know what we got ourselves into. Shekkebet was looking at the victim, I got a little carried away with hitting things." She looks a little ashamed.
Pendrick spends a few moments at the end of the alley; standing still and listening to the noises of the night. Wonder where he was going? Seems odd for a well equipped professional to box himself in like this. And no back-up?
Still puzzling, Pendrick sheathes his sword and walks back to the alley.
'No rope here, money's been tight since my change of career - why doesn't Tzu just sit on him, they seem to have developed a special bond'
Pendrick clears his throat: 'If it's really important, I could break his legs? Lemme know, I'll be right here, watching the entrance to our alley'
Pendrick flushes.
'I was bluffing Tzu, a fair fight's one thing, but carving a blighter up like a roast...gotta draw the line somewhere, right?'
'Speaking of fair fights...' Pendrick draws his sword with an awkward flourish '...can you give us any more information mister? Like how many thieves, what they are wearing, what they are carrying, what they are here for?'
While talking, Pendrick watches the door, his hands worrying the grip of his sword. First through the door, first through the door!
Keiva kneels next to the victim to see if she can do a anything to help his wounds, whispering a prayer to Hyathine, goddess of soothing words and tender ministrations. "There, there, you'll be all right," she tells the man distractedly, rummaging around in her pouches for some bandages or poultices. "If only I had a healer's kit," she mutters.
After comparing his own armour with that of the thug, Pendrick kindly leaves the thug's clothing alone. However he does remove the thugs weapons and shield - strapping them on as best he can while humming a happy tune.
"Shift a talon, there's a good Tzu. Perfect, never know when a nice shield like this'll come in handy!"
Pendrick readies his borrowed sword and shield and prepares to enter the building.