Meghan leaps into strike, dancing around Unbeaugsam as a pivot, letting the mountain of a dwarf be her attacking point. Her rapier pierces through one of the shoulders of the thieves, who falls to the floor with a painful cry. He whimpers to himself but lets out a yell of surprise as one of his comrades falls dead beside him, one third of his head completely caved in by Unbeaugsam.
Tural is quick to cycle to another eagle into the fight, keeping his distance and the pressure on. However, its attacks are still easily repelled, by a skillful but annoyed thief.
The injured thief begins to crawl away, critically injured and close to death
The thieves each attack their target, some moving in over tables and chairs to reach them.
Unbeugsam keeps his attack up.
Seeing the rogue pressing an attack on Tural, Amboy leaps over the railing of the platform and attempt to plunge a dagger into his back.
Meghan briefly considers going after the escaping intruder but ultimately decides that going outside after him alone is too risky. Instead, she stays with Unbeugsam, stabbing at his foe.
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Tural sighs with frustration as another eagle vanishes back into molded quintessence, and as the attacker draws a line of blood from his arm, Tural scrambles backwards, carefully climbing over the table behind him to get some space between himself and his attacker.
Taton steps closer to the foe, and swings with his weighted spear in successive blunt and slashing strikes.
Both however seem to fall quite short, something which is not lost on the slayer. He grumbles about darkness and an old man's eyes.
Unbeugasm easily fells the fleeing thief permanently and turns back to see how the rest of his team is doing.
Amboy tries to get the drop on one, but is detected and dodged deftly. Meghan strikes a deft blow, critically injuring one, but he still yet stands, though his limp left shoulder is bleeding profusely. Tural, having created distraction and now in the range of danger, retreats to not be in the line of fire. Taton hurries forward and strikes quickly, but his haste telegraphs his moves and his blows are parried easily.
Most of the thieves turn to fight who are attacking them, and the one flanking Ryssa presses his attack.
You all hear a crash, and a yell from the kitchen area.
"Get those sons of b!+#~es!" and a cheer of vile laughter follows.
Ulfgard charges the enemy close to Meghan.
"Eat dwarven steel, son of an orc!"
Amboy shifts his stance and reverses the grip on this dagger. He attempts to slice across the intruders midsection.
Tural runs to the kitchen, trying to figure out what the disturbance is. If he sees something there (and there's a source of flame available), he unleashed his inner control of fire to release a blinding flash of light.
Meghan keeps moving and sticking with her rapier.
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Unbeugsam swings his mighty hammer, but the thief dodges, but just barely. Even he seems to be sweating with how close his head was to being cracked open.
Amboy, changing his stance mid fight finds new success in altering his style and wounds his opponent to prove it. He withdraws his blade from the thief's midsection, who then collapses to the floor.
Meghan wounds the thief attacking her, though it seems that he still has barely enough strength to stand.
Seeing what the dwarf did to those that tried to flee, the thief desperately throws himself at Meghan in an attack.
The remaining thieves spread out dealing damage to those they can reach, or moving around to evetually flank.
Unbeugsam steps aside and continues his assault, swinging his dwarven waraxe in a wicked arc.
Seeing it cut deep into the bandits side he smiles."The last was lucky, dodge this!"
Tural steps away from has attacker, and pulls another eagle into the fight, hoping more for something that could keep the pressure off of him than anything. The eagle appears in a flash of celestial light, crying out a challenge as it tears into the bandit.
The eagle continues its assault on the bandit as Tural continues his retreat. He takes cover behind the desk, but not before summoning a patch of grease under the two thieves attacking Taton.
Meghan calls to Unbeugsam and points to the two men in the center of the gambling hall before moving to attack one of them.
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Holding his wound to stop the flow of blood Amboy moves up to strike at Ryssa's attacker.
Taton takes a blow from one of his assailants, but remains undeterred. It appears to have rung his clock somewhat, however, as he finds himself unable to muster even a half-hearted strike.
The poor thief utters a helpless yelp as Unbeugsam's axe embeds itself in his head killing him instantly. Tural's summoned creature does its best as it sweeps in for two strings of attacks. The first attempt is brushed aside easily, but the thief's relaxed nature is turned against him as a claw embeds itself deep in his face and he curses trying to fight the bird off. Amboy's attack drives home, though the thief manages to not let the blade slip into his innards too fast. Taton attempts a couple blows himself but is fended off with quick feints and a swift dodge. Meghan almost get's a good blow in, but is parried at the last moment.
With the remaining thieves moving up to combat their opponent of choice, they each let loose attacks, each aiming for weak spots and dropped defenses when possible. Some even scramble to flank moving around the combatants to get to the right spot to lunge at a weak point.
Amboy spins around his target to get behind him. Lady Luck has other plans as the roulette table knocks his attack out of line.
[Taton, go ahead and only count the second attack made at you as the first guy fell on his ass trying to move.
Meghan suddenly finds herself alone battling two foes who swiftly flank her. She cries out in pain as the invader's weapons slide past her meager defenses. She stabs swiftly at the thug to her south before taking a measured step east.
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Taton takes time to study the jerk who keeps hitting him, the one standing currently, and then tries to strike just with the pointy end of his stick.
Amboy tries to strike but his blow is deflected as does Taton, despite his best efforts. Meghan has better luck, her blow striking true and wounding one of her pursuers.
The thieves, seeing the party having to fall back slightly, tries to push their advantage. The one thief in the grease takes his time to carefully move out of it, then decides to help his comrades and rush Meghan turning it into a 3 v 1.
Tural pulls another bird from the heavens, unleashing it upon one of the bandits attacking Meghan.
While Tural siphons off some of his mana to recharge his reservoir, the bird, having easily dodged the robber before, continued its wild assault.
Umbeugsam will charge the flanked first and the charge down next to Meghan to attack the middle one.
Unbeugsam's arrival is timely, but Meg's already bleeding pretty badly from several smaller wounds. She steps away from the attackers momentarily to heal some of her injuries.
Blood drips to the floor from the second savage wound Amboy receives.
Attempting to finish off his attacker he pulls his longer blade from it's sheath and slashes at the man's head.
Unbeugsam crushes two skulls with his battle prowess, and Amboy finally sends his opponent to the floor. Meghan takes a moment to heal, and Tural can only get a scratch in with his bird raking the enemy.
The thieves keep up their assault and launch another series of attacks.
And then you hear what you hoped wouldn't come.
'Alright boys! Let's mop up whoever's left!" Another group seems ready to head into battle.
Tural, considering the idea that all these attacks may be no more than a distraction, cuts through the middle of of the room, slipping past Taton into the kitchen to check the status in there.
Meanwhile, the eagle continues its enthusiastic assault on its bandit.
Meghan realizes she's getting injured faster than she can heal herself. Still, she refuses to retreat and leave Unbeugsam to face two foes alone. She grits her teeth through the pain and stabs at the invader to her southwest.
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Amboy continues to bleed on the carpet. He moves up to Taton for protection and throws his dagger at the bandit engage with Tural's eagle.
Unbeugsam will smile at the thug infront of him and whirl his axe again.
Taton continues the latest verse of 'I can't hit for s***' and tries to stab the nearest foe once more.
Five more bandits burst from the kitchen. One rushes for Taton but is easily slain by his bladework.
Meghan slays her foe as does, I can't believe, the bird who rips the thief to shreds.
The thieves use their turn to move out of the kitchen, splitting up and going for who they perceive to be the easy kills.
Tural quickly retreats, returning to the safety of his allies.
His eagle, blood trailing from its talons, flies forward ferociously at one of the attackers, swiping with a powerful claw at its target. However, its deadly skill seems to have died with the last robber.
Meghan casts another healing spell on herself before the next wave of attackers can reach her.
Still bleeding from his wounds Amboy decides against confronting any of the bandits directly.
He grips Taton's shoulder, "I am going to try and get behind them.
With that said he bolts for the bar.
Unbeugsam looks at his minor wound and quickly retaliates.
His blade cuts deep and he smiles.
"There is more of it, if you seek it!"
Taton studies one of the nearby assailants but feels that he makes a more deterring target when taking blows vice dealing them. He takes a standard defensive stance.
Unbeugsam downs another and the thieves move in, frantic to finish you before any more of them are killed.
Feeling the sting of two blades Unbeugsam looks at the goons angrily.
"Now you made me angry. Stupid move!"
But his anger does not make him stronger, he misses his next attack. To prevent flanking the dwarf steps back.
Amboy continues through the bar and into the kitchen.
Seeing Unbeugsam more angry than agonized by the two slight wounds he just took, Meg opts to press the attack against the foe to her northwest rather than try to cure the dwarf's shallow wounds.
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As the bird vanishes, Tural quietly curses, using the majority of his remaining magical energy to call a final bird from the heavens. He also loads his crossbow, preparing for a more mundane form of attack.
Meanwhile, the summoned eagle cries a challenge at its villainous foes and joins Taton in an attempt to dispatch his foe!