"Touchy ain't he. Baka."
• Third action I'd like to save as an interrupt if I could, to Silence One-Eye, or cast it on him if Delroy is faster. I can describe the action better once I know what actions are valid… Though part of the fun is not quite knowing! I'll roll the Silence dice now, If they're a Counter then the listed resist changes to the attack being countered. (Normally Body, Speed, Will, Supernatural vs 3)
3 successes vs 3
[ooc]Battle begins later...today actually. Since it's almost 1AM where I am.
Javiera readied herself for battle, hoping that her faith, and her skill with the blade would see her through this one.
Mind
Speed
While the crowd began to shout and run about and duck for cover behind the numerous market stalls, brightly colored flags strewn about, and of course the unsightly brown barrels everywhere, Delroy Callidus did his teachers proud and with nary a wasted motion drew forth the Rod that marked his office, bathing his nearby allies in a visible shield of magical energy as he focused his will and...
Handily cuts off whatever possible magics "One-Eye" may have been working. And also all the sound in his immediate vicinity. Were you not about to be absorbed in fighting for your lives, the sight of a one-eye black wolf ranting and screaming into empty air without making a sound could be humorous!
Quinn readies her swords.
Ceallach will use that first action to Stride nearer to the closest crossbowman as he brings up his claws. On his own turn, he howls madly as he charges swiftly at his target, slicing viciously with his claws.
The unlucky bowgunner, an albino rat and the only one of them not at least partially behind a stall facade, screeched in instinctual terror and tried in a panic to dive behind the nearest stall at the last second...
...and in his haste, crashes bodily against the ramshackle wood structure. The opening is all Ceallach needs to maul his target!
Ceallach's mighty claws savage the rat, boiled armor leathers tearing open like thin cloth against a razor blade! Four vicious, bloody tracks burst open from beneath and the rat squeals out a gurgling wail as he slumps and begins to fall, and the victorious Atavist turns to search for his next victim.
Natalia gathers the winds around her into the wand she's been gripping, giving it a yellow glow.
She then sends the burst of air (Create Air) into the nearest foe, shouting, "Not! A! Bairn!"
The unlucky bow-squirrel squeaks as the miniature wind tunnel pummels him back into the money-counting table he'd just jumped over, coins and other valuables flying everywhere as the table and its accoutrements splinter into hundreds of pieces under the force of Natalia's anger.
Of course, following this tunnel (against Guillaume's increasingly agitated pleas for sense and somewhat less daring-do, all of which fell upon deaf ears of the rest) has lead the ermine cavalcade into some sort of main anteroom for said thieves' market. A room that is actually rather well-appointed, paintings on the rough walls, some tapestries and draperies to add color, a few chairs and tables. All in all, a nice room considering the circumstances.
Which is full of people stampeding from some sort of dangerous commotion deeper inside. Also full of a guard/enforcer squadron that has not let the ermines go unnoticed in the chaos. And they have swords.
"'Ey! Alright you stoats, I dunno why everyone's pickin' today to run up in our business, but it's not a mistake you'll be repeatin'!"
Better than a half day of getting separated from the others, clambering around what were, despite all euphemisms, assuredly NOT all storm drains, and the precocious competitiveness of her coterie has left Rosza Juette in a mood that can only be termed explosive. The sudden change of atmosphere from barely-navigable hole to well-lit, tapestry-hung apartments leaves her blinking and just as agape as the rest of the bedraggled weasels. She briefly elbows Claudio aside as he stumbles into her, trying to make some sense of the ongoing chaos.
The guard gets her full attention, however, and she focuses on him, ears flattening irritably beneath her drooping broad-brimmed hat.
"Did you hear that?" She asides to Claudio and Ricard. "He called you stoats. Normally I'd permit you to avenge your own honor, but you'll excuse me if right now I want to kill something." Her rapier hisses out of its sheath, and her dagger fills her other hand, unfolding into a trio of blades with a sharp click.
"Your business, vermin? I'm here on my own business, and if you'd the sense S'Allumar granted an ant you'd have made sure your business hadn't aught to do with it!" Other blades are readied as the various mustelines fan out into a wedge, with Rosza at the point.
"But then, you hardly can be expected to know who you're dealing with, can you? I am Rosza Juette de Vieuxpont, and I will not have my ears fouled further by your voice."
Rosza will be readying her rapier, and presumably the rest of the weasel circus will be readying weapons according to their various careers...
Quinn rushes the nearest enemy swinging her blade over the top of the cover and stabbing at those behind before ducking down out view of the crossbows.
Javiera drew her calendar sword, and her main gauche in a swift motion, readying herself to do battle. Though, with the way things were being handled, she wondered if there would be anyone left for her to attack.
Which means you have two left to take. I think I've made the current standings of battle clear enough in my previous posts but if you want more clarification, just ask.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeasel attack!
Rosza brings her trident dagger up next to her eye, its tip aligned neatly with the near wolf's gaze. She surges forward low and dangerous with her rapier preceding her at the ready. "Come on, you cur, you coward, you mutt whose mother never knew your father's name, try and teach me my business!" Guillaume bites off a muffled curse, following the ermine before stepping to the side. He points his pistol past her at one of the crossbowmen and sights along his arm for a breath before discharging it. Shrill battle cries and the hiss-crash of Guillaume's flintlock echo off the small chambers walls as the pack of weasels attacks, some aiming at the crossbowmen, others stepping forward with rapiers in hand.
[spoiler]Sprint:
I'm going to nominate Guillaume as the other weasel with two successes and presume he had the sense to ready his pistol in the previous turn. He will sprint (free +1 stride), aim, then fire.
Sprint:
Assuming it isn't a one: (for aiming)
Claudio (Drew pistol on initiative).
Sprint: [dice]1d6[dice] (and a +1 stride).
Aiming (at the crossbowcritter Guillaume didn't shoot at).
Andre (Drew pistol on initiative).
Sprint: [dice]1d6[dice] (and a +1 stride).
Aiming (as Claudio).
Stepan (Drew rapier on initiative).
Draw Main Gauche.
Sprinting towards the other wolf. [dice]1d6[dice] (and a +1 stride).
Beaurigard (Drew rapier on initiative).
Draw Main Gauche.
Sprinting towards the other wolf. [dice]1d6[dice] (and a +1 stride).
You didn't give ranges for the other wolf or the crossbows, so you'll have to figure out what the offset die for range will be. ;)
*Sigh* This is what happens when you post in the early morning. I cut/pasted "{dice}" a bunch without the / in front of the second one.
Keep Guillaume's attack dice, if you don't mind, as I believe they rolled correctly. As for the rest:
Sprint: (and a +1 stride).
Aim.
...And fire: SPARK DIE
If he got a one, second spark die:
Claudio (Drew pistol on initiative).
Sprint: (and a +1 stride).
Aim.
Andre (Drew pistol on initiative).
Sprint: (and a +1 stride).
Aim.
Stepan (Drew rapier on initiative).
Draw Main Gauche.
Sprinting towards the other wolf. (and a +1 stride).
Beaurigard (Drew rapier on initiative).
Draw Main Gauche.
Sprinting towards the other wolf. (and a +1 stride).
[spoiler]
Dammit, and Rosza's sprint and attack which I forgot to paste in last time:
Sprint: (and a +1 stride if it will take her within close range of him).
Attack with rapier (if she is able):
Mea maxima culpa.
[spoiler]
Plus the previous rolls,
Melee=1
Body=7
Quinn's leaping sword strike catches a spotted Dog, too busy watching his comrades get seriously wounded in the span of seconds, off-guard. Attempting to scrabble backwards, avoiding (somehow) all the obstructions behind him, he kicks up a cloud of brown dust and...
...is completely unable to avoid the looming specter of injury and/or death!
But he's hardier than he looks! In his cowardice the Dog's retreat managed to avoid him a one-way trip to the Dark Forest's gate, though he's certainly rethinking his life, and whether he'll have any more left to live!
The wolf, now that Rosza was close to him, was rather ugly and had clearly suffered a nose injury involving broken bones once upon a time. Still, he had enough skill with that sword to attempt a counter-attack once she closed distance. His longsword arcs low, going for the classic gut-opening slice...
And he finds the gap in her defenses! The wrathful ermine has taken a hit!
Meanwhile amidst her gang's cries of dismay, shock, and outrage, Guillaume's pistol goes off with a nigh-deafening crack, amplified in the small chamber to very painful levels. The crossbowman, still somewhat slackjawed at the sudden appeareance of violent intruders...
Almost leaps out of harm's way! Almost. But instead he receives a bullet for his failure to pay attention. How badly was he wounded though?
And with a sickening crunching, crushing sound the projectile barrels straight through his boiled leathers, leaving an exit wound the size of a man's head and a stain on the wall behind him the size of a minor noble's estate. Still in shock and partially alive, the shrew gapes at his counterpart in confusion as a fountain of blood begins leaking from his mouth, small pieces of what once might have been organs "splat" onto the floor, and the poor once-alive thing convulses, and drops dead.
Needless to say, the other Crossbowman is quite panicked.
Of course, that's why Rosza is running around with an extra layer of armor on. >_>
Body + cloth + leather:
So...That looks like two successes on soak, meaning Rosza is Reeling and Hurt, if I'm counting things correctly, which means until she recovers (next action she takes) others have a +1d8 to hit her, and for the rest of the fight she takes +1 damage from all wounds?
Addendum::Retreating doesn't gain Rosza anything in this case except a bit of space, correct? In which case she isn't...So...That looks like two successes on soak, meaning Rosza is Reeling and Hurt, if I'm counting things correctly, which means until she recovers (next action she takes) others have a +1d8 to hit her, and for the rest of the fight she takes +1 damage from all wounds?
You got that correct, though a Paladin can remove the Hurt condition, and anyone with Leadership can roll (with Will) -vs- a set difficulty to help a friend by Rallying them out of Reeling. I'm not sure Rosza has anyone with her that has the skill, though.
@Rosza: If you're wearing two layers of armor, you're Burdened and that means your Dash is zero, and any Speed based things are limited to d8s, which is fine for now because I believe all your stuff is d8s at most anyway.
Also Retreating wouldn't help you avoid damage in this case, so it has no real benefit. You committed to the attack, and so did he. Unless he was also wielding an Impaling weapon there's no need to Retreat.
[spoiler=Rosza]The sellsword that just cut the Madonna lets out a little howl of triumph, and flourishes his longsword before coming around again for another attack. The other decides that his friend has the fight well in hand and dashes off to close distance with the other rapier-bearing ermine, bringing up in a defensive position when he does so.
The other crossbowman simply drops his weapon and flees into the tunnels, following the other shrieking shoppers. Guillaume's handywork seems brutally effective, to the point even he's somewhat mystified as to how it was pulled off.
Rosza draws her rapier back with a low curse as the longsword licks across her forearm! The ermine shifts her weight slightly to the side, scowling as the wolf swings his heavier weapon around again, she raises the triple blades of her main gauche to deflect it.
...And the ermine is unable to stop the heavy longsword cold, but she twists her body out of the way with a rippling musteline undulation that's hardly ladylike.
OOC: Gotcha, getting used to so many battle systems is a bit much sometimes.
With her Calendar sword in hand, Javira reaches with a practice movement for her Main gauche, the smaller blade clearing it's sheath and readied for battle. That done, she surveyed the ongoing melee, and moved to help whoever looked to be in bad shape.
Many things happened at once after Quinn's strike. First the two injured crossbow-folk looked at each other, the crowd of skilled battlers, and picked themselves up to run screaming back into the far tunnels, following the dwindling stream of shoppers and thieves.
Secondly the other three still standing, however, are unshaken and one is in fact sneering at the group. All three of them raise their weapons in a perfect firing line, Aim, and fire at the three that have downed or otherwise harmed their comrades.
Ceallach:
Quinn:
Natalia:
Lastly, One-Eye seems to be in a bit of a...well, a fight with himself. He's silently screaming at things, ripping his own clothes and fur, and generally acting like a man possessed by devils. He falls to his knees and grabs his head after the crossbows fire, and you all can hear above the noise the approach of heavy booted feet shod in metal.
Yeah you can retreat behind cover. There's still plenty of it around. Normally I think you'd still be hit because he has two fives and you don't, but I'd rather keep moving.