Seeing his foe trying to get up, Haterivet tries to land a vicious kick to his groin, trying to paralyze him for a few precious moments.
This time there is no fancy manoeuver and Quian puts all his might into the attack.
As the wolfish creature stands, he takes a kick followed by Quain's guisarme, which cuts him along the side, though you do see the wound partially heal instantaneously, causing him to grunt in pain.
Voice: "The prisoners have struck blood!" The crowd groans in worry.
With anger in his eyes, Lucimar looks around and stands, towering over his opponents, viewing Haterivet with disdain for daring to strike him.
He then steps to G19, batting away Justified and Quain's polearms and in a flash, retrieves his falchion off his back, swinging it in a curved motion, aiming at both warriors! His blade rips through both like butter and in the end, only one of them, Quain, stands and barely, as much blood is spilled on the stone floor. Justified's body collapses to the floor with a clang of his weapon.
Lucimar lets out a howl of victory, that the crowd just loves!
Voice: "Now, eight versus one!"
Seeing how easily their foe has downed one, and almost killed second, of what Haterivet considered among their best warriors, his mind starts racing frantically for solutions. He takes a much more defensing posture while trying to distract his enemies attention from Quain, with a salvo of quick, not very precise punches.
Gaza moves up to K11 and draws her dart. Fighting defensively ac 15.
Kor will move with Gaza, maintaining full defence, to K12.
Menas takes a closer look at his opponent after seeing his wounds heal instantly, "We many need some fire..."
Throwing caution to the wind he yells a battle cry and charges, "Rargh!" Swinging his shield with both hands...
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Seeing the others charge into the fray, Cirnos marches down the field!
Move F17
Standard Attack:
Damage:
Menas' shield slams into Lucimar, cutting him deeply, as the crowd hears bones break! Miraculously, he still stands, wobbling, until Cirnos' lance drops him! The crowd is stunned!
Voice: "The 5th Trial is over and more than 5 prisoners are still alive! We will begin all-out combat in a few minutes. First, to the rewards:
Menas, you have choice of Lucimar's armor, sword, or crossbow.
Quain, you shall have second choice.
Cirnos, you shall have last item."
The crowds head back to their seats and the room suddenly rises and you all find yourselves on the arena floor. Attendants come to take the bodies of Emilian and Justified off the floor.
Twisting the lance free of the body, "Indeed, how weak of me to keep you from getting torn limb from limb. So what now? Only five of us can leave!"
Dropping from his slow burning rage, "A fine strike Cirnos," Menas reaches down and starts claiming his armour. "Now i get dressed and we deal with the final moments, I have no love of tyrants but you have a twisted honour of your own. Perhaps we can work together, but that is for the strong to decide."
Turning to Quain, "Good luck, show no weakness and they may be too fearful of your glaive to approach, Gaza may be able to bind those wounds for you."
Morgthar nods in appreciation of the carnage wrought on the wolf-man, then moves up to assist Gaza. He adopts a defensive position.
"A contract," Morgthar whispers to Kor and Gaza, "My protection for your assistance. My word is my bond."
Gaza will give one rebuke death to Justified and Emilian if they wake up great if not...
Justified then Emilian
To everyone "I heal people, it's what I do, I plan on staying out of combat unless someone attacks me, if you want my preference in healing down the road I suggest you don't attack me."
Gaza looks at him "Then you and Kor have my preference when the battle is won but there will be no more healing till only five of us stand"
"I'm taking the crossbow", says Quain, grey face.
Quain will bend on Justified body to look if he still has an unused heal seringue. If so, he will use it on himself.
"Very well," Morgthar whispers, "I suggest we focus on eliminating them one by one, Kor, so that we are able to better protect Gaza."
For now, Kor will maintain his approach of staying within 5 feet of Gaza and holding total defence until it is more clear what is happening.
Quain does not find any syringes on Justified.
Haterivet approaches unconscious lying body of Shoanti fighter, and retrieves his glaive. Then he backs up a few steps, spinning his new weapon while eyeing others cautiously.
Understanding that some of the laying combatants have been healed, he casts a vicious look towards Gaza. Damn it priestess, stop doing that! Which part of that only 5 of us can leave did you not understand...
As the platform rises....
Voice: "The no combat rules are still in effect until you take your positions in the Arena!"
Motioning towards Haterviet, as Cirnos acquires his latest weapon.
"You got guts, or just a death wish. Name is Cirnos, you seem to have lost your 'friends' on the way here. What say you? An oath of non aggression and we try to get out way out of here? I'd hate to end up on that new toy of yours, and I might be upset if I had to kill you."
Bluff roll (Secret Message)
Kwin runs back to the fallen Elimian and collects his sling and bullets.
The platform reaches the Arena floor, with the sun shining down on all of you. Attendants come, behead Emilian, and drag his body off the grounds, leaving a trail of blood behind, with the crowd cheering that another murderer has met his maker.
The Baron from his position in the grandstands speaks, "Nine of the eighteen have survived, some in better shape than others. You will all now enter the Arena and not leave until five of you remain. You will each draw lots to determine your starting position on the Arena. You may have made it through to this point with alliances, but on the Arena grounds, it's every man and woman for himself. You can no longer hide behind your protectors, as you each will be alone to fend for yourself, unless you elect to run across and join up with your "allies", but that is up to each of you. Do not forget you are all murderers and should not put your life blindly in the hands of another. Give us a good show!"
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Justified stands showing a serious wound. Taking in his new surroundings he sizes up what the score is. Gaza, thank you for the healing you must have provided. Without it I would likely be bleeding out. You have my gratitude and my protection if you would accept it.
Looking to the monk holding his glaive he refers to his wound and comments Had I stood back and not closed you would wear this wound. You know this to be true. And for thanks you take my only weapon?[b] Justified shakes his head at the callousness of the monk. [b] The way you hold it shows you do not know how to use that weapon. Give it to me and I swear I will not attack you during this coming fight if you do not attack me.
As he speaks he walks towards Kwin.
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Justified continues his walk but his actual destination is Emilian's body. He first picks up the shield and then a wicked looking spike that came from the chain room. Expertly, he brandishes the shield with swift blocks and thrusts and then stabs at the air with the spike. If his movements are slowed due to his wound, it is hard to see.
I would still prefer my glaive, Haterivet, but if you do not see fit to show me that honor then these will serve. He continues his walk, moving towards Gaza. With a sly smile he adds, not looking back at Haterivet, And maybe I will start beside you.
Positioning Roll
Kwin approaches Gaza and those gathering around.
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Emilian breathes in protest as his weapons and shield are stolen.
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Justified leans over and whispers in Gaza's ear.
He then glances at Cirnos.
As the others crowd around the priestess, Cirnos remarks to the remaining assembly:
SECRET MESSAGE ROLL: (+/-) any distance penalties??
"You see that? That is what trusting a friendly word will get you. When the going gets tough they up and leave, only looking out for themselves. You think those five over there have your best interests at heart? Then I'm sure you will believe me if I say that they will make Emilian all better. Know that each of them would just as gladly place your head on that chopping block and swing the axe themselves; that they need not risk their own neck."
Pointing at the blood streak that was Emilian, "Not a single tear shed for what could have been a great man. That is a callous, cut-throat killer. You may not think much of me, that is your choice, I am not here for your friendship. I am here to get out of this damn prison. I've offered you all this chance before, but maybe when you see the odds stacked against you, that you will pay it some thought." Gesturing over at the swarm of people surrounding the cleric.
"We all want the same thing, to get out of here with our heads still attached and walking. So I offer this again. Make an oath with me, and I'm at your side through thick and thin. But this is no pretty prose, this is putting your life in someone's hands, and I would hope all of you take it seriously. We swear the oath, and focus on surviving, not worrying about your 'buddy' stabbing you in the back." Pointing to each of them in turn... "You Quain, you look like a breeze could blow you over, that halfling going to give you a chance to shoot that pretty cross bow of yours before he caves in your skull with that sling of his? That he took of the corpse of your 'friend', and don't think we haven't forgotten your oath, we will see how much your word is worth."
" Menas, that fancy new armor you got will only last so long before they tear you apart like rabid dogs."
"And you Hat...." and Cirnos pauses a short while... "You don't talk much, so I can only judge your actions, frankly you disturb me as one of those Kuthonites, but you got guts, and I respect that."
"Or, you can tell me to go burn in the pits of hell, the decision is yours. But I have as always made my intentions known and stand by my word. You know who has saved some of us, and those who have left them to die."
Calling out to the other side of the field..
"When you are done whispering those sweet nothings in the priestess's ear, you may thank me for saving your skin."
"You may have been still asleep then but I have already given word that there will be no healing till the end of this match, I cant go back on that, besides I have one burst left and maybe two actual cures, they will be needed at the end regardless of who lives. Good luck, Justified. Stick with Kor, I already gave him a plan of action."
"Here, you may need this."She hands him the dart.
Position roll