"Im no...not..not that good an... an aim. Sh..sh...shoot one with the grp..grapple bow, then I..I..I will take it and us...use the rope lik..like a pulley drop...dropping down and l..launching him into...in..into the sky."
He said readying himself to catch the bow and drop down... this should work after all...right.
Harpina chants to herself before a blade made entirely of fire springs forth in her hand. She rushes towards the enemy in the cover of the library.
Unsure about what was happening, Callanniel followed Harpina closely, caring to assume a defensive stance.
You see the gang members moving forward and drawing weapons or pulling shortbows out of concealment and taking cover behind the broken walls. Arrows begin flying out in an attempt to spill your blood.
The arrows fly wildly, coming nowhere near their targets.
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He aimed for the wall next to the door, tryying to find a way to brass the strange crossbow so he could slide down the rope into combat. He whistled for Dewdrop to follow Harpina and Cal
You can distantly hear splintering wood as the crossbow bolt punches through the weakened wood. As the line is drawn taught it pulls the bookshelf over with it, freeing the bolt and toppling the shelf onto the men screaming below it.
The quickly burst from the back of the shelf but seem to be stuck at the mment.
"Loos like they have some hostages..."
Any moves forward, sword drawn. He moves with a grace, obviously trying to draw the attention of the enemy. As his sword weaves a pattern in the air, his feet begin a dance to match. He speaks in a clear voice, chanting in a guttural-sounding tongue.
Harpina chants once more in sylvan before touching Cal and moving closer to the enemy once again.
Callanniel once more moves ahead and prepares a defensive stance, following Harpina's floral perfume. "How about staying a little steps behind me miss Harpina... I'll not be able to forgive myself if anything happens to you."
The men still stuck in the remains of the shelf pull themselves out of it fully before taking up their bows once again. One does manage to get a shot off before his fellows charge into combat with Harpina and Callanniel.
With all of the motion none of the attacks hit.
Anyborthelos moves to engage one of the men, and takes a swing with his cutlass. Whirling and weaving, he swings his weapon in a wide arc, gaining momentum on the down swing, aiming for his opponent's head.
Whomever had described elves as creatures of grace and beauty had probably never seen Corrin in a tree. He began to try to hurry down the branches to help his new friends when his foot completely missed a branch and he came down much faster than he planned. With a startled yelp of some pain and surprise he rose from where he had fallen.
G...g...get them De..dewdrop!
He ordered from behind the tree.
clearly concern for his friend affected the young elk whom only made a halfhearted headbutt torwards the redfang between him and Harpina.
Harpina gives a savage grin with her enemy so close by. She bears her fire blade and slashes at an opponent.
The man screams as the fire burns his flesh, dropping to the ground barely conscious.
Callanniel needed reach to attack with his weapon but would not retreat and let the enemies flank or swarm over Harpina so he moved forward, trying to avoid any retaliation from his enemy. On the other side, Callanniel stroke with his spear. After the attack, he positioned his spear so he'd be able to strike again quickly, focusing his senses to notice his surroundings.
The Red Fang Squad member currently standing up attempts to bring down Callanniel as he moves past and flails about so hard that his blade ends up point down in the ground. He pulls out his dagger and attempts to attack Any, having received a nasty cut across his cheek earlier.
Anyborthelos' dance is too quick for the dagger to even come near him. The other squad members, not wanting to shoot their friends aim high at Nilelane in the trees.
One arrow manages to graze Nilelane, the rest clattering in the branches around her.
Any continues to dance, and bob and weave. He whirls faster and faster, relying on his speed to keep him safe from attacks. He hops back to avoid a swing, and it causes his own swing to fall short.
Seeing Nilelane's wildy heroic and pretty awesome swing down the young druid hurried forward in a strange half hobble half hurried charge.
Dewdrop lowered his head and rammed into the Red fang squad member between he and Anyborthelos
Nilelane goes hurtling through the trees and rides a line down before hitting the still unstable wall of the library. The wall comes crashing down on the screaming heads of the Red Fang members using it for cover.
Dewdrop finishes the squad member trying to match Anyborthelos' dance and avoid his cutlass. Harpina looks down at the squad member only barely conscious and flicks her flaming blade through him.
Harpina again marches towards the library, and the last standing squad member.
Callanniel counts the enemies as they charge and also count them as they fall, the sound of their screams of pain and the smell of blood. Atop those scents, Callanniel is able to notice that Harpina's perfume once more moves ahead so he follows closely, this time being finally able to move into a position where he would be able to protect her.
He hears a shiver to his left and thrusts the spear again...
"It looks like you need no protection, miss Harpina, but even if I believe you'd beat me in a melee, I must still try to put myself between you and the enemy..."
Cal's spear comes close to the last standing squad member, but the man is able to deflect it at the last second. He steps within Callanniel's reach and draws his short sword before attempting to disembowel Cal.
The blade manages to slip in between several of the links in Callanniel's armor and score a deep line along his ribs.
Any gasps as his companion is stabbed, and renews his assault on the foe in front of him.
Corrin darted forward chanting softly under his breath his hand glowing with a soft green light as he finished he reached up and touched Callaniel's shoulder the healing power of nature coursed through him restoring his wounds. Dewdrop pranced forward and around lowering his head and attempting to gore into the foe standing there before him.
The man, though surrounded, knows that the blood of one of the group stains his blade and growls low to himself.
Any readjusts his position and Harpina works her way around the man, who takes the opportunity to stab at her.
She nimbly avoids his blade before applying her own.
She takes off his head using her own flaming sword. With this foe falling the clearing around the burned building falls silent once more.
- 6 suits mwk studded leather
- 6 short swords
- 30 daggers
- 2 potions (other 4 crushed by shelves/walls)
- 6 longbows
Harpina looks at the destruction and the remains of the library. She raises her eyebrow delicately, "Well now it makes sense why the Queen would ask that everyone here hunt down any nascent cults."
"Thank you so much, Corrin... I believe I was hit by a lucky attack but nevertheless I was hit! I owe you one I guess." Callanniel smiles before following Nilelane. "Lady Harpina, will you want to keep along with us until we find Saphron? By now I'm pretty confident that you are more than able to handle yourself, even if I'd prefer to not risk your life..."
Harpina considers Cal's question. "Hopefully Saphron is still in the clearing where I left her. I will continue on this path with you until this particular menace has disappeared from Omesta."
Nilelane checks the stairs thoroughly and doesn't see anything untoward. Sneaking down a few of the wrought iron steps she sees a large room full of wooden cross shelving. There is the entrance to another room with a large plaque over it that says "ARCHIVES". The stone around it doesn't quite look right, like the entrance could collapse under the wrong pressure.