Nicatha manages to finish off the creature, while Skaar grabs the other. The remaining one swipes again at Zia.
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Round 3: Nicatha, Skaar, Chaneques, Zia
Aiming to repeat her swordplay, Zia prepares to parry the next charge.
Zia fails to hit the flying creature.
Round 4: Nicatha, Skaar, Chaneques, Zia
The shadow eagle dives at the monster fighting Zia
Nicatha evokes more burning sliver moon light and hurls it at Zia's foe.
Skaar growls down at the little feyling in his grasp.
"Yield or I'll crush you!"
The chaneque wriggles in Skaar's grasp. "Fine...I surrender, smelly orc."
The other chaneque looks to its kin in Skaar's meaty fists and flies up five feet, out of the range of Zia's weapon. It begins muttering in Abyssal.
Round 4: Nicatha, Skaar, Chaneques, Zia
Skaar growls at his prisoner's jab.
One and one so far. "A surrender! Hear that?" Zia returned to her guarded stance, hoping the creatures would leave them be.
Round 5: Nicatha, Skaar, Chaneques, Zia
With his prisoner held in one fist, Skaar rushes over and retrieves his previously tossed dagger. The big Orc shakes his head to clear the magical doubt clouding his thoughts and hurls the weapon again.
Nicatha turns and flees back down the path.
As Skaar kills the chaneque tormenting Zia, the one in his grasp swipes at his face.
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It takes another swipe at the orc.
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Round 5: Nicatha, Skaar, Chaneque, Zia
Not immediately threatened, Zia dashes towards the remaining opponent with a slash.
C2 hp: 12; non-lethal: 1
Zia lands a bruising jab with her rapier, but nothing more.
Round 6: Nicatha, Skaar, Chaneque, Zia
Skaar grunts in surprise when his prisoner claws (?) him painfully. "You little s+*#."
All of out mercy, the big Orc twists the ugly feyling in his grasp.
Skaar drops the creature's broken body and takes off after Nicatha. "Come back girl! It's just a damned trick!"
Skaar finishes off the bat-like creature and goes chasing after Nicatha.
After thirty seconds, Nicatha will recover her senses and return.
"Their magic overcame me for a moment. They seemed to have more than a little of it."
Nicatha will detect magic on their fallen foes.
Seeing Skaar trot-off to find Nicatha, Zia took a moment to gloat over her fallen foes. "That was foolish," she haughtily provoked to the lifeless forms.
Though her rapier had missed most of the time, there was some fluid on it. She set the weapon around the ground, moving her hands in a circular incantation above it. A small downpour of water occurred, and she picked the blade out of it to wash on her pack's exterior. Zia liked things clean - and the sword was mostly for show anyway. Even if she wouldn't have others think that.
Upon Skaar's return , she felt it necessary to compliment him. "Your combat prowess is significant. Yet you are injured. Let me help." Without protest, she moved to him and placed a cold hand on a wound. The feeling of warm fluid gushing forth was present for a moment, then the pain from the wound subsided.
Returning with Nicatha, Skaar watches as the dusky-skinned woman scans their attackers for valuables.
Hearing Zia's praise, the big Orc grunts in acknowledgement.
"I've been in my share'a scraps. Wrestled a bull minotaur once. Fought a small army's worth of goons in Brassport. That's the first time I've been clawed up by bat-faeries", he admits while admiring the lacerations running along his brawny forearm.
Feeling the rush of the Undine's warmth, the big Orc chuckles. "Thanks Zia. That feels real good."
Zia smiled at his stories. "Sometimes size can be deceptive," she commented, releasing the orc's arm. "Nicatha, do you have any insight to what our next steps should be?"
Willing to go along with mostly whatever was suggested, Zia was ready to leave this place. Talking doors, flying imps - yes, we've been here long enough.
If they be fey, then we shouldn't be surprised to see more. Fey love the shadow realm even if it not be their home."
Skaar retrieves his dagger and gestures toward the wall. "The only way is forward. We should talk to our friend again. Maybe he'll be more helpful after seein' what we did to his pets."
"Yes, Zia. Our foes had wings. That be our way over the wall. I will levitate Skaar and he will carry us over the wall after we are done here."
After scanning the area for magic, Nicatha will consider the fey. Are any part of them useful for spell or fetishes?
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Nicatha determines that the chaneques aren't much use for anything, the skulls at their waist are specially treated fey skulls but appear to have no value in others' hands.
Disappointed to find out that the fey carried nothing of value, Skaar moves up toward the base of the wall and awaits Nicatha's magics.
"So how's this gunna work?"
Enchanting the orc to float upwards like a feather, Nicatha steps close.
"Pick me up, please. We will float together to the wall's apex. Then you will float back down to retreive, Zia. And then we will float down to the other side."
Skaar grunts in surprise when the feeling of weightlessness fills his form. He'd experienced his share of magic before but never something like this. After getting his bearings, the big Orc scoops Nicatha up and slowly drifts towards the top of the wall. "Hold on tight."
"Falling to my doom not be on my list of things to do today," the dark woman says with a smile. "Though perhaps I used too much of my blessings fighting those fey."
Upon reaching the top of the wall, Skaar is surprised to see absolutely nothing beyond the structure. It seems as if reality ends right before his eyes.