Bjorkus knocks on the door. You hear some footsteps and the door opens to reveal a tengu. "Yes what do you..." Your interaction is cut short as a barbed crossbow embeds itself into his chest and he falls over. You all look around and Kal sees where the shot came from. Roughly 100 feet away on the rooftop of what looks to be a factory stands a humanoid of some kind with a heavy crossbow.
”What the-“
Bjorkus crouches as the bolt flies past him.
”Get the shooter!”
Bjorkus mutters a healing spell and touches the injured birdman.
Chubs moves forward trying to take cover behind a building and takes a shot.
"Give yourself up!" yells Kal at the sniper, before focusing his attention on the skies, summoning them to do his bidding.
Opal sends some magic missiles at the sniper before also taking cover.
The lone sniper grimaces as he is hit twice. Ignoring the ones who hit him, he gives in to his rascist tendencies and fires three times at Kal!
With the tengu stable for now, Bjorkus bolts across the street to the base of the building the shooter is firing from.
"Luthor, try to help Kal!"
"Sure, Bjorkus. I'll heal Kal." Luthor pulls his wand and hits Kal with it.
Chubs continues to strafe and fires another shot at the sniper.
Opal stays where she is and fires another magic missile.
The lone sniper on the roof, takes aim at the speeding minotaur. "I won't be taken in."
Kal staves off the poison for now.
"You need to get back in this fight, Kal." Luthor draws a scroll and reads it.
Bjorkus is confused as the bolts pierce his hide while the totally vulnerable human 100 feet away goes unmolested.
As the minotaur ponders these oddities, he scales the ladder.
Reaching the top, the perforated and heavily wounded bull lunges for the shooter.
Bjorkus climbs up the wall and grabs hold of the camped sniper!
Chubs makes a mad dash for the building!
Opal fires off another magic missile!
Why am I yelling?!
The sniper tries to break free!
But he fails.
The raging minotaur squeezes his victim in a crushing bullhug.
Kal groans softly as he wakes up, then closes his eyes again in an attempt to discern the extent of his wounds.
As he comes to, he looks up at Bjorkus and yells, "Keep him alive. He's going to suffer."
"Welcome back to the living, Kal. Now quit slacking." Luthor moves towards the fight.
"No promises", the minotaur growls as he squeezes the cowardly sniper.
Chubs climbs up the ladder next to Bjorkus. "Save some of this ugly longshank for me!" He grins bearing his teeth.
Opal stays safe and fires more force missiles.
The sniper again tries to break free.
Corlan falls unconscious again.
"Better hurry captain. I feel him breaking."
Kal crawls over to the tengu and reaches out his hand to touch its lower leg.
Luthor keeps moving, hoping to not miss the fight.
Chubs moves around and takes a bite out of the sniper.
Opal fires more missiles!
And the sniper falls!
Kal tries to stop the poison from killing the tengu.
Unfortunately despite Kal's best efforts, the poison takes it's toll and kills the Tengu.
Bjorkus slings the limp assassin over his shoulder and climbs back down the ladder.
The bull arrives moments after the tengu has expired.
”Is he gunna make it?”
"Sorry."
”Don’t worry about it Kal. We’ll get our answers out of this sod’s sorry ass.”
Bjorkus dumps the assassin on the ground, drops down so that he’s sitting on his chest, and then touches the shooter with a healing spell to wake him.
”Our bird is dead. We need information and now you’re gunna give it to us. Who sent you and how do we find them?”
”Start talking or that weight on your chest is moving forward and down your throat.”
"Alright, alright. I'll talk. I was hired to take out Haddon Pike, Roweena Kellet, and that bird Corlan. That sodding colored woman Zarskia paid me good money to do it."
Blood still pouring from the arrows in his chest, Kal glares at the man. "Who's Kellet, where do we find Zarskia, and do you prefer your right hand or left?"
"I don't know, just someone else I had to get rid of. Corlan was the last one. Zarskia works out of the Jasperleaf Apothecary in Port Peril. And what do you mean by my right hand or left hand?"
Kal pulls out a dagger, staring the man in the eyes. "Fine, then I'll pick. Bjorkus, mind holding him a bit more tightly? I'd like to make a point."
He proceeds to carve a large symbol into the man's right arm, making sure it will scar permanently. It's a mixture of a large lightning bolt combined with the Free Captain motif.
Bjorkus nods and leans in to hold the assassin still as Kal does his grisly work.
”If we see you anywhere in the Shackles again, you’re a dead man. Do you understand?”
The man cries out in pain. "You'll pay for this. No stinking does this to me. Or some freak cow." He says gritting his teeth.
Kal frowns. "Oh, and one other thing. Well, technically two, I suppose."
He cuts off the man's thumbs.
The man roars in pain, tears streaming down his face.
Kal's voice is soft, yet still holds a dangerous edge. "Now, I suggest you apologize."
The man spits in Kal's face defiantly.
The minotaur rears back with a massive fist and bludgeons the man into unconsciousness. Once he's out, Bjorkus strips him completely leaving him a bloody naked mess.
"Let's go. If he has any sense he'll leave the Shackles for good."