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Absinthe spits a curse, having not expected the landsharks to be capable of climbing up the rock. She moves towards the others as fast as she can...!
"Now I'm not supposed to be interfering," Abby says as she draws the blade of Blackjack, "but if one of these bleeders comes for me, then it - will - bleed." A shimmer of magical force goes up around the tiefling.
"The honour I have is me own. Don't need to glom any from someone else. 'Sides, someone needs to do nothing at all to interfere and make sure no one else does."
"As if a hallucination could ever do me justice, sister Mel," Abby playfully chides the Dusk Elf Witch.
"Now I'm not supposed to be interfering with nothing," Abby says, as though talking to herself, "but I think I'd make a bit of a ruckus if anything or anyone was sneaking up unawares from outside this little arena. If only to say howdy and howdy-do, mind."
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"Aren't they just?" Abby seems to less come out of hiding than she somehow just melts forward out of the barren rock of the mesa. She casually pats some rock-dust off of her clothes and gives Krojun a look that is reasonably polite, but also rather ... flat. "I trust there's no problem here?" she asks, as she casually huffs on her fingernails and buffs them on her shirtfront. "I just thought I'd keep an eye out, just in case anyone or anything thought it'd be fun to pitch rocks at the thsamek or try to eat them in the dark of night. We must be sporting about this honour business, mustn't we?"
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Abby tilts her head at Jarha.
Abby blinks peacefully at Jarha.
She gives Melianthe and Seren a polite nod each.
"I would prefer the more standard kind, if you don't mind," Absinthe replies. "No offense intended. If you have another wand handy, that would be most welcome." She glances to Melianthe. "Or perhaps you have a few healing spells prepared, Melianthe?"
"Not today, loud one," Absinthe says as she shakes off the effects of the roar -- and launches into a blur of attacks!
Still here, no matter how it may seem, and willing to play.
Absinthe barks a brief laugh. "I wouldn't know, Mel. Never been one for the opera. Or beauty contests."The tiefling casts a sly look at Seren.
The Rogue waits silently for Segang to go first. The instant he lunges, she ghosts after him, still equipping both weapons, a shimmering rectangle of force in front of her.
"Move it!" Absinthe snaps. "And keep blasting it while you go!" Abby does ... something that causes a cocoon of shimmering force to cover her, and she moves to cover the casters' retreat.
"Very well," Abby says as she stalks forward, mithral rapier shimmering in one hand, a steel dagger in the other. "We need to draw it outside, yes? Casters, blast then retreat. I'll guard your backs."
"There is this." A mace, gleaming like sterling silver, lands in the sand beside Melianthe, and suddenly Abby is there, as if she were never gone.
"Not art, perhaps, but hopefully 'shiny' enough to be bait." She looks Seren up and down. "It suits you. Now. Does either of you masterful arcanists know whether this beast can see in the dark? Because if it cannot, I might be able to blind it some."
Cursing in Abyssal, Absinthe stabs out at the assassin to the right.
Absinthe hops up on Segang's shoulders and leaps off from there to land behind the red mantis to the right, putting him in a flank!
Abby leaps up, kicking off from the wall, and twists in mid-air to land behind one of the Red Mantis assassins. "We killed the last couple of you bug-faced losers who tried it on," she says in a conversational tone of voice while stabbing out for the assassin's vitals. "You'd think at least some of you would have the sense the gods gave the common mule and know not to keep trying it on."
"We need to go," Abby says. "Either we're in trouble or the people by the elevator are, and in both cases we need to be elsewhere."
"Perhaps we should ask the opinion of our fellow travellers," Abby suggests, with a nod for the Shoanti.
"Did you sneeze or are those worlds? What's their story then?"
"Granted I'm no scholar, but ... 'all'? How many of them are there, then?"
"No. What if he's sealed inside it or something, and you smashing the damn thing kills him, like smashing an egg before the baby bird is ready to hatch? Hammer away from the big orb. Go stand in the corner!"
"Or there's a secret passage somewhere," Abby suggests. "I'll check again - after we've figured out whether we can get Seren back or not."
"You all saw that, too, right? What just happened?" Abby asks. "Sister Mel?"
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"You're not some whackjob wizard, you're our whackjob wizard," Abby says. "We can trust you."
"No," Abby says as she straightens up again. "Definitely not. Jarha's got the right of it; we need to scout out this whole floor first. Don't want to go down that shaft only for the doors up here to open up and an army of the undead to come pouring out and jump in after us. Or some whackjob wizard comes out of hiding, seals up the hole and leaves us stuck down there to die."
Absinthe crouches, regarding the hole.
Shoanti: Abby replies before advancing.
"Then, out of respect for your feelings on the matter, we shall proceed with all possible respect,"
Shoanti: Abby responds in polite, though slightly distracted Shoanti. "Hmm. While I can understand you would have ... trust issues with non-Shoanti, I hope you will understand if I find that just a teensy bit hurtful. We are not known for desecrating ruins,"
"Right, then," Abby says as she goes in first, checking for traps...
"Casters, kindly start scanning for magic now, and keep doing so until we are ready to depart," Absinthe says. "Jarha, with me, please."
"Indeed," Abby says, again unsheathing rapier and mace, and handing the latter off to her tail. "Jarha, you have a keen eye. Join me?"
"You have that bug-helmet," Abby corrects the barbarian. "I'll take last watch."
No line of sight?
Without saying a word, Absinthe draws her mithral rapier and her light mace, handing the latter off to her tail.
"No, no, that would take too much strength, see?" Abby says, mimicking the motions of a shear in an effort to explain. "With shears, you would need to exert strength to cut through the limb in one go, but your strength is divided over two blades by the cutting motion. With a single edge, you can exert a sawing motion, creating a single place of weakness upon which you can focus your full strength."
"Rapiers are designed for stabbing, dear, not chopping," Abby replies - while lightly poking Melianthe's ribs with her tail. "This calls for a different kind of edge... Can I borrow a shortsword or a bone saw from anyobe?"
Abby wipes her blade on the dead wyvern and sheathes it.
"Unless you get flying right now," Abby casually tells the drake, "I expect you shall make a most fetching handbag." Again, the mithral rapier lashes out.
Abby surveys the battlefield and sincerely wants to go to Jarha's aid -- but he is just a little too far away. So instead, she moves to flank the wyvern at Segang's back, to prevent it from stopping the barbarian from coming to the healer's aid. Running across the sand, the tiefling draws the mithral rapier Vencarlo passed down to her and lashes out at the scaly beast!
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