Seeing his taunt didnt have its desired effect her. He took a quick step to the side further encircling her and just focused on hitting the beast as hard as he could....
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He let out a loud enough noise of pain from the horns of Jade bull slamming into him. He shook his head and smirked as Saraon healed some of the wound. Cracking his neck he roared out. "if you were gonna give me a little love tap like that you should have asked for a kiss...." Sidestepping to begin to circle their target He swung his bardiche hard.
His scowl grew when he realized he had perhaps made the move a little too obvious... but it was no matter the encirclement had begun. He spat on the ground at his feet. "That all you got big girl?"
He chuckled and cracked his neck looking at the impresive druid. "i'll join in this dance this time."
"I go in and do my best to keep her attention while hte rest of you flank her and hit her hard?" He rumbled scratching the side of his face that was growing soem stubble... it itched feircely today. "Im not exactly the best at fancy plans"
schools out for summer!
He bobbed his head simular to Saraon and frowned. She had a hell of a first punch so to speak. but the way she charged in... if she kept up that methodology in her combats they could take advantage.... if. of course. He patted Hezekh on the back as a show of support to his idea of a group go on the morrow
According to the last tests the cancer is on the retreat and being eradicated by the radiation. So thats good, Still a long way to go for my sister but that hurdle is cleared at least.
"He'll get the job done im sure." He said quietly still stepping softly through the druids enclave. He felt out of place here. These were good folk doing good things. The dirt on their shoes held more value than he did probably.
"just let me know if we need to choke it out..." He said solemnly.
"So its rooted down? or it walks? Im a mite confused of killer death plant anatomy."
He startled to shaking his head and grinning slightly. Lost in his thoughts. Dark ones... He shook off the annoyances of his mind wandering instead nodded to sprig. "On it Boss." He set his stuff down and cracked his neck waving his arms in a circle as if to loosen them up. Then he moved to help with the logs and conveyances to move the logs a bit easier.
sorry for the silence. positive news. i should have some mental bandwidth availible soon. Sisters cut things out of her surgery went well today. Still not out of the woods.. but its the first big hurdle. Again very sorry
He was quiet as was his usual but his hackles naturally get a little up when the hawk fellow mentioned "allowing" to let them live. Threats like that just irked him. He was glad he learned long ago to bite his tongue though. The scenery was nice. "Bas." He said simply nodding. You didnt offer hands to someone said they could have killed you.He knew sometimes you had to be the biggerr beaing still. He backed away and let sprig work his talking... warily keeping an eye all around them now.
"out here in the wastes. It is often best to start with violence. I think i could have handled the skinny fellow just fine...but perhaps it was better safe than sorry. Perhaps it was best it was us." He was silent during most of the travels, keeping his thoughts to himself watching the distance for any threats... the rent in the earth drew some attention from him. Despite the clear state of distruction within he kept a wary eye to it till it was far in their dust.
"If anyone is going to get its ire... it should be me... back up everyone! RWaaah! He called out to his friends his mind drifting to the prediciment. He suppsed dying by a demons claws protecting goodly folks was as good a way as any to readdress the ol cosmic scoreboard not that he could ever repay the blood on his hands.He roared out and spun about using the extra momentum to put even more heft into his swing.
He froze as the old man shifted into some form of demon monster complete with shards of armor and barbed wire. He was wise enough to realize letting go of the creature was the wisest choice. He tumbled and rolled torwards his bardiche.
He clutched his bardiche and turned and spun as hard as he could at the demon.
"whoa whoa whoa.. easy there old man. no need for violence." He began holding up his hands placatingly.... then he charged and tried to pin the man to the ground before he could hurt someone or himself.
"easy there pops.... take it easy. Anywhere here on this quest with you?" He slowly eased the bardiche to the ground.. not that he didnt htink he couldnt wrestle the fellow to the ground if he made a wrong move. He barely looked able to keep a grip on those weapons let alone use them. He was going to do his best to not hurt the... probably madman. "Why don't you uh.. let me hold those for you hmm? tell us more about this puzzle you have to destroy eh?" He moved slowly towards the man hands out for the weapons. . . ready to react and move if the man turned hostile.
"I'll lope on ahead and check it out boss." He began heading that way ar a ground eating pace using his Bardiche like a walking stick. He didnt just waltz into the middle of the tent... about 60 feet away he paused studying the tents looking for obvious danger or something moving.
He was quiet in town, he almost always was. Guilt written all over his face. Normally after such a large score in his past he would have gotten drunk until he found a lady willing to have some private fun or until he got in a right. . . but this time he quietly stayed back, enjoying just one drink and some fine food in a corner while keeping an eye on his boss and his friends. He kept his eye out on the townsfolk looking from someone whom appeared down on their luck, barring that a young woman whom looked like a mother. He had a lot of making up to do for his past. The last time he had tried to find a kid to help out they had all ran from the scarring and burns. As the evening wore on he decided that a hot bath and laundering of his clothes would be wise, and he paid for that, going so far as asking one of the workers there were the best spot for clothing in the town was. Perhaps it was time for some new clothes...
Get back here A@~%#%*!" Bas growled as the thing attacked Hezekh and he followed after it once more striking at it hard.
He wasnt sure what the hell that thing was.. but it seemed to be the cause of the screaming agony coming from his ally and that he couldnt stand. He took on big stepp bringing his bardiche back behind him over his head and down... trying to shatter it into peices....
He moved torwards the rust risen that had somehow managed to avoid the entanglement and attacked it with his bardiche as hard as he could.
"Hmmm," Ronan says, his face aglow as he taps away at the terminal before him. "Now which tribe dj'all piss off?" He chuckles as he asks the question, happy to join in the release of tension (and hoping that the terminal didn't explode in his face). "That Steel tree tribe i think it was they lived in this hallow with all those metal trees that look like towers everywhere.... He shrugged sheepishly and retrieved his bardiche trying not to look too embaressed."It that damned teenager had just left me alone.. Im still sorry i hit him like that boss. You would think i would get used to people making faces at my scars by this point..." He said quietly.
tell me it hit near where the bullet hole was
He hit it twice as hard as he could and the thing still stood there howling in fury. He wouldnt lie he was absolutely afraid of the thing. It wasnt right or natural. It was time to go. The hallways were narrow. his Bardiche woud make things difficult so he dropped it and ran... as far away from the howling creature as he could. . . .
"Oh light that stings! He hissed out his voice coming out just a fraction of a higher pitch. He hurt in ways he didnt know hw could.. at least it was his supposed girlfriend dousing him him in oil and lighting him on fire again. His tumbeled to he side trying to put the ghost between friends and himself.He shifted his weight and swung the bardiche at eh ghost again. He knew it wasnt doing as effective damage as some others . . . but it did look like it was doing something at least so there was that.
"whoa there pretty lady.. calm down..." He said in placating tones before he slashed hard at the ghost. he didnt think that would work... but he didnt have a lot of other options either.
"I"LLbe okay it did get me a little though guess i should have been quicker..."
He heared kat call out about whether her gunfire was doing anything and he couldnt really tell... "Just keep hammering it! these damn metal monsters its always hard to tetll if you hare doing anything or not! To back up his words he struck again ahard!
He roared out as the electricity stung his flesh. He took two powerful steps to teh robot and swung with all his might at it.
"get back folks or behind something, let me get its attention." He heft his bardiche and ran his tongue along his teeth and cheek before spitting on the floor. He prepared to charge forward and engage it when the others looked ready.
"Will somebody tell me what that was?" He asked prodding the thing with the end of the bardiche.
"On it boss." He spat a big hack of spittle on the grind and shifted his grip on his Bardiche before he swung it as hard as he could.
"aw hell this will hurt." He muttered as he pushed by Katheryn and then his best rolling dive to the side of the monster coming up on his feet slashing hard with his bardiche.
I second what Saraon said! Congrats! And Study hard! I prefer my airline pilots to be. . . hyper compentant :)
He followed completely out of his element. That spider robot creeped him completely out.
I am a rock smashing barbarian... So he better watch his tone He grumbled as he followed along mostly quiet and careful. He let his eyes wander the place looking for more mundane of traps... He didnt expect any, but he also wasnt going to be complacent
He watched the Vulture fly away with a nod. It was strange he was kind of glad they didnt have to kill the animal. Hopefully it stayed away long enough they could get what they needed and be long gone. He paused when sprig mentioned the idea of having the spider climb up the spire and he nodded... that was one hell of an idea.
"SO... uh... its heading straight for us." He added as he moved forward and readied to try and cleave the damned thing in half it got within reach of him.
He charged the tree monster with his Bardiche held back almost dragging it along the ground. When he neared the tree he used his momentum to throw the blade into the attack.
He frowned at the size of the undead moving tree... things got weird in the wastes. Instead of trying to figure out what it was he readied his Bardiche and moved to the front of the group making sure he was between them and the tree zombie. "What are we uh... doing boss its getting closer." He asked just a hint of nerves in his voice.
He followed along into the saloon pausing at the doorway letting his eyes adjust then looking over the place and crowd. He was looking for potential trouble, women, and gambling . . . probably in that order too. After a moment he followed his Boss Sprig to a table making sure he kept his back to the section that looked least problematic so he could keep his eyes where he thought trouble might linger.
He was already unloading the heavier thans that needed lifted from the wagon. That was sort of his unmentioned job, even when the others were about. He paused in his work and half turned to spot Hezekh speaking with Sprig and gave the man a nod. There was something about Hezekh that Bas liked...never could put a finger on it, but it was there. "Hezekh....Believe i still owe you a drink, I'll settle up on it when Im done unloading." He gave the impressive man a nod before turning back to his work.
To make sure none of them got any better ideas he roared out and "chased" after them for a dozen or so steps...until it was clear they were indeed going to keep running. He stopped and nodded only swaying slightly as he returned the large purpling bruise on the side of his face where the two headed brute clocked him a good one became obvious. He took a moment then pulled a knife sawing through the thick leather cord ignoring any murmors or thanks merely nodding torwards teh rest of the party.
With another roar, no doubt trying to keep the monsterous mutant focused on him, he struck.
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