The aoo he rolled was for this counter then.
Mercutio's taking hits instead of dealing.
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Maladash misses, for a change.
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Round 4:
Mercutio
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Brayden continues to watch with excitement, splashing his ale all over the table as he laughs at each combatant's missed blow.
"AHAHAHA! I've seen better punches thrown by a hic goblin! A goblin... with no arms!" He drops his very red face onto the table, laughing quite hysterically at his own "joke."
A figure enters the inn.
She observes the savage duel.
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Mercutio's turn again.
After inquiring as to what spurned the fight, the figure moves more towards the front row, as it were, to see it up close.
The figure, while hooded, looks to be a young female.
Some slight cleavage shows.
Her early twenties maybe?
But the hood is covering the finer details of her face, and her lower face reveals no expression.
She is wearing leather armor and boots that end in metal tips.
Looks like a human to you.
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"What are you snooping for?", she addresses you clearly, yet remains looking at the fight.
Mercutio strikes back, landing the side of the pick onto Maladash' scalp with a solid WHACK.
Maladash 5/11
Mercutio 2/12
Maladash' tries a high kick, but Mercutio holds the pick in front of his face to block it.
Mercutio's up again.
The table the other three of you are sitting at has become engulfed by the mist. You still see your drink, but now only the sounds of Mercutio and Maladash are indicators of where they are.
Dwarf: "Hey...pale guy, we're missing the show now :("
Half-orc: "The only thing you'll be missing is his KO shot, bwahaha!"
The spectators keep a ring of sorts, providing sort of a 15x15 feet circular arena. They'd prevent you from wandering off, until either one of you takes a nap or yields.
Maladash's up.
With the two duelists emerging from the dissipating mist, Maldash's bruises seem to have healed up.
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Maladash knocks out Mercutio.
Some excited half-orc: "HUAHAAA, pay up dwarf!"
Dwarf: *Grumbles*
Mercutio's being taken care of by a bar maid, who happens to be skilled in 1st aid.
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The figure steps in with an unusual grace, her boots' heels ticking on the wooden floor. Still hooded, and most of her arms hidden underneath a wide mantle, the voice of a young confident woman sounds.
"Well well....you're quite the hotshot, aren't you.
Calling the unfortunate a lowly ghoul, and healing yourself where he could not."
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What's your response, Maladash?
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"Mind your business, woman. For this guy I am willing to risk my life, and I hope he will do the same for me. Anyway, to treat his wounds I already had. In short, it is our own business how we spend our time. And who the hell you are? I'd say the Abyss take you all - but it sounds like a compliment."
Without waiting for an answer, Maladash go to Mercutio and gives a short pray to some 'Lady in the Shadows'
"After a short rest I am always willing to give you a second chance. Most importantly, use your mind as well as strength and song, and you must prevail. Har!! "
The left corner of the woman's mouth arches up.
"Oh? Is that a challenge, honey? Because i'm all up for that."
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"No. And you should not play with fire. You can burn yourself. Such duel I accept from friends. With the rest I either decide all in a conversation, or fight to death. I warn you, and don't suggest to cross the line. "
Heard the words of his comrade, made almost simultaneously with his own, Maladash respectful looks at Asterion.
"Just traveling, i'll spare you the bothersome details.
I heard your boy here was comparing the other unfortunate to a rotting corpse. Ghouls are such disgusting creatures.
I usually don't bother, but i'd take personal offense too if i were addressed that way."
It could be you...but maybe her complexion is somewhat similar to Mercutio's?
"Then again...", she sizes both of you up. "i'd probably not even have a warming up fighting you two."
Who silently stares back, softly smiling at Maladash´s bravery.
Murmers are starting, at the sight of the victorious half-orc now seemingly responding to the innuendo the mystery woman is dropping.
You would clearly recognize kin by complexion, and she is to your guess very likely a dhampir.
By her figure....a hot one at that.
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Brayden awakens from Maladash's calling, albeit weary and slightly drunk, but feeling more ill than anything else. He quickly realizes what's going on and sits up in his chair.
"My apologies, madame, perhaps my friend here has not calmed down from his duel. Please, forgive his *hic* haste in assuming you are a threat." She looks like one of Mercutio's kind...
"I am if provoked, honey. I've no reason to be after you unless you join his side."
While the pendant does not ring a bell of any nobility you have heard of, you do recall a story a retired monster hunter once told you long ago.
That while on a hunt, a portal opened and a duo of scholars, to his guess, wearing the insignia as a brouche. They declared themselves members of the Brimstone society, but you don't recall details of that name.
Unless the check was a little higher.
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There was nothing at all wrong with when you cast divine favor earlier, or most other spells, but what Chyrone and I are saying is that healing, in the context of a nonlethal duel, is an entirely different animal, all the more so if your opponent can't.
Before Mercutio goes to the mysterious lady:
"Well, I'm sorry for the ghoul. I meant no harm. As you say, no hard feelings. "
Maladash's words towards Mercutio seem to make her stand slightly more casual, as if the waiting for something was over.
Being up close, Mercutio could see the hint of canines through some of her words.
His own words aren't enough to sway her though.
"No need to go kiss my hand.
I'm just traveling. Suffice to say, it's refreshing that in these lands i don't have to hunt down my kind. Plus that my kind isn't all related here."
She appears serious though.
"Don't take any bull from anyone."
The young woman waves it away.
"I drink stronger than mere mead or wine. I'll be retiring for the night. Places to be, places to investigate tomorrow."
She grins, her left mouth corner now clearly showing a sharp canine.