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Owen hunkers down inside the airship, hidden craftily behind a set of pipes, he sets a broadcast on loop on an open channel, allowing anyone to listen and track the signal. With that he removes his helmet and falls into a restless sleep. | |
She covers Oliver from a shockwave of one of the blasts. "This is going Khyber-bound real fast! I need to get some cover for my retreat..." She mutters a few choice curses and touches her left arm, producing a extremely dense fog around her area, even managing to cover the trees. Now, where is the smartest path to go? This fog will only last for so long. | |
What have you landed yourself into this time Nick, up close and personal with a 6-foot german man..... Richardson deflected a blow with suffecient force to send Rugal back a few feet. Although not stunning him, it was enough to flash-step back, pull out his pistol and empty the magazine. | |
Oliver puts down his hammerspace box, and climbs inside it. | |
Rugal took at few bullets to the chest, but as the last round went stright to his head,He did a motion that looked like he Head-butted the Bullet. | |
She chuckles and grabs the box. "That make some less person, but I'd rather not see what the destruction of the box would do here." Slindis runs around the edge of the fog, making a break for the small clearing in the forest. | |
"Not exactly, no" Richardson threw out a fireball, jumping up to kick Rugal in the face. | |
Oliver climbs out and takes the box back. "Fucking hell, I was just trying something. Anyway, it can't be destroyed. If it were, the hammerspace universe inside it would engulf this one. So we obviously made sure they couldn't break." he says. | |
Rugal Blocked the Fireball with his forearm before grabbing the incoming Leg and slamming Richardson to the Ground. | |
"I have one more trick for now." Richardson sprinted forward, rabbit punching Rugal stunning him for a split second, he crossed his arms. "RAGING!! STOOOOOOOOOORM!!!"
He immediately strolled off, to plan how to not end up as the villain in this kerfuffle. | |
Rugal blocked the attack but at a massive price and watched as Richardson ran off before someone else got hurt. | |
She nods. "I just wanted to make sure. After all, everyone knows how a Bag of Holding reacts with a portable hole." She grins, remembering the stories. Her reminiscing is interrupted by the large explosion from Rugal's fight. Slindis sighs. "I really hope that man managed to get of there okay." | |
Rugal soon limped into view, his Forearms bleeding and Burnt. | |
She walks over to Rugal, hands glowing a soothing white. "It's good to see that you're back, but you don't look too good. Here, I'll patch you up. That is, unless you still feel that you're fine." She smirks a little, glad to see that the worst is over for the time being. | |
Amaya had managed to of all things, find a striker launcher and made it there on the ship. She stored away the units and walked around, finding a bunk an falling into it. "Damn i'm tired." she said and passed out. | |
"Eh...go ahead then..." Rugal replies, now holding his arms out in front of him. ooc: Night. | |
She places her hands on the wounded arms and the white glow rushes into his arms, knitting the bone together and slowing the bleeding to a trickle. "Be careful, it's not that easy for me to use that a lot." Slindis sighs, looking up at the airship. With that up there. it won't be easy to find cover. | |
Rugal Winced and Rubbed his newly healed arms. | |
She rubs the back of her head, flattered. "Well, it's not too hard. Even though I learned at a temple of Vulkoor about two decades ago, the basics aren't too hard to grasp. The only thing you need is a belief in something greater, and the willpower and focus to make it happen. Said focus doesn't need to be a god, though: I know a halfling that believes in himself, and it works for him." Since the sun was beginning to set, she began gathering materials for the night, including meat for a small meal. It was odd that that the stuff almost fell into her lap, but the young Drow chalked it up to luck. "Still, Rugal, you'll need to be a bit more careful in the future. You're our only ticket out of here, and the only reason that one troll got out of here was a cruel joke by his gods. You're not going to accomplish much in Dolurrh, so keep that in mind." She nonchalantly states while moving the hares over the fire. | |
"That's all? Huh, thought there would be more, before this is all over, perhaps I'll return the favor." He joked as he dug into his Hare, it wasn't 5 Star grub like he was used to but you can't have everything... | |
After she finishes eating, she places her quiver and bow a decent distance from the fire. "Who knows, maybe you will. I've certainly seen crazier things in my time, after all." She quips, drinking a bit of water. The meal was certainly better than what she usually had to eat in the wilderness, wolf meat was always too tough and never filled her up. The drow woman removed the armor on her upper body revealing an intricate marking on her left arm, which invoked an almost draconic image. Smiling like a young trainee due to the fresh breeze on her body, she laid down on her back near her equipment, enjoying the night sky. It was no Ring of Siberys, but the stars here were vibrant, even if the airship in the distance did obscure some of them. "Say, what are your plans for when you get back? I've got the feeling I won't be resting much after this. After all, I did kill an Inquisitor, and the repercussions of that are still up to Olladra. Nope, never a simple job for a Torchbearer." She turns towards Rugal, expecting a response. | |
He invented a story. | |
A small twinge of doubt crossed her mind, but she decided to ignore it. After all, he was going to get her back to Stormreach, and that was the important part. "Oh, this? Your guess is as good as mine. It's proven to be useful from time to time, even if there are some blasted elves that pry far too much because of it." She spits out the latter part of the statement. "You know, I was impressed with those moves you pulled off. It takes a good bit of training to pull that off, and I was wondering if you could teach me some of the basics of that. Would you mind taking me under your wing?" She keeps looking at the stars. Fuer'yon, Silverhilt, Terankor, I'll be back soon. | |
"As much as I would love to, it was take many years to reach a notable level, this Fighting style of mine is not based merely on one type, but all of them. I spent my whole life travelling and learning, See I'm more... perceptive then most, I can understand attacks and movements merely by watching, for example, the Kaiser Wave I learned mid battle with a German ruler called Kauser. Then there are the moves I myself have made, like the Genocide Cutter and the G-End. all I can say is this, travel and challenge, live and learn." | |
"Good advice. I'll take it to heart, Rugal. After all, I have plenty of time for that, especially compared to humans." Slindis remembers the fight with the rakshasa, trying to see in her mind where it left its openings. Still, there was that nagging doubt in her mind, saying 'What if you don't make it back? What if it turns out you have to go to the same place Rugal will?' She chuckles to herself, trying to shake off those thoughts. "So, who will take first watch? I don't need much rest, so please don't try to be chivalrous. I already deal with enough of those types back home." | |
"There is no need for that, Rodem here is an excellent watchdog, isn't that right?" Rugal gestured to his Panther who seemed offended by that comment before he climbed a nearby tree and cast a watchful eye over the area. | |
She chuckles. "Good night, Rugal. Hopefully tomorrow proceeds in our favor." She closes her eyes and gets some much-needed rest. | |
Sweet girl, I'm going to enjoy this... Rugal thought before drifting off. | |
Oliver looks at Rugal. "You have a son? What's he like?" he asks. | |
"Mmm..you still here?...His Name is Adel, takes after his father, looks and acts just like me when I was his age, couldn't be prouder..." | |
Richardson flew up to the Valiant and landed on the main strip, looking at the damaged radar tower Good thing my brain is still intact. He stared at the tower as it began to repair itself. "Now where was that Shock Trooper?" He went to the bridge to begin modifying his augments. | |
Owen lets out a pained groan as he streched his legs, practically falling out of his hiding spot into the middle of a corridor, after resting a few minutes face down on the floor he pushes himself up, turning off the broadcast on his helmet and slipping it on, taking a moment to check the HUD settings, he picks up his SMG and peers up and down the corridor in a vain attempt to orientate himself. | |
Ricardson cleared a space on a table in the office beside the bridge and began to dismantle his pistol. "It'll need a bit more punch to get past Rugal", he placed the parts on the table, inspecting them one by one. | |
Owen began to move slowly through the airship, his only goal being to go up, every corner is check thoroughly and each corridor is moved down swiftly even though the motion sensor on his HUD should pick up anything moving within 30 metres. | |
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"Fine by me..." He answered as he readied his Slashing Aura.
A tension filled the air around them, who would strike first?
Before he knew it, Rugal was in Richardson's Face, attempting to land a hit, but being parried, the Aura resulted in Sword on Sword sound effects.