Trying to run out of the smoke, wheezing and coughing, Sill pushed herself forward, away from roar and swinging mace.
"Over here, Tusk!"
She needed to get out to the secluded alley. Preferably, away from anyone who could witness the fight.
The Cost Of Independence
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She clears the smoke and manages to stumble her way from the door. She does not need to look back to hear the footfalls of her pursuer as she makes a dash towards the slags. She hears him gaining on her as she darts into the shadow of a ruined hovel on the outskirts of The Slags.
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Running away was easy. The hardest part was what comes after it.
Namely, hiding.
There was already a plan, gathering in mere moments she darted inside the building. First, she chose to blanket the shady joint with silence zone, the scroll produced unleashing power contained within on reading. Now, when she was hidden and silent, there was one other thing to do to buy more time.
Mere seconds of silent concentration produced a globe of darkness in narrow dead-end alley visible from outside the shack. It should give good distraction while she changes her garb to present herself fully armed.
Namely, hiding.
There was already a plan, gathering in mere moments she darted inside the building. First, she chose to blanket the shady joint with silence zone, the scroll produced unleashing power contained within on reading. Now, when she was hidden and silent, there was one other thing to do to buy more time.
Mere seconds of silent concentration produced a globe of darkness in narrow dead-end alley visible from outside the shack. It should give good distraction while she changes her garb to present herself fully armed.
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Sil manages to reach a hiding place but as she reaches for the scroll she realizes her pursuer is just behind her, and the shadows don't bother his eyes any more than they bother hers. He clutches the flail and advances.
"Going to enjoy this."
She has mere seconds he seems to be about to swing his weapon.
"Going to enjoy this."
She has mere seconds he seems to be about to swing his weapon.
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//Guess round is not six seconds...
"Likewise, Grazhag." quick hands took out the mace, which crackled energy. There was a shuffle of legs as she prepared for attack.
"Firts, blowing my undercover work, now almost peeping on me about to change? You are in a world of hurt, fellow Fated or not."
"Likewise, Grazhag." quick hands took out the mace, which crackled energy. There was a shuffle of legs as she prepared for attack.
"Firts, blowing my undercover work, now almost peeping on me about to change? You are in a world of hurt, fellow Fated or not."
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The towering half orc advances a grin on his face he clearly thinks the smaller cornered drow easy prey. He lets the flail swing twice and then takes aim aiming a blow directly at Sil's ribs
//Will need your AC HP AB and the damage of whatever weapon she is using please, I find a screenie of her in game character sheet in a pm works best for this, but any other way is good too.
//Will need your AC HP AB and the damage of whatever weapon she is using please, I find a screenie of her in game character sheet in a pm works best for this, but any other way is good too.
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She is nimble enough to jump back from the first swing of the chain the spiked head of the flail misses her, but the back swing does not and she feels it thud against her side piercing armour and skin the coppery taste of blood fills the drow's mouth. She is able to draw breath though and stay on her feet.
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The strike that would kill a simple citizen damaged small drow, but still looked like it hurt. A great achievement, considering that her garb looked like peasant clothing, covered in sunbaked tan dirt and dark grease stains. Hardly anything that would prevent breaking bones like dry twigs and crooking anyone in half on ground to tremble and twitch in agony.
Yet that stranger stood. Petite miscreant reeled, recoiling to the side from pain, but looked not as hurt as one would expect from mighty blow of savage orc. Sillxhistraja was right about wearing enchanted robe, which looked inconspicuous, but was hardened against blows like suit of chain mail.
"Ouch."
The lips curved, getting pained smile. Blood trickled from the corner of lip, but there was smile.
Dark elf moved fast, shifting from space forward, darting and weaving as she closed in to the bruiser. Whatever opportunity presented itself to smash the bold opponent, drow's maneuvers made it harder to land this blow.
Flash of three quick successive swings blurred in the air, the shadows of building flickering from flashes of fire and thunder, sparks and heat slightly covering the surface of small weapon's head. Factotum returned the favor, two swings aiming at each of the sides, the third smash to be directed upward, in hopes of beating chin of snouted greenskin barbarian. Snarling smile said that this combatant would be alright with either result, be it broken teeth or crushed jaw.
As long as it hurts.
Yet that stranger stood. Petite miscreant reeled, recoiling to the side from pain, but looked not as hurt as one would expect from mighty blow of savage orc. Sillxhistraja was right about wearing enchanted robe, which looked inconspicuous, but was hardened against blows like suit of chain mail.
"Ouch."
The lips curved, getting pained smile. Blood trickled from the corner of lip, but there was smile.
Dark elf moved fast, shifting from space forward, darting and weaving as she closed in to the bruiser. Whatever opportunity presented itself to smash the bold opponent, drow's maneuvers made it harder to land this blow.
Flash of three quick successive swings blurred in the air, the shadows of building flickering from flashes of fire and thunder, sparks and heat slightly covering the surface of small weapon's head. Factotum returned the favor, two swings aiming at each of the sides, the third smash to be directed upward, in hopes of beating chin of snouted greenskin barbarian. Snarling smile said that this combatant would be alright with either result, be it broken teeth or crushed jaw.
As long as it hurts.
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The large orc is perhaps surprised by the way his small skinny opponent launches herself at him. The heavily enchanted mace blurs in the air. One blow landing on the orc's stomach as he doubles over and a second lands across his back. He staggers blood spewing from his mouth. He straightens himself up and being the lump of muscle he is he recovers in time to dodge the final blow. He roars, hurt now, less confident he swings the flail again. This time it narrowly misses the drow's skull and her collar bone cracks, the impact knocks her away from his second swing. Her opponent holds the flail one handed, the other hand clutches ribs that are probably broken. They both stand bruised and bloodied but Sil gets the impression she has the better of this early exchange.