Just as Pinata was about to enter the tavern, he felt a tremor in the ground and heard a man scream. He moved quickly into the alleyway alongside the tavern to see what the commotion was, and saw a group of thugs circling a lone woman. He felt a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth... the woman was fighting with everything she had, and yelling insults at her attackers while she did it.
His smile turned quickly to a frown. This woman's strong will and fiery spirit reminded him of Madeline, and that was not a memory he wanted to tap into at this particular point in time. The frown was replaced just as quickly by the hard, emotionless glare of a warrior about to spill enemy blood. He flicked his wrist, making a slashing motion with his fingers, and the top of one thug's head flew off, exposing his brain. The other thugs looked around in alarm as the partially decapitated body fell. "Leave her alone," Pinata said, stepping out of the shadows with sword drawn.
(OOC: Swytchblayd, if you wanted to take them yourself then just use my sudden appearance as a distraction that allows you to finish them off at your leisure. I'm just doing the in-character thing for Pinata, which is to help Jodice even though she doesn't really need it.)
*EDIT: alright, lets get a move on this. feel free to jump in piñ, as I'm not particular about other people moving in on my stuffs :3*
The help really wasn't that necessary, as Jodice had taking down another thug, wrapping him up in a nearby rope stand. Twirling the chains around her head, she broadsided another one before she felt a fist in her back which sent her sprawling and whimpering forward to the ground.
However, she recovered fast, rolling to the side as the assailant's foot came down, bringing her chains about, forming them together into a single braided chain, snarking "Have a nice trip, bozo" as she wrapped it around her previous attacker's legs, bringing him down as he tried to move.
Parting the chains, she sprung up, snaking one about so as to bring it down upon the downed enemy's neck, finishing him as she finished the remark with "And a nap will do you good. A long nap." Flicking the chain up, she turned, distance-cutting a thug's throat with her spare as the other came to her hands, some of the other thugs appropriating their attention upon this new attacker. It was about then that she decided it best to move on, but still... Nearly around the corner, she turned back; it would go against her ideals, but it wasn't like she had limits on them or anything... "Oh hell, why not?" she grumbled to herself, moving to help the stranger who was using himself as a rather convenient distraction...
Arthos sat on the roof unaffected by the cold or the snow storm, the snow passing through him as if he wasn't there. It would be hard for someone to notice him there unless they were staring directly at him with intent of finding something there. He was watching the fight doing down below. He got up to considering going down to help the girl but then a man showed up, a wizard.
He sat back down watching the fight without any emotion on his face. A few of the thugs started to run away from the duo but fell down screaming in agony as he crushed their thighs, closing his fist in front of him. He wasn't going to loose any souls today. He just hoped they wouldn't wonder about the sudden broken bones on the thugs.
Pinata did wonder about the sudden broken bones on the thugs, but after looking around and not seeing anything simply shrugged it off and returned to the fight. He wasn't a particularly religious man, but if some deity wanted to help him out, so be it.
He fought silently, not laughing or joking like the woman he had stopped to help... he didn't even grunt with the effort of swinging his sword, which wasn't all that much effort considering he was fighting ordinary men (and rather out-of-shape men, at that). Finally, he dropped the last one standing in his area (the woman still had a couple of thugs near her, but her odds were much more even now) and, as he approached the ones with broken legs, spoke for the first time since the fight began. "Maybe you'll go to a better place. I don't care. But a wise man once taught me: Pity for the guilty is treason to the innocent." With that, he swung down viciously with his sword, decapitating one of the wounded men.
(OOC: Arthos, if you need them to be alive in order to do your thing, feel free to stop Pinata. He doesn't like leaving survivors, but he doesn't care who kills them either.)
Jodice finished off the last one with a rather spectacular leaping neck dive, severing the last thug's spinal cord and leaving him lifeless on the ground. Licking the blood from her lips, she sighed... she actually did enjoy killing a little, unlike some, but it was more the satisfaction of a well-done job than a bloodlust... or perhaps she was simply fooling herself.
Walking up to the man who was finishing off the ones who'd mysteriously had their legs broken, she said, striking a rather sarcastic pose as she looked at her fingernails "Nice swordplay there, Tex, though I coulda handled them thugs on my own. Ya got a name?"
"You know, this movie can be used to induce vomiting."
He was curious to see more. He was enjoying the two fight, doing the work for him. He wouldn't usually do this in front of others unless he was sure they would be able to handle it. These two looked like they would have seen things an average mortal might not be able to comprehend. Besides, it would amuse him more to see their reactions.
He jumped down from the roof after making sure nobody else was approaching. He made some sound purposely as he landed a few feet away from the bodies, not wanting a spell cast on him by mistake if the wizard was startled, especially not a holy spell!
He extended his right hand forward with his palm facing upwards. The extra power he would need, should be worth the amusement. He started closing his fist, his face showing sign of considerable effort being involved. The ground below the bodies and the feet of the two slayers turned into what looked like a black circle, with a swiverling vortex inside it. The borders of the hole were two large pentagons spinning in opposite directions.
In a matter of seconds the souls of the dead were sucked down into the vortex, a tribute to Hades. He opened his fist and lowered his hands. The circle dissapeared leaving behind the snow and the bodies. He had tired himself with that display, perhaps the curse had even more adverse affects than he imagined. Just being in the presence of these two had weakened him!
"Do not be alarmed. I am no threat to you. I am Arthos. I am sure beings such as yourselfs have heard of me so I needn't say more. Thank you for your work", he said and waited, hoping they wouldn't attack him.
The harsh weather had started to lift, giving the inhabitants of the city a bit of reprieve. Fin was sure glad of that reprieve as he was growing tired of the cold and the snow already. The lift of the snow also gave a greater visibility around the streets as well, which allowed Fin quite the sight. With his elf eyes, he could see much further than most, even in the snow, so when he turned and saw many forms down the street in a brawl, and quite a messy one at that, he started towards them. However what he saw next stopped him in his tracks. Confident that no one had seen him yet, for the snow covered much of the visibility in front of him and he was still quite far away, Fin stepped behind the corner of a building and peered through the snow.
Someone leaped from a rooftop to join the other two on the ground. That figure moved their arm out towards the other and apparently used some magic. The elf almost yelled out a warning to the two, but realized that it was not directed at them, and held his tongue. It was some sort of ritual, great magic obviously being involved, seemingly evil magic, though he could not completely be sure of anything. Fin stood and watched, as the ritual ended and the three stood around each other, apparently engaged in conversation. The elf could not make out what they were saying and so he moved in closer, through the shadows and the snow, trying to stay hidden and get close enough to hear what the three were saying.
Jodice turned to meet this newcomer, whom she'd not seen before he so abruptly and quite rudely jumped upon them. For some reason, the rite he'd preformed didn't startle her so much as anger her, but nevertheless she remained her usual self towards him. "Nice light show, bud. Sorry, but I can't be hangin' 'round here for too much longer... I seem to have upset a nearby city with some of my previous actions..."
She trailed off as she watched the guards coming in from behind, no doubt after her tail. "...And so, for now, I am afraid that I must bid you all adieu." With a slight bow, she lept gingerly back to the rooftops and scurried away, snickering at her sheer genius at leaving the two strangers behind to face battle-hardened Scarlet Ranks. Still, she circled back when out of sight, coming about to watch the ensuing battle from a safe distance, prepared to play with the guards if necessary...
Of course, the lumbering morons would not know the difference of whether the two were simply passerbys or acquaintances... A few were dispatched to take her down, small enough a group that she could easily take on, but the others took the brunt of the fifteen-strong band that now pressed against them...
"You know, this movie can be used to induce vomiting."
As he saw her skirt away, he remembered something from his past. She reminded him of another bold, devine being he knew and loved. He turned around to see, possibly a man hiding in the shadows. But the dozen or so guards coming there way were more of a concern right now.
He looked at the wizard. "Hope you can fly, or dissapear...", saying so he walked backwards, dissapearing into the shadows cutting the corners and finally jumping up on a roof top, dissolving into the night sky, still watching the the women as she circled around back and the wizard, now standing alone to face the guards. He couldn't hurt them. He didn't know where it would trigger the reaction he was constantly living in fear of, the curse.
The weather lifting, Mammoth walked out of the tavern only to be greeted by some dead bodies and three guards looking for a fight.
"You there, Barbarian! Come quietly or this will get dirty."
Mammoth raised his eyebrow, and turned, looking at the three bumbling idiots, and the nearby mage. It was obvious that they weren't going to accuse the mage, as the men were killed by slashing weapons.
"Are ya kiddin' me? I just walked out of the tavern?! How could I have killed them?" He laughed.
The men hesitated.
"I don't know, but you're coming with us." The guards raised their swords.
"Your loss." Mammoth said, putting his helm on and pulling his massive blade, "Let's hope you bite as much as you bark." He said, his tone dropping from comical to dead serious.
The guards charged him, and Mammoth promptly split two of them in half with one swing. The last, a sergeant, quickly ran.
"Are you kiddin' me?! That's all you got?!" He took off his helm and spit on the ground, "I didn't even break a sweat."
Annoyed, Mammoth turned, only to hear the bark of the gaurd again.
Mammoth turned around, facing a cadre of guards. He smiled and put his helm back on.
"Must be my lucky day, seems you had a patrol."
Without wasting any time the men rushed him, although being smarter than their previous allies. Surrounding him, they prepared to arrest him. Mammoth laughed and twirled his massive blade in the air with one hand.
"Do you really think ya have what it takes?!" He roared out, slicing down two as they attacked. He deflected an attack, but was slammed by the sergeant's shield. He rolled to his feet and sliced up, cutting the sergeant in two. Five guards remained, and they were not eager to attack him. They struck together, like trained men, but it was little use against Mammoth. He was bigger, stronger, and a warrior trained by survival. They stood no chance. These men were pups, barely trained from the garrison, and there was no telling what they were told. He wasn't about to orphan their children.
As they struck, Mammoth came down on their blades, breaking them with his.
"Run back to your garrison, little dogs. Your corrupt sergeant's bloodlust is gone! Don't waste your lives here." He said, offering them mercy. Four ran, and the fifth stood.
"You don't scare me!" The young man said, rushing in and striking Mammoth with his blade. The blade clanged against Mammoth's armor, not even making a dent. Mammoth clutched the man by the neck with his left hand, and raised him up to eye level.
"I offered ya life... You refused. This is how ya pay..." He promptly threw the man against the tavern, knocking him out cold.
"Waste of my d**n time..." Mammoth said, removing his helmet. He looked over to the mage, "You saw what happened, I defended myself, if anyone asks."
Placing his sword back in the sling on his back, and putting his helm back on the hilt, Mammoth wiped the blood from his hands, stepped over the bodies of the corrupt guards, and headed toward Korgasa's center.
Luna watched as he singlehandedly took out the patrol of guards. She walked out and looked the bodies over. "He would make a good soul hunter......" She glanced at the mage and walked after the large man, "That was some good work back there. Problem is that when the boy wakes up they're going to probobly know you as a murderer through his tale. Think you're going to need any help with the guards that come after you?"
"With this armor, we shall be truly unstoppable!" "Heh..." "Do you find something funny?" "Those things on the back make it look like a bunny suit." *Stares at picture* "Secretary?" "Yes?" "Have our lead engineer fired into the nearest sun...." "Yes admiral."
"That boy will be pissin' his pants when he wakes up, and I guarantee ya he won't cross me again. He's a new recruit, they're easy to turn, especially under weak leadership."
But, he stopped, turning to the woman.
"I'm headin' inland. If this king is enlistin' these punks, he'll need all the help he can get. The neighbors to this place were far more unwelcomin'." He shrugged, "Feel free to tag along, but I doubt I'll be good company." He meant no offense with his comments, he was simply telling the truth. He wasn't sure he trusted the assassin, and if she had ulterior motives for wanting to tag along, probably sparking from his killing of the guards. How she reacted would truly dictate if she was worthy of his trust, and his alliance.
"All that is necessary for evil to succeed is that good men do nothing." -Edmund Burke
Jodice resisted the urge to clap, partially not to give away her position, but mostly because she truly was impressed by this man's impersonation of a one-man army. Sticking to the shadows, she slid off the roof out of sight, but kept herself within range of the forming group. Jocy would follow them for as long as she liked, as long as there were shadows around her, and at least for the time being trail this group until the time seemed right for her to reappear... she was good at doing so, even though elves always presented an issue to her considering their sensitive ears...
"You know, this movie can be used to induce vomiting."
He went down on his knee watching the large man pummel through the gaurds. He was almost tempted to perform his ritual again but he wasn't sure. The guards were probably just following orders as he many had run away as soon as their leader died. Nevertheless, he would follow even if it meant putting himself in danger. Besides the front line of a battle was the best place to gather up souls. He looked to his right.
A few buildings away he could just make out the woman. He wondered if she could see him.
"Fly?" Pinata said wistfully in response to Arthos' comment. "I would, if only I had a broomstick." Before the guards could pay him much attention, the man he had thought might be a half-giant came out of the tavern and was accosted by them for no good reason. Before Pinata could even intercede on the man's behalf, he had either killed or frightened away all of the guards.
"You saw what happened, I defended myself, if anyone asks,[/b]" the half-giant said. Pinata nodded in agreement... he had seen what had happened, and was disgusted by the behavior of the guards. Just because a man looked a little different... he wondered what those idiots would have made of him, especially if their sergeant could read Elvish.
He picked up snippets of conversation between the huge man and the woman who had just joined him. So they were joining the army too? Interesting. He set out after them, following at a discrete distance, not wanting to intrude on their private conversation. As he walked, he conjured a ball of fire above the palm of his right hand and held it in front of himself for warmth, not caring whether people who might be frightened by such a display of magic saw him.