03-10-2018, 01:07 AM
The Sage reeled backwards from a sweeping blade and sprung away from the elven warrior. Graowr seemed to be doing just fine with her foe, At least, well enough that she’s feeling boastful… And the sniper hidden in the floor seemed to at least have been put out of commission for the moment. Bud was gathering up his notes though, and looked like he was about to make a break for it. I will have to suffer through a less than optimal outcome to avoid loosing track of our objective it seems. He turned his retreat into a reckless counter attack, battering the elf with blow after blow, trying to pummel him into submission, or at least knock the weapon from his hand for a chance at respite. The warrior’s discipline was impeccable however, and he weathered the blows safe behind armor and shield. this isn’t working. I need to make a change, and fast, before…
With a sickening splelch the Elf riposted, his finely wrought blade sliding between the Sage’s ribcage and into one of his lungs. With a desperate instinct the Sage dropped his cane, hands grabbing hold of the elf’s wrist before he could withdraw the blade. The Sage twisted with both hands, prying the blade loose from his foe’s grip and drove into the elf, managing to overbalance the armored warrior. The elf crashed to the ground and the Sage staggered back the other direction, hands clutched to the blade, vainly trying to hold his ink black blood in place. In retrospect, this will work I suppose. His lung had not yet fully collapsed, as his ink blood desperately tried to seal the gap. With a grimace, and an unsatisfactorily shallow breath, the Sage pushed himself off of the wall and staggered after Bud as the Astronomer fled the room.
“Hey! Where are you guys going?” Graowr cried, but her question turned into a cry of surprise as the second bodyguard leapt at her from behind, attempting to put the blue majin in a headlock. The Sage almost chuckled to himself at the elf’s confusion, as Graowr began to simply squeeze when the elf applied pressure. The tactic would have worked on most foes, but here it was not going to be sufficient. If you rely on one tactic for too long, sooner or later it’s going to end up being your demise. sure enough, Graowr stretched upward through the headlock, turning as she did so, the majin pummeled one fist and then the other into the elf’s exposed face, dropping the shocked warrior to the ground with a metal clang.
The Sage didn’t see what happened next, as he followed the Astronomer out into the back-alley Bud fired off a bolt lightning, but his aim was poor and the Sage barely needed to dodge as he followed. He was already starting to adjust his breathing, despite the blade still stuck in his path. Hmmm, there’s really no pretending this is natural at this point… I should probably check this out once things settle down… Up ahead, it seemed that Bud had taken a wrong turn, and ended up in a dead-end alley. The astronomer leveled his revolver, the notes they needed bundled under his other arm. The Sage moved to a stop at the end of the alley, still slightly out of breath from the blade protruding from his chest.
“Alright, Bud.” The Sage huffed, “If that even is your real name, in which case you have my condolences. You strike me as a rather intelligent man, working for Dalaran, and whatnot…”
Bud eyed his surroundings, revolver still aimed at the Sage’s chest. “Who ordered the hit? Are you working for the Imperials? Whoever is behind this, you’re all going to regret this day, even if you get away with it!” he warned. The Sage shook his head.
“Too soon, too soon! You shouldn’t be making those kinds of threats yet. You make threats when you have no other course of action, Dupree. It’s a last resort, a bluff when you have nothing to back you up. Maybe you know that, and maybe you’re trying to goad me into recklessness, who’s to say? All I know is that your revolver allows for six shots before you must reload, and you my friend, still have one more spell in the chamber.”
Bud said nothing, but his grip on the revolver tightened and he swallowed slightly, all the proof the Sage could ever need.
“So instead, we should be asking a different question,” the Sage slowly advanced as he spoke, watching the astronomer carefully, ready to act at the slightest response, “does that one spell you have left, possess enough power to stop me? I’m a prime, and as you can see…” he pointed to the blade still lodged in his lung, “I can take some punishment.”
He continued to close in on the astronomer, dueling cane held easily in one hand, present, without being overtly menacing, “Now it’s possible that your spell will be enough. It could disintegrate me on the spot, and even if it can’t do that, I could be quite near to my limit, virtually blacking out where I stand. Or…” and the Sage made sure to heft the cane a little bit as he said this, “I could be only one spell away from beating you to within an inch of your sheltered little bookworm life.”
“Your choice, Dupree. Do you drop the revolver, or do you take the shot?”
The Astronomer struggled to keep his nerve, the end of the revolver shaking slightly as he kept it trained on the approaching Sage. He’s going to shoot. Blast it! the Sage thought, trying as subtly as he could to grab hold of the revolver’s chamber with his magic. He watched the thought process play through in Dupree’s face, the man would be a terrible cardsman. then at the very moment the astronomer resolved to fire, the Sage yanked the chamber sideways with his magic, wrenching it open and spoiling the shot.
Dupree cried out in alarm as three blinding blows of an dueling cane struck his neck and head, before he crumpled into a heap. The Sage bent down and collected the astronomer’s papers, then looked up as the metal clanking announced the astronomer’s bodyguard drawing near. The elven warrior rounded the corner, a serrated knife held in one hand. The Sage pointed at the blade still in his chest.
“Were you looking for this?” he asked nonchalantly.
The elf gave a cry and charged, while the Sage scooped up Dupree’s revolver and fired the remaining shot. A coursing rainbow of colors shot from the end of the pistol, washing over the elf and causing him to cry out in alarm. He stumbled back, but looked down to find the only lasting effect was the utter destruction of his color scheme. The Sage looked at the revolver in disappointment and chucked it away before struggling back to his feet.
“Why can’t things ever just work themselves out without me? is that so much to ask?”
With a sickening splelch the Elf riposted, his finely wrought blade sliding between the Sage’s ribcage and into one of his lungs. With a desperate instinct the Sage dropped his cane, hands grabbing hold of the elf’s wrist before he could withdraw the blade. The Sage twisted with both hands, prying the blade loose from his foe’s grip and drove into the elf, managing to overbalance the armored warrior. The elf crashed to the ground and the Sage staggered back the other direction, hands clutched to the blade, vainly trying to hold his ink black blood in place. In retrospect, this will work I suppose. His lung had not yet fully collapsed, as his ink blood desperately tried to seal the gap. With a grimace, and an unsatisfactorily shallow breath, the Sage pushed himself off of the wall and staggered after Bud as the Astronomer fled the room.
“Hey! Where are you guys going?” Graowr cried, but her question turned into a cry of surprise as the second bodyguard leapt at her from behind, attempting to put the blue majin in a headlock. The Sage almost chuckled to himself at the elf’s confusion, as Graowr began to simply squeeze when the elf applied pressure. The tactic would have worked on most foes, but here it was not going to be sufficient. If you rely on one tactic for too long, sooner or later it’s going to end up being your demise. sure enough, Graowr stretched upward through the headlock, turning as she did so, the majin pummeled one fist and then the other into the elf’s exposed face, dropping the shocked warrior to the ground with a metal clang.
The Sage didn’t see what happened next, as he followed the Astronomer out into the back-alley Bud fired off a bolt lightning, but his aim was poor and the Sage barely needed to dodge as he followed. He was already starting to adjust his breathing, despite the blade still stuck in his path. Hmmm, there’s really no pretending this is natural at this point… I should probably check this out once things settle down… Up ahead, it seemed that Bud had taken a wrong turn, and ended up in a dead-end alley. The astronomer leveled his revolver, the notes they needed bundled under his other arm. The Sage moved to a stop at the end of the alley, still slightly out of breath from the blade protruding from his chest.
“Alright, Bud.” The Sage huffed, “If that even is your real name, in which case you have my condolences. You strike me as a rather intelligent man, working for Dalaran, and whatnot…”
Bud eyed his surroundings, revolver still aimed at the Sage’s chest. “Who ordered the hit? Are you working for the Imperials? Whoever is behind this, you’re all going to regret this day, even if you get away with it!” he warned. The Sage shook his head.
“Too soon, too soon! You shouldn’t be making those kinds of threats yet. You make threats when you have no other course of action, Dupree. It’s a last resort, a bluff when you have nothing to back you up. Maybe you know that, and maybe you’re trying to goad me into recklessness, who’s to say? All I know is that your revolver allows for six shots before you must reload, and you my friend, still have one more spell in the chamber.”
Bud said nothing, but his grip on the revolver tightened and he swallowed slightly, all the proof the Sage could ever need.
“So instead, we should be asking a different question,” the Sage slowly advanced as he spoke, watching the astronomer carefully, ready to act at the slightest response, “does that one spell you have left, possess enough power to stop me? I’m a prime, and as you can see…” he pointed to the blade still lodged in his lung, “I can take some punishment.”
He continued to close in on the astronomer, dueling cane held easily in one hand, present, without being overtly menacing, “Now it’s possible that your spell will be enough. It could disintegrate me on the spot, and even if it can’t do that, I could be quite near to my limit, virtually blacking out where I stand. Or…” and the Sage made sure to heft the cane a little bit as he said this, “I could be only one spell away from beating you to within an inch of your sheltered little bookworm life.”
“Your choice, Dupree. Do you drop the revolver, or do you take the shot?”
The Astronomer struggled to keep his nerve, the end of the revolver shaking slightly as he kept it trained on the approaching Sage. He’s going to shoot. Blast it! the Sage thought, trying as subtly as he could to grab hold of the revolver’s chamber with his magic. He watched the thought process play through in Dupree’s face, the man would be a terrible cardsman. then at the very moment the astronomer resolved to fire, the Sage yanked the chamber sideways with his magic, wrenching it open and spoiling the shot.
Dupree cried out in alarm as three blinding blows of an dueling cane struck his neck and head, before he crumpled into a heap. The Sage bent down and collected the astronomer’s papers, then looked up as the metal clanking announced the astronomer’s bodyguard drawing near. The elven warrior rounded the corner, a serrated knife held in one hand. The Sage pointed at the blade still in his chest.
“Were you looking for this?” he asked nonchalantly.
The elf gave a cry and charged, while the Sage scooped up Dupree’s revolver and fired the remaining shot. A coursing rainbow of colors shot from the end of the pistol, washing over the elf and causing him to cry out in alarm. He stumbled back, but looked down to find the only lasting effect was the utter destruction of his color scheme. The Sage looked at the revolver in disappointment and chucked it away before struggling back to his feet.
“Why can’t things ever just work themselves out without me? is that so much to ask?”
Quote:I forgot my totals last post, so there may seem to be a jump in the total values here...
word count: this post-- 1186 total= 9525
character count: this post --6599 total= 52,744
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