10-12-2014, 08:36 PM
As it turned out, mercifully, Kuzan didn't appear to need any help even in spite of being outnumbered. Ornstein couldn't help but wonder, however, at the necessity of Kuzan having to verbally call his magical attacks. Was it an incantation, a requisite of his spellcraft, or just an arrogant force of habit as if to challenge his opponents to stop him? Ornstein hoped for the former.
His companion appeared to have the situation in hand, so on second thought, Ornstein decided against intervening. He might just get in the way and give their enemies an unnecessary opening. He committed himself instead to pacing back and forth on the other side of the pit, occasionally sparing a downward glance for the horses and cloaked robber trapped inside. They'd remember to deconstruct and rebuild their mounts when it was time to move on, he figured, probably with the ringleader of this little bandit's trap in tow as a prisoner. Ornstein would sooner see the man handed over to proper authorities, to be punished according to the law of the land, than to simply cut him down in cold blood now that his criminal efforts had been so soundly defeated.
He paced, and watched, and when the icy mist had cleared gave a low whistle of admiration to find Kuzan still in one piece, clutching two great blocks of ice. The poor thugs had been frozen solid beneath the man's grip, and their hooded ringleader clawed his way up from the pit just in time to bear witness. Ornstein could almost hear the resolve seep out of him.
"Ready to give up yet, thief?" Ornstein scoffed. The hooded man shot a look over his shoulder and gave a deathly scowl, trying his best to salvage his confident facade. Ornstein didn't buy it for a moment. Standing tall, giving no visible sign of how the pain of that fierce impact still stung his chest, he hefted his spear onto his shoulder. "On your feet. You'll be escorted to the nearest local authority to answer for this attempted robbery. Don't bother trying to run."
His companion appeared to have the situation in hand, so on second thought, Ornstein decided against intervening. He might just get in the way and give their enemies an unnecessary opening. He committed himself instead to pacing back and forth on the other side of the pit, occasionally sparing a downward glance for the horses and cloaked robber trapped inside. They'd remember to deconstruct and rebuild their mounts when it was time to move on, he figured, probably with the ringleader of this little bandit's trap in tow as a prisoner. Ornstein would sooner see the man handed over to proper authorities, to be punished according to the law of the land, than to simply cut him down in cold blood now that his criminal efforts had been so soundly defeated.
He paced, and watched, and when the icy mist had cleared gave a low whistle of admiration to find Kuzan still in one piece, clutching two great blocks of ice. The poor thugs had been frozen solid beneath the man's grip, and their hooded ringleader clawed his way up from the pit just in time to bear witness. Ornstein could almost hear the resolve seep out of him.
"Ready to give up yet, thief?" Ornstein scoffed. The hooded man shot a look over his shoulder and gave a deathly scowl, trying his best to salvage his confident facade. Ornstein didn't buy it for a moment. Standing tall, giving no visible sign of how the pain of that fierce impact still stung his chest, he hefted his spear onto his shoulder. "On your feet. You'll be escorted to the nearest local authority to answer for this attempted robbery. Don't bother trying to run."