05-04-2019, 02:06 PM
Renata's quick thinking brought the group a momentary distraction, for which Tiras was thankful. Not all of them were fooled, however, as he was still holding a light in the dark. He skirted the edge of the field, going around behind the great tree and further south, when he heard Renata yelp. The squire turned to the sound and just barely made out Renata, seemingly held in place by something. Perhaps a bear trap? But then he saw a nearby morph in a dark, tattered robe. Its shrouded hands held a dark shape that might've been a book. Tiras chucked his torch at the dark magic user, and it landed just behind the creature.
While its robes caught fire and it began to look for the source, Tiras gripped his sword in both hands, ran up to it and cut deeply. He could feel the human-like quality of its body, feeling his sword get caught on bones. He wrenched the sword out of his opponent and cut again. It dissipated, dousing the fire that had caught on it. The squire stomped out the rest. The torch was nearly embers at this point, anyway.
He picked up the fallen magic tome and considered it for a moment, before walking over to Renata.
"Perhaps I should stick close?" he mused. "At any rate, let's go, before the other golden-eyed bastards realize the distraction."
While its robes caught fire and it began to look for the source, Tiras gripped his sword in both hands, ran up to it and cut deeply. He could feel the human-like quality of its body, feeling his sword get caught on bones. He wrenched the sword out of his opponent and cut again. It dissipated, dousing the fire that had caught on it. The squire stomped out the rest. The torch was nearly embers at this point, anyway.
He picked up the fallen magic tome and considered it for a moment, before walking over to Renata.
"Perhaps I should stick close?" he mused. "At any rate, let's go, before the other golden-eyed bastards realize the distraction."
Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.