07-07-2014, 07:29 AM
Cherise took one look at the light show over the ridge ahead of them and swore profusely, shaking her head. This is exactly what she didn't want to happen, but here it was. The client hadn't mentioned mages, either, never mind hostile ones intent on barbecuing her crew. The mercenary's thoughts began to race, and she rested a hand on her rucksack. She tilted her head to listen as Barry addressed her, though.
"Lass, shall we join them? I know yer loot's the top priority."
That was true. The package was top priority, and the fact that Cherise herself wasn't quite sure what it actually was didn't make things any more comfortable. A more opportunistic member of her family would have ditched the others and made for one of the more treacherous paths up toward the summit, but two things prevented Cherise from doing the same. One, it was generally bad form, which was whatever. But two, without everyone who just left, two fighters and a swordswoman wouldn't last very long out on their own. That, more than anything else, finally tipped her hand. She turned to Barry and Bor, the latter of whom looked like he was about to tear off running even without her say-so.
"The item might be the top priority, but I don't like our chances with half of our number missin' or captured. I don't want to get terribly pessimistic or anything, but the first flash that we saw looked like Light magic. If the Church of Sanctity is involved, we're goin' to need as many of us as we can get." She paused for a moment, then grinned. "That's the long-winded way of sayin' we should probably start haulin' ass."
With that, she drew her sword and took off running toward the fight. When they rounded the bend into where the path widened out, the situation looked a lot worse than she'd hoped. The Church did look to be involved, and from the looks of it they were well-prepared for their entourage. Panika, Ray, and Gwen were all in various stages of engagement with a red-robed woman who could only be described as manic, flinging bolts of light in every direction. As Cherise approached, two hulking men with shining spears emerged from the cave mouth she had been planning to bunk in right about now.
"Well, that seems like it's a lot less possible," she growled. One of the men gripped the haft of his lance and aimed it at her, a bolt of light whizzing past her face. The acrid smell of burnt hair assaulted her nose, and she spat at the ground. "That's going to stink for a week, but not as bad as you will when I'm done with you!" she snarled.
Cherise took her blade in both hands. The men had reach on their side all the way, especially with her only having a sword. Instead, she left both of them to Bor and the Bear and rounded on the woman in robes and charged forward, coming up level with the mages. She tilted her head slightly toward the both of them.
"Well hey there, thought we'd drop in since we were in the neighborhood. Good to know you're making all sorts of friends, huh? Do you think if I gave you a distraction you could lay the smackdown on this crazy priestess?"
"Lass, shall we join them? I know yer loot's the top priority."
That was true. The package was top priority, and the fact that Cherise herself wasn't quite sure what it actually was didn't make things any more comfortable. A more opportunistic member of her family would have ditched the others and made for one of the more treacherous paths up toward the summit, but two things prevented Cherise from doing the same. One, it was generally bad form, which was whatever. But two, without everyone who just left, two fighters and a swordswoman wouldn't last very long out on their own. That, more than anything else, finally tipped her hand. She turned to Barry and Bor, the latter of whom looked like he was about to tear off running even without her say-so.
"The item might be the top priority, but I don't like our chances with half of our number missin' or captured. I don't want to get terribly pessimistic or anything, but the first flash that we saw looked like Light magic. If the Church of Sanctity is involved, we're goin' to need as many of us as we can get." She paused for a moment, then grinned. "That's the long-winded way of sayin' we should probably start haulin' ass."
With that, she drew her sword and took off running toward the fight. When they rounded the bend into where the path widened out, the situation looked a lot worse than she'd hoped. The Church did look to be involved, and from the looks of it they were well-prepared for their entourage. Panika, Ray, and Gwen were all in various stages of engagement with a red-robed woman who could only be described as manic, flinging bolts of light in every direction. As Cherise approached, two hulking men with shining spears emerged from the cave mouth she had been planning to bunk in right about now.
"Well, that seems like it's a lot less possible," she growled. One of the men gripped the haft of his lance and aimed it at her, a bolt of light whizzing past her face. The acrid smell of burnt hair assaulted her nose, and she spat at the ground. "That's going to stink for a week, but not as bad as you will when I'm done with you!" she snarled.
Cherise took her blade in both hands. The men had reach on their side all the way, especially with her only having a sword. Instead, she left both of them to Bor and the Bear and rounded on the woman in robes and charged forward, coming up level with the mages. She tilted her head slightly toward the both of them.
"Well hey there, thought we'd drop in since we were in the neighborhood. Good to know you're making all sorts of friends, huh? Do you think if I gave you a distraction you could lay the smackdown on this crazy priestess?"