07-18-2014, 03:46 PM
The two bodyguards, while formidable, were not prepared in the slightest for the psychological phenomenon that was Barry. The one who had tried to engage him first visibly paled at the prospect of a fistfight with this mountain of a man. At least, it was very possible that it was at the prospect of fighting him. Considering he had been launched into Brigitte by the bull rush, there were plenty of things for this soldier to be afraid of. Regardless, he regained his feet and drew a long knife from his hip, squaring off against Barry with a scowl.
For his part, the other spearman was planted facedown on the wind-scoured rock, still gasping for breath at the blow Gwen had dealt him between the shoulder blades. A few seconds of panting had him back on his feet and his attention fixed on the airborne woman. Without enough breath to really snarl properly, he settled for a pained grimace as he retrieved his spear. The Light magic was basically depleted, but it was better than nothing. The soldier reached for a pack that had been knocked clear by the wyvern wench, withdrawing a bundle of javelins. Needless to say, he had no qualms about hurling them skyward.
Meanwhile, in the far more exciting and animated world of twenty feet away, Brigitte was seeing red.
"Dang, woman, you're sure good at trying to get your victims to strip, eh? Do ya swing that way?"
The Inquisitor was momentarily and miraculously speechless at the allegation, but that was fixed very quickly. "I- you- I am not good at anything of the sort!" she shrieked, "If you would sit still and let me kill you, I assure you, your clothing would be far less expressive than it is now!" As if to prove her point, the blonde woman stood up straight and brought her right two forefingers down in a slashing motion. Blades of light formed above the combatants and screamed down toward Panika, Ray, and Cherise from all sides.
Cherise was not a fan of this newest development. "Oi! As enthralling as this lethal striptease is, would you mind not antagonizing the crazy woman who's trying to blast us off the mountain?" She quickly sidestepped a bolt of light, but was nearly thrown off her feet by the unexpected impact of it exploding as it hit the ground. That was new. The mercenary coughed and shook her head rapidly.
"I really, really doubt these are going to make you naked," she shouted, "I think they're more inclined to make you dead!"
Cherise circled quickly around the Inquisitor away from the two mages, waiting for just the right opening...
For his part, the other spearman was planted facedown on the wind-scoured rock, still gasping for breath at the blow Gwen had dealt him between the shoulder blades. A few seconds of panting had him back on his feet and his attention fixed on the airborne woman. Without enough breath to really snarl properly, he settled for a pained grimace as he retrieved his spear. The Light magic was basically depleted, but it was better than nothing. The soldier reached for a pack that had been knocked clear by the wyvern wench, withdrawing a bundle of javelins. Needless to say, he had no qualms about hurling them skyward.
Meanwhile, in the far more exciting and animated world of twenty feet away, Brigitte was seeing red.
"Dang, woman, you're sure good at trying to get your victims to strip, eh? Do ya swing that way?"
The Inquisitor was momentarily and miraculously speechless at the allegation, but that was fixed very quickly. "I- you- I am not good at anything of the sort!" she shrieked, "If you would sit still and let me kill you, I assure you, your clothing would be far less expressive than it is now!" As if to prove her point, the blonde woman stood up straight and brought her right two forefingers down in a slashing motion. Blades of light formed above the combatants and screamed down toward Panika, Ray, and Cherise from all sides.
Cherise was not a fan of this newest development. "Oi! As enthralling as this lethal striptease is, would you mind not antagonizing the crazy woman who's trying to blast us off the mountain?" She quickly sidestepped a bolt of light, but was nearly thrown off her feet by the unexpected impact of it exploding as it hit the ground. That was new. The mercenary coughed and shook her head rapidly.
"I really, really doubt these are going to make you naked," she shouted, "I think they're more inclined to make you dead!"
Cherise circled quickly around the Inquisitor away from the two mages, waiting for just the right opening...