Init Order: Justice Ironbriar (
20), Jokad (15), Kael (15), Danth (no roll), Jovik (no roll)
Justice Ironbriar darts forward with a word of power on his lips and a finger moving to jab at Jovik. The young rogue, sensing the danger of magic, manages to duck one shoulder and avoid the touch.
OOC:
Miss
Jokad spares a quick smirk as Jovik emerges from behind the slumped form of the fancy bodyguard. Only the elf remains but he is enough to command his full attention. The bastard is devilishly quick and wields one of those strange razors, just like Foxglove. The same weapon that put that cursed wound upon him. To make matters worse they really needed him alive.
All far too much thinking in the heat of battle for poor Jokad. He would do what he does best... fight to kill and let the gods sort them out.
With an incoherent shout of rage he pits his strength and fury against the elf's fluid swordmanship. His first swing makes strong contact, but the elf dances backward with such speed that the second swipe, which Jokad was sure would drop the elf, instead rattles harmlessly off the wall.
OOC: -11hp to Justice Ironbriar
Mal knowing that the best way to help his master is by healing their allies, so he continues to try and flank the elf.
Meanwhile, Kael is lost in a fit and fury from the dark magics that have attacked his core being. Wildly, in deep confusion, Kael swings his quarterstaff at the nearest perceived threat. His blow is wild and makes contact only with open air.
Danth growls and leaps at the elf, Crimson Dawn slashing through the air, leaving a trail of golden-red flame behind it. He too, misses his agile foe.
Jovik grins at the bodyguard as he slumps to the floor. Told you I wouldn't lose to you he thinks to himself.He then turns his attention to the elf.
Sizing him up, and knowing they needed questions answered, Jovik aims a fist at the base of the elf's head.
His fist contacts hard and true, sending the elf reeling. The man, his mask slipping from his face, looks bloodied and confused. He raises a weak hand as if to ask for mercy, as he slumps against the back wall for support.
"
Stop, I implore. Please stop!" he begs.
OOC: next round INITS and actions please. If you want to give mercy and talk then first post gets it.
