Kinkade tries to evade the blow and restrain the speaker. "It didn't have to be this way," he says. In his daily life, the protestor often proclaims he's a thinker, not a fighter. This means his thoughtful punch goes wide. Kinkade, however, easily manages to slip behind him and bend the orator's arm behind his back.
Seeing his opportunity, Benson grabs the orator's other arm to slap the manacles on it before pushing him down to the ground and locking them completely.
Wondering about the face that was peeking out from the pastry shop, Felix had begun to head over that way when the riot breaks out. He abruptly turns around and check to see if it's deadly or simply a brawl. He sees mostly punches and kicks thrown as he escorts a teenager out of the mob. The cleric thinks he catches glimpses of a foundry hammer or small chisel in the mob, but none of them connect for any lasting injury if they exist.
Elissa backs towards the Tower guards, making sure to keep out of arms reach of the mob. Her hand is still on her dagger inside her cloak ready to defend herself, but it's still not as sharp as the contempt in her voice as she sneers at the guard, "Way to instigate a riot, idiot! What's your name? I'm reporting you to your captain when I see him!"
"We- we have our orders!" the nervous guard pulls his sword and brandishes it at Elissa, the mob, or anyone. The other guard does likewise, although more calmly. "I don't see you helping any!" he says.
"Do your orders include keeping out those summoned to this tower for the new project?" Elissa drops her pack next to the guard with the face full of blood. "Do something right, watch over this." She swaps her dagger for a sap and looks for an opening as the mob sways around them.
Barely able to catch his breath, Cipke realizes they are in a full-blown riot. First thing he does is locate his partner. Deevoly backs away from the lout just in time to see him tackled at the knees by a young woman. She finds herself with her back to Cipke, who stands firm amidst the chaos.
Baeril turns, disappointed, from the pastry shop facade, looking at the incipent street violence.
"Ach, that's no way to behave! This is what happens when one does not have access to delicious pastry. But still, there is no excuse for such behavior."
He walks toward the mob, intent on giving them a piece of his mind. His hand slips into a folded pouch in a belly pocket inside the placket of his lederhosen. His fingertips find a pinch of sand, and begin gathering it. It's been explained to him that he can't just go casting magic on citizens willy-nilly, but honestly, this simply is no way to behave.
Surrounded by a flurry of kicks, punches, and the occasional foreign object everyone finds themselves dodging blows meant for others. Perhaps it is because of this fact that the Watch are not the focus of the battle that almost everyone manages to evade injury. The nimble Elissa ducks many missed blows, although the nervous guard behind her take a solid elbow to the face, causing him to double over holding back the geyser of blood. Kinkade finds the protestor serving as a human shield, while Baeril is still far enough away from the action to avoid injury. Felix's armor prevents any lasting injury also. Cipke barely evades an angry Mason's fist and looks back to his partner gasping in pain as a two by four misses it's original target and collides with her shin. Likewise, a bottle flies overhead and shatters on the wall next to Benson, causing his forehead to bleed with tiny cuts.
Baeril clucks his tongue in disappointment and throws the sand into the air. A pair of men exchanging blows in front of him fall to the ground, as does the errant two by four wielder.
But the melee proves to be the least of their problems. Although losing four combatants lessens the violence and theoretically makes the mob more likely to listen to reason, it also gives the crowd more room to move. As the crowd pushes and shoves, the party finds themselves struggling to keep their balance. Once again, Elissa's Guild training keeps her upright and Deevoly and Cipke similarly have little trouble standing while supporting each other back to back. Kinkade keeps himself standing, but Benson barely manages to prevent himself from falling by bracing himself against a nearby wall, just as a wrestling pair falls in front of his feet.
Baeril backs up against the pastry shop to avoid contact with the mob, but the sleeping pair in front of him has opened a hole in crowd. The dwarf comes screaming out of the chaos, holding the redheaded Mason in a headlock as the two hurtle toward the gnomish tourist. Baeril tries to dodge out of the way, but the tiny gnome is carried backward into the pastry shop window. Glass shatters around the trio and a woman's voice screams from inside the shop. When the limbs are untangled, the dwarf takes another swing at the redhead, who sports a jagged gash along his cheek. But it's the gnome lying on the ground, blood pooling as shards of glass stick out of his lederhosen.
Seeing his opportunity, Benson grabs the orator's other arm to slap the manacles on it before pushing him down to the ground and locking them completely.
Wondering about the face that was peeking out from the pastry shop, Felix had begun to head over that way when the riot breaks out. He abruptly turns around and check to see if it's deadly or simply a brawl. He sees mostly punches and kicks thrown as he escorts a teenager out of the mob. The cleric thinks he catches glimpses of a foundry hammer or small chisel in the mob, but none of them connect for any lasting injury if they exist.
Elissa backs towards the Tower guards, making sure to keep out of arms reach of the mob. Her hand is still on her dagger inside her cloak ready to defend herself, but it's still not as sharp as the contempt in her voice as she sneers at the guard, "Way to instigate a riot, idiot! What's your name? I'm reporting you to your captain when I see him!"
"We- we have our orders!" the nervous guard pulls his sword and brandishes it at Elissa, the mob, or anyone. The other guard does likewise, although more calmly. "I don't see you helping any!" he says.
"Do your orders include keeping out those summoned to this tower for the new project?" Elissa drops her pack next to the guard with the face full of blood. "Do something right, watch over this." She swaps her dagger for a sap and looks for an opening as the mob sways around them.
Barely able to catch his breath, Cipke realizes they are in a full-blown riot. First thing he does is locate his partner. Deevoly backs away from the lout just in time to see him tackled at the knees by a young woman. She finds herself with her back to Cipke, who stands firm amidst the chaos.
Baeril turns, disappointed, from the pastry shop facade, looking at the incipent street violence.
"Ach, that's no way to behave! This is what happens when one does not have access to delicious pastry. But still, there is no excuse for such behavior."
He walks toward the mob, intent on giving them a piece of his mind. His hand slips into a folded pouch in a belly pocket inside the placket of his lederhosen. His fingertips find a pinch of sand, and begin gathering it. It's been explained to him that he can't just go casting magic on citizens willy-nilly, but honestly, this simply is no way to behave.
Surrounded by a flurry of kicks, punches, and the occasional foreign object everyone finds themselves dodging blows meant for others. Perhaps it is because of this fact that the Watch are not the focus of the battle that almost everyone manages to evade injury. The nimble Elissa ducks many missed blows, although the nervous guard behind her take a solid elbow to the face, causing him to double over holding back the geyser of blood. Kinkade finds the protestor serving as a human shield, while Baeril is still far enough away from the action to avoid injury. Felix's armor prevents any lasting injury also. Cipke barely evades an angry Mason's fist and looks back to his partner gasping in pain as a two by four misses it's original target and collides with her shin. Likewise, a bottle flies overhead and shatters on the wall next to Benson, causing his forehead to bleed with tiny cuts.
Baeril clucks his tongue in disappointment and throws the sand into the air. A pair of men exchanging blows in front of him fall to the ground, as does the errant two by four wielder.
But the melee proves to be the least of their problems. Although losing four combatants lessens the violence and theoretically makes the mob more likely to listen to reason, it also gives the crowd more room to move. As the crowd pushes and shoves, the party finds themselves struggling to keep their balance. Once again, Elissa's Guild training keeps her upright and Deevoly and Cipke similarly have little trouble standing while supporting each other back to back. Kinkade keeps himself standing, but Benson barely manages to prevent himself from falling by bracing himself against a nearby wall, just as a wrestling pair falls in front of his feet.
Baeril backs up against the pastry shop to avoid contact with the mob, but the sleeping pair in front of him has opened a hole in crowd. The dwarf comes screaming out of the chaos, holding the redheaded Mason in a headlock as the two hurtle toward the gnomish tourist. Baeril tries to dodge out of the way, but the tiny gnome is carried backward into the pastry shop window. Glass shatters around the trio and a woman's voice screams from inside the shop. When the limbs are untangled, the dwarf takes another swing at the redhead, who sports a jagged gash along his cheek. But it's the gnome lying on the ground, blood pooling as shards of glass stick out of his lederhosen.