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Post by ๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ on Dec 21, 2019 19:22:54 GMT -5
(( Omg I feel that. Iโm so glad the semester is over, I was dying tbh ))
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Post by Myst on Dec 21, 2019 19:26:13 GMT -5
(Omg s a m e I was exhausted all the time - at least now I can be tired in the comfort of my own home)
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Post by ๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ on Dec 22, 2019 0:04:23 GMT -5
(( Sameee. Now I can be tired and lazy in the comfort of my own space ))
It was Sarwalaโs easy response that had Zaphire choking on his foodโor perhaps it was the unexpected hand on his back, soothing his aching lungs as he coughed and sputtered. He shouldnโt have been so red-faced and embarrassed, but he couldnโt help it. Relationships were not his strongest point, considering he hadnโt been in one for a while. Being a criminal, on the run, and a street rat didnโt make for good circumstances for finding someone to love. โUh, no. Weโre notโnot that sort of couple. Just traveling together,โ he croaked out as soon as he was able to catch his breath enough.
Arun glanced between the two of them curiously, no doubt a tad confused by their drastically different answers. โI see,โ he said slowly, though there was no denying that the smile he gave them was more than a little teasing. โWell, it is good to have someone to rely on in your travels. I know that I would not have made it very far without Kalmin.โ
Zaphire was having a hard time catching his breath. Not in the metaphorical sense, but in the literal senseโhe couldnโt breathe. His throat felt like it was on fire, like it was burning, and he wheezed as he coughed. His face was turning an even deeper shade of red than its natural color. โSarwalaโโ He tried and failed to speak, but succeeded in grappling around for the other manโs wrist to grab onto and squeeze in a painfully tight grip.
โAre you alright?โ Arun asked from the other side of the fire, worry pinching his eyebrows together.
(( Itโs a Christmas surprise, heโs allergic to certain types of trout. Iโm horrible lmao~ ))
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Post by Myst on Dec 22, 2019 12:17:53 GMT -5
(Right? Iโm so happy
And oh gosh itโs cruel but I love it - Iโll be able to respond sometime tonight when I get home!)
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Post by ๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ on Dec 22, 2019 14:13:55 GMT -5
(( glad someone likes my horrible choices, because Zaphire certainly doesnโt lmao Okay, take your time! ))
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Post by Myst on Dec 23, 2019 23:25:36 GMT -5
When his companion further explained exactly what association they had, he couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows. So... There was a difference? It seemed that way - he'd have to ask about it later. For now, his focus was rubbing circles into the others back gently. There was no reason to be concerned over the meaning of a word if his friend wasn't breathing properly. He barely paid any attention to the high elf's response, eyes trained on the other. His face was darkening, which couldn't be a good sign, and it didn't seem that he had fully regained his ability to breath. Maybe he'd coughed too hard previously or the cold air had been too harsh after the initial incident.
Sarwala didn't get to dwell on the source of the problem for long as pain all but shot up his other arm. Drawing in a hissed breath, he glanced down only to find the other was gripping his wrist. Eyes shooting back to the other's face, his free hand moved from his back to his chest, then his neck as panic set in. A very minuscule part of him registered Arun's question, but that same part of him managed to muster up a response. "H-he can't breathe." The words were a bit rushed, and quieter than preferred, but he was busy trying to pull from memories.
This had happened once or twice during his time in the palace, but there were medics there. He didn't know what the medics did to fix this, the most he knew was that it was some sort of allergic reaction. Truth be told, he also wasn't much of a healer. It just wasn't his forte. Upon realizing he didn't know what to do, he only panicked further, gazing shifting towards the other pair in a silent plea.
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Post by ๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ on Dec 24, 2019 23:29:09 GMT -5
Arun looked stricken with surprised fear for only a fraction of a second before he was on his feet. He headed not for Zaphire, but for one of the tents nearby. Dove straight through the entrance and rummaged around in a fast-paced frenzy. Pulled out jars and bottles, little leather pouches, until he found what he was looking for. Zaphire watched it all through clouded, watery eyes. When Arun returned, he had a tiny glass bottle of liquid that was vibrantly orange. โGods have mercy,โ he mumbled under his breath as he crouched in the snow, just in front of the man. โSarwala, tilt his head back. I doubt heโll be able to swallow on his own.โ
Zaphire wanted argue that he wasnโt helpless, but Arun was rightโhe couldnโt swallow. He could hardly force his lungs to take deep, scratchy breaths. His face felt like it was on fire and with Sarwalaโs help, he was able to drink the bizarre medicine that Arun was offering to him. It tasted foul and bitter, immediately make him cough, but it soothed the burning in his throat. Whatever it was, it must have been the right substance to use, because the effects of it were slowly becoming clear to him. โWhat...happened?โ He wheezed, as he collapsed into Sarwala, who was a strong and sturdy weight.
โThere are many people who grow ill when they eat certain foods. Hard to say why. But I would wager to say that it was the fish that made you ill,โ Arun said, not finished just yet. He looked over Zaphireโs face, felt his pulse with one hand, and stood back up. โTruly lucky that we met today. For you to eat something that made you sick and for myself to be a healer. I would say that fate is on your side.โ
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Post by Myst on Dec 28, 2019 18:03:27 GMT -5
As soon as the elf had gotten up, the tieflingโs eyes went back to his companion. Heโd completely tensed up at this point, mind racing with the idea of possibly losing his newfound friend. He had no plans of being alone again, and he wasnโt entirely sure what he would do if this were to be the case. Sure, they hadnโt been together for long, however it was in his nature to become attached to those who he considered friends. Zaphire was no exception to this. Rather, he fell even further into this portion of himself. Itโd been much too long since he has knew anybody that understood what he went through on a daily basis, and even more so that somebody aligned so well with his idea of fun. Yes, it was selfish of him, but he didnโt care. He had no plans of losing the man who was barely breathing beside him.
So when Arun returned and gave him an instruction, he followed it wordlessly, watching as the liquid left the bottle. It didnโt smell the best but if it would get the job done he supposed that didnโt matter. Not too soon after the other was collapsing against him and he was releasing a slow sigh of relief. He wrapped his arms around the other without so much as thinking about it, listening to the exchange as the other checked him over.
Sarwala remained tense despite the danger having passed. โThank you for the help. If thereโs anything I could do for either of you in return, I will.โ The ex-servant was far from a healer - had they not found the pair, the situation wouldโve gone much differently. The two remaining healing potions he had surely wouldnโt have solved the problem based solely on the color differentiations. Still, he was highly thankful to be in the presence of the two strangers, and the only thing he could think to do was offer his services. There was hardly a task he couldnโt complete so long as it was physical. It wasnโt that he was unintelligent, but more so really only knew physical tasks. It has quickly become what he was near at during his years of servitude.
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Post by ๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ on Jan 3, 2020 0:16:27 GMT -5
โThereโs no need to pay me back, Sarwala. I would like to believe that people meet for a reason. The world can be a strange and mysterious place,โ said the elf, as he looked over Zaphire one last time. Checked his pulse at the wrist, his eyes and his breathing, then took a seat not too far away. Closer than before and close enough to act quickly, if need be, but also far enough to give the two their personal space. โItโs hard to understand, sometimes, but it can be as wonderful as it can be cruel.โ
Zaphire wondered how a man who looked so young could sound so wise. Arun couldnโt have been much older than themselves, based on his appearance. Then again, elves could live for a very long time from what he had heard through rumors, so perhaps he was not quite as young as he appeared to be. Either way, he was too tired to think about it for very long. He leaned against the other tiefling for support, back to the manโs chest, and rubbed one eye with his hand. His throat felt sore from coughing, his skin too hot, like he was running a fever. To be frank, he felt sick and in a way, he supposed he was sick.
The longer he sat there, the more quickly he fell asleep. Practically passed out, right then and there, mouth open and using Sarwala as a living pillow. Arun seemed to find this funny, as he laughed a little. โWeโve an extra tent, if youโd like to stay awhile and rest. The medicine I gave him can make one drowsy for a bit. Weโll be here for a few days, but I assume you two are planning to move on. If you rest now, you can head off just before nightfall.โ
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Post by Myst on Jan 8, 2020 1:40:09 GMT -5
(Hi! I took a surprise trip to Maryland and forgot my laptop! Iโll be home on Friday and able Respond then c: )
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Post by ๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ on Jan 10, 2020 0:58:26 GMT -5
(( No problem, take your time! Hope youโre having a fun trip! ))
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Post by Myst on Jan 11, 2020 13:04:08 GMT -5
The tiefling couldn't help but frown a little when the other said repayment wasn't necessary. Surely it was - making potions wasn't always inexpensive in terms of ingredients, and one that could remedy such an ailment surely costed more than the ones he'd bought. To top it off, he'd quite literally saved Zaphire's life. Still, he nodded slowly to his words. He was right in saying the world was strange. For there to be things that only some people couldn't eat... well, to him it was a strange concept despite having seen it happen on two other occasions.
As the other rested against him, Sarwala glanced down. He looked so tired, though that would make sense. To suddenly have so much trouble breathing surely was taxing on the body, and that was on top of the travel they'd done that day. It seemed it was only moments later he realized he was essentially a pillow, as his companion had fallen asleep. Arun's laugh drew his gaze upward. Right, an extra tent... They'd have to stay here for at least a few hours. "We were, but I don't know he'll be fit for travel."
Heaving a gentle sigh, he shifted slightly, collecting his friend in his arms a bit more properly before standing up slowly. "Thank you for letting up use your extra tent - are you sure there isn't anything I can do for you?" Despite the pained protest his shoulder was given while holding Zaphire, he would stand here for as long as it would take to get an answer.
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Post by ๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ on Jan 21, 2020 23:25:20 GMT -5
(( Iโm sorry I havenโt been too active, Iโve just been so caught up with classes I havenโt had a lot of time to write. ))
โIโm certain. Go and rest,โ Arun reassured the man with that small, ever-present smile of his. He held a calm, relaxed sort of composure that seemed hard to break, even after the panic of witnessing a man almost suffocate to death. โPerhaps you can help with the chores before you leave, but those can wait until you and your friend have gotten some rest.โ
Zaphire didnโt wake at being carried by the other tiefling, though he did stir a little when he was placed down onto a makeshift bed of soft furs. It was cold outside, but in the comfort of the leather tent, the air was rather warm. The material blocked out the fierce wind and trapped the warmth inside, allowing it to feel almost as comfortable as a house might have. Even half-asleep, he was eager to burrow deep into the quilts and curl up into a ball in order to fight away the chill. As it turned out, he ended up using Sarwala as a pillow and sleeping long into the day. By the time he groggily started to wake, the sun was setting, and the wind whistled through the trees. He could have slept well into the night as well.
Reluctant to get up, he buried his nose in Sarwalaโs shoulder and let out a grumpy noise. โItโs cold,โ he grumbled, trying to unsuccessfully use Sarwala as an extra blanket.
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Post by Myst on Jan 25, 2020 16:40:32 GMT -5
(it's all good my dude! My activity has dropped severely because of classes so I totally get it c: no stress)
Sarwala only gave a slight nod at the answer he received. Part of him had expected as much, but he'd been hoping that there would be something he could do. He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel bad for receiving so much help without anything in return. Still, the possibility of helping with the chores would have to be enough for him as he cared the other into the spare tent. As he set his companion down in the bed, he only watched for a brief moment as he seemed to make himself comfortable before he did the same. It was nice to be laying in something that was so warm, though he found it wasn't long before he became a pillow once more.
Unlike Zaphire, he didn't sleep. Rather he spent the passing hours with his arms loosely wrapped around him as he lay awake, unsure if sleeping was the best choice. He had no way of knowing if something else would occur or if the medicine was only temporary. So he didn't dare close his eyes. By the time he woke, the tiefling had drifted off into this thoughts, only interupted by the other's movements. Grinning a little, his gaze shifted to look at him. While he wouldn't make a good blanket, he did pull the other closer by tightening his arms slightly, as he was aware of the large amounts of body heat he tended to put off.
"I know it's cold," he murmured, glancing towards the opening of the tent. He wasn't sure exactly how long it had been, but surely there had been a significant change in the sun's position by now. "How do you feel?" It was the most important aspect of their current situation to him. The ex-servant had no plans on leaving if his companion wasn't up to it.
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Post by ๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ on Jan 29, 2020 22:57:48 GMT -5
โSleepy,โ Zaphire answered through a wide, toothy yawn, and inched his way closer to burrow himself into the blanket that Sarwala had become. It was the truthโhe was exhausted. His limbs were heavy, his throat sore, and his head fuzzy. He didnโt really want to get up, but he knew that they needed to get going soon if they wanted to reach the next village in a reasonable amount of time. โMy head hurts.โ
Still, he figured it wouldnโt hurt to lie there for a few more moments. Sarwala was nice and warm, surprisingly comfortable to lie against, better than a feather-stuffed pillow. As he did, though, he found himself accidentally drifting off back to sleep. He didnโt mean to, but he couldnโt help the way his eyes closed and his breathing evened out once more. It didnโt last very long, though, before he heard the rustle of fabric.
Arun poked his head through the opening of the tent, pale-faced and grim with worry. He glanced over his shoulder before he looked back at the two tieflings. โI know you are still resting, but I must urge you to take your horses and leave. A large patrol of guards is headed this way and they do not take kindly to us, your kind or mine,โ he whispered, urgently. โI fear they may cause you trouble.โ
Zaphire at first was afraid that Arun had discovered that they were wanted fugitives, but as it turned out, the elf was simply worried about them being undeservingly harassed. Before he could wake up enough to respond coherently, Arun held out a small, cloth-wrapped bundle to Sarwala.
โI packed you a bag for your travels. Some herbs and a bit of dried food. It is not much, but I hope it helps you along the way,โ he explained.
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Post by Myst on Feb 8, 2020 16:49:27 GMT -5
(Shoutout to me not knowing how to respond cause this could go so many ways)
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Post by ๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ on Feb 14, 2020 19:11:26 GMT -5
(( Thatโs okay! We could have them get caught (and fight) or escape without being seen. Or any number of things, really. ))
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Post by Myst on Feb 20, 2020 16:50:36 GMT -5
(Sorry that my activity has gone out the window! I got rear ended last week and have been dealing with the other party's insurance everyday and it's been relatively easy save for now cause I haven't gotten the email I was supposed to get like two days ago Also! I feel like having them get caught and fighting would be rather interesting - It could establish fighting styles, ya feel?)
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Post by ๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ on Feb 28, 2020 19:00:35 GMT -5
(( omg Iโm so sorry to hear that, I hope youโre alright! Donโt worry about your activity, real life always comes first. Them getting into a fight sounds like a good way to go. I can edit my last post, if you need me to! ))
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Post by Myst on Mar 19, 2020 9:32:13 GMT -5
(shoutout to being quarantined! I'll have something up today!! also don't worry about it! I can definitely make a fight happen lol after all ya boi is a walking target)
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Post by ๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ on Mar 19, 2020 23:17:01 GMT -5
[[ alrighty! Canโt wait to see kind of trouble Sarwala gets himself into lmao ]]
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Post by Myst on Apr 1, 2020 16:24:41 GMT -5
(It's gonna be a good time, also sorry I keep dying - home is a mess and its been hard to find the motivation to exist properly)
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Post by Myst on Apr 1, 2020 16:43:27 GMT -5
The tiefling couldn't help but chuckle a little at the response he'd received, but he nodded nonetheless. He wasn't surprised that his companion was still tired so he didn't protest as the other seemed to make himself comfortable once more. Not too long after it seemed he'd slipped back into sleep, and he figured it wouldn't be too bad to simply leave tomorrow. After all, a good rest made for better travel.
He didn't get the chance to let himself rest alongside the other as Arun made his presence known. It hadn't even occurred to him that the other would have found out that they were escapees. Rather, he focused on the idea that there were guards close enough to cause worry. Frowning a little he took the buddle he was handed in one hand, nodding slightly. "Thank you," he murmured, looking at it for a moment. Sure, it would be smart to leave now, hope everyone got out unnoticed, but what if that didn't happen? They were nice people, they didn't deserve to get harassed or attacked.
'Right then, I'll just take care of it.' Gently removing himself from Zaphire, Sarwala stood, stretching as he moved to leave the tent. "I'll distract them and find my way to you, yeah?" Without waiting for an answer, he left the tent and made to release his steed from the tree he was tethered to.
And when he did, he mounted him and took off. It wasn't hard to find the patrol as the gentle clang of their armor as they moved was rather telling. He knew the sound a little too well, but at this moment he was thankful that he did. Bursting out onto the path in front of them, he pulled the reigns back and brought his stallion to a stop. He was a few meters away from them as the group stopped suddenly. "Hello, incompetent friends! Out for an evening walk?" He was arrogant for sure. There was only one of him, and surely they would find strength in numbers. Still, as the first arrow flew he took off at a gallop, almost cackling as he heard them trailing.
As he heard at least two of them catching up, he patted the horse's neck. "Keep going and find a safe place, okay?" He didn't have time for the ring to work its magic as the horse snorted. Pulling himself into a crouching position and turning around slowly, Sarwala lept back, tackling one of the guards off his mount with a grin that showed off his double canines. The others would catch up soon, and it would be one hell of a fight but he was happy to have it. Call him a bit of a brute but he liked to think he fought well.
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Post by ๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ on Apr 1, 2020 17:27:42 GMT -5
[[ itโs okay, really! reply whenever you feel like it or if you just feel like chatting, thatโs fine, too! ]]
Zaphire was dazed, head murky with sleep, but he understood that word all too well from his time in jail: guards. He was moving to get up when Sarwala insisted that he would serve as a distraction, that he would find his way back to him after all was said and done. Gone and out of sight, long before the man could piece together any semblance of an answer. Stupid, stupid manโcould he not have waited a moment, at least long enough for Zaphire to ask him what in the godsโ names he intended to do?
Apparently not.
As fast as he could be, the tiefling was hot on his heels, but the man was long gone on his steed by the time he caught up. He stared, dismayed, after him as the stallionโs hooves kicked up snow and dirt. The survival-centered part of his brain told him to do as he was told. Wait for them to meet back up, to leave the situation in Sarwalaโs hands. Yet, no matter how many years he might have spent on the streets among criminals and lowlifes, he couldnโt ignore the tiny voice in his head that denied this instinct. Donโt let him go alone, it said. Friends fight by each otherโs sides.
โThank you for your help,โ he quickly told Arun as he untethered his mare and climbed atop her back. The elf reached a hand out, perhaps to stop him, but Zaphire would have none of that. He was after the trail Sarwala left behind in an instant. Though his mare was not quite as fast, it did not take long to discover where his friend had gone. As he arrived, his vision was filled with the sight of Sarwala flinging himself at a guard, knocking the man off his horse and onto the ground below. The jaw-dropping surprise only lasted a fraction of a second, for more cavalry was fast approaching, and soon it would be a brawl.
Without thinking, he hopped down from the mare and landed harshly in the snow. Dived for the fallen guardโs bow and his forgotten quiver. While not the best shot in the world, it was the only weapon available, and he was not so brash as to fling himself head on into a physical fight. โSarwala, you oaf!โ As he chided the man, he notched an arrow, and set it loose upon a man who was clearly aiming for Sarwalaโs head. It struck the guard in the shoulder, but the momentum knocked him off his horse, and that was good enough.
Anger should have laced his voice, but Zaphire found that he was laughing instead. โYouโre a foolish, reckless man!โ
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Post by Myst on Apr 2, 2020 15:33:15 GMT -5
(ahhhh okay!! I just really love this plot and the boys but my brain did a big n o for no reason but like I still really wanna do this and yeet)
He truly hadn't expected his travel companion to follow after him. They'd already had the human target talk, sure, but it clearly wasn't enough to stop him from pursuing the patrol for everyone's benefit. With this in mind, he did this to himself regardless of what fate held for him after this battle. Besides, he hadn't put much thought into this action. He didn't have a plan, though he rarely did, this was a bit much even for him. Still, he was sure the event would provide the adrenaline rush he so loved.
Yet, when he heard another guard hit the ground as he was scolded, he turned only for his eyes to land on the other tiefling. While this wasn't what he had wanted to happen, it would be fun to fight alongside him. "You're a pretty good shot!" he responded, moving forward enough to steal the downed guard's sword from his unconscious body. He turned quickly, blocking another's blade his own as he sped by. It seemed a few of the guards had since dismounted, sending their steeds elsewhere with a simple command. If he knew them, they were just far enough away to hear the recall whistle but at a distance where they would go without injury. Still, that would make it harder to obtain a second sword. While he wasn't typically one for close combat, he liked to double-wield, as he found it more effective than hauling around a shield or a heavy weapon.
Zaphire's laughter filled words reached his ears, he found himself grinning widely as he rushed one of the guards who was approaching defensively. "But you followed, so what of you?" This was surely no time to be teasing, but he couldn't help it. It didn't prevent him from continuing his attack, however, as he ducked under a swinging arm and swung the blade for the guard's knee as he passed. While he got a good slash in, it wasn't exact as he only went through the straps of the greave to the flesh of the calf. Still, he got a cry of pain which was good enough for him, though he was also met with a fast retaliation. The guard turned, arm outstretched and dagger in hand faster than Sarwala could follow up. The blade buried itself in his previous uninjured shoulder just shy of the joint. This earned a pained and angry hiss from the man and bared teeth.
He was fast then, rushing the guard once more, dropping low and sweeping his tail under him to bring him to ground level. The man fell with a grasp and his blade was stolen with ease. His focus turned, however, to another guard who seemed to focus on him as well and brandished his greatsword. The horned man rolled back, only vaguely aware of how narrowly he'd evaded the heavy blade. Despite this, he was also thankful it wasn't a war hammer.
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Post by ๐๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ on Apr 2, 2020 16:29:13 GMT -5
[[ lmao thatโs okay, my brain does that a lot, too. i just donโt want you to stress over replying or anything!
These poor boys are just getting themselves into so much trouble lol. ]]
โThank you, my good friend! Iโve had a bit of practice!โ Zaphireโs only practice was throwing a spear at moving fish, which was infinitely more difficult than hitting people up close, in his opinion. There was no need to aim quite as delicately due to the way water changed the view of what was beneath, but he still did his best to aim for the weak points on the guardโs standard armour nonetheless. Not that he hit his intended spot very often, but it was usually close enough. So long as it rendered a man in pain and immobile, that was all that truly mattered.
He was here to help his friend, not strictly to kill.
โThat makes me a fool, as well! But we shall be fools together. At least we have each otherโs backs.โ
A two man team was a far stronger force and much less lonely.
There were more guards approaching Sarwala than himselfโhe supposed they viewed the other man as more of a threat, the enemy they should take out first. A foolish decision. A guard barreled toward Sarwala from the rear, but before his sword could strike, Zaphire lifted his bow and let an arrow loose. It faltered and didnโt go as far as he intended, so rather than hit his abdomen, it buried itself in the manโs leg. An anguished cry filled the air and, at first, he thought it was the guardโs, but no, it was the cry of his friend. Blood could be seen soaking the fabric around his good shoulder.
Sympathy and worry spiked hot in his chest, followed suit by anger.
Arrow after arrow was fired from his bow, most at least hitting their intended target, taking out the archers first and foremost. Soon enough, he found his quiver empty. Zaphire had no choice but to resort to hand to hand combat, of which he was not the most skilled. He was an excellent thief, though not so much a talented fighter. That didnโt stop him from rushing forward with his bow, which he swung to crack over the head of a nearby guard.
As he knelt to retrieve a dagger from a fallen man, he felt a sharp pain in his leg and gave a cry. Sticking out from the side of his thigh was an arrow. I thought I got all of the archers! He could see that it wasnโt far into his flesh, as the sharp tip of the arrowhead had gone in sideways. Biting down on his tongue, he snapped the feathered end of the arrow off, and took a deep breath. Arrows werenโt supposed to be yanked out all willy nilly, as it would only cause more damage, but they were in the middle of a battle. If he was down for too long, he would become less of a help and more a liability.
It was a stupid move to pull it free, but that was exactly what he did, with a half-sob and the taste of copper in his mouth from biting down too hard. The wound poured with blood, but he didnโt think it was too deep, and didnโt have the time to wrap it.
Immediately, he lifted his head to look for Sarwala, filled with worries not for himself, but for the other man.
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Post by Myst on Apr 26, 2020 9:04:56 GMT -5
(I'm so TIRED and I don't know WHYYYYYY - I haven't really done anything productive this month and for some reason I keep struggling with this fight scene cause I want to do things but then I'm like 'that one results in d e a t h' and that's not the goal here lmao)
While he was pleased to hear that they would, in fact, be fools together, the joy was short lived. He'd started a bit of chaos here and he needed to give it his full attention if he wanted both of them to make it out of this still forming battle alive. He was thankful that the archers who'd been dutifully firing arrow after arrow went down one by one. Archers were the worst in his mind, always dealing damage from so far away... It was nice to have one less thing to worry about.
Brandishing one sword in each hand, Sarwala got to work cutting the men down. It was a lot, and he sustained further injuries, but none as bad as the blade that still protruded from his shoulder. It was starting to take its toll, and it should've limited his movements, but he was determined. Bleeding much more than he should've been now, but determined. As far as he was concerned, it was nothing life threatening - he wouldn't bleed out, but in the days to come his arm wouldn't be much use until his shoulder healed up. Even knowing all of this, he put up a great fight, dispatching at least two guards before somebody landed another hit. This one was to his thigh and it was a good cut, too... Maybe a dagger? He was unsure.
Zaphire's cry of pain drew his attention quickly, and golden eyes were quick to zero in on his now injured companion. His momentary distraction allowed one of the men to push knock him onto his back, but he refused to lose sight of his companion.
With a new sort of anger ignited within his chest, he rolled over as a blade was driven into the dirt beside him in what was meant to be a killing blow. He whipped out his tail wildly, forcing two guards to the ground as he got up. Before one could move, he abandoned one of his blades in her chest before turning with a broad swing that caused another guard to jump back. With an opening now made, the tiefling turned and made quick work of getting to his friend's side. By the time he got there the arrow had been removed and left a nasty hole in its place. "You should've left the arrow," he said, getting a quick assessment before turning to face what was left of the patrol. So much for not being a walking target, right? Though, he would now consider himself more of a shield.
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