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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 11, 2016 19:27:26 GMT
"He left ages ago, I wouldn't be surprised if he's far away. I suggest you leave. Get her treated."
Zophar shakes in anger, jaw clenching as his eyes harden.
"Zo.. Kill him.. Kill them all.."
"You filthy wildlings and your damned feuds," he snarls, stepping forward. "And this all started with you," his eyes land on Iberia, and she turns and looks at him from over her shoulder, and Grelm uses the moment to his advantage.
He darts forward at the same time as Zophar lunges for her, and her head snaps around between the two. Her eyes widen, though out of alertness than fear, and she twists around, pulling her hands apart as far as she can. As Grelm jabs his sword forward, she ducks and slips the blade between her wrists, cutting the rope as her hands slide down to the hilt and she grabs the sword. Her elbow flies up and cracks Grelm's nose and she twists just last moment to avoid a jab of Zophar's knife, though he drives his fist into her shoulder and his knee into her knife wound. She lets out a sharp cry, though she twists, expression furious, and drives the sword into his shoulder and twists it, pushing him back with an arm as Grelm struggles to recover behind her.
"You will take your sister and go," she hisses, gaze dangerous as she forces him to his knees. "I should kill you for all that you've done, but I'm feeling Merciful."
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Post by Avery on Jan 12, 2016 15:16:52 GMT
The moment her brother moves at her request, Kali looks away, breathing in and out shallowly before a hand wraps around the arrow in her shoulder, inhaling shakily, yanking it out with a scream, gasping as she presses her hand to the wound
"You filthy wildlings and your damned feuds. And this all started with you,"
"I wouldn't." Caspian mutters lowly, arrow trained on Zophar's chest until his eyes flick to Grelm as he moves, teeth gritting, goes to shoot before stilling when Iberia fights back
"You will take your sister and go. I should kill you for all that you've done, but I'm feeling Merciful."
"That's enough." he hisses quietly, gaze sharp as it trains on the wildling, arrow flying to strike Grelm in the leg when he tries to get up "He's incapacitated, they all are. There isn't a need to kill him. Let's go home."
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 12, 2016 15:26:33 GMT
"That's enough. He's incapacitated, they all are. There isn't a need to kill him. Let's go home."
Iberia pulls the blade free, murmuring to Zophar, "Go before I change my mind."
"Go to hell," he grits out through a groan, sitting on his heels as she steps back, tossing the sword aside.
With a snort, she starts to turn away. "We're already there."
Iniago barks sharply in warning, eyes catching the glint of steel, urging Cas to shoot with another bark.
Zophar's face twists into a grin as he murmurs as Iberia's head snaps back to him, "You're more naive than I thought," and drives his knife just beneath Iberia's ribs. Iniago bucks with a beastly cry, somewhere between a human-like scream and a wolf-like yelp as he stumbles away, while Ib chokes on a cry while her hand goes to his blade, eyes wide as she struggles to catch another breath from the shock. Grelm cries out in fury behind her, and he picks up his sword to attack the bandit, though he struggles on his feet, but the man is swifter. He jerks the knife free and Iberia stumbles back and out of the way, a hand pressed to her side as she drops to a knee, and the bandit twists and drives his knife into the man's chest, giving it a twist.
"You should know not to trust a bandit, old man," he sneers, watching his face twist in horror and pain as he drops, Zophar letting go of the blade as he falls. "Sometimes we're a little more deadly than a bunch of you wildlings."
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Post by Avery on Jan 12, 2016 15:54:50 GMT
Go before I change my mind."
"Go to hell,"
"We're already there."
Eyes snapping to Iniago at the bark, Cas's eyes narrow then widen when he understands, hands flying to nock an arrow, too late as he watches it unfold, stiffening at Iberia's scream
"You're more naive than I thought. You should know not to trust a bandit, old man. Sometimes we're a little more deadly than a bunch of you wildlings."
Stiffening, his teeth gnash together before his arm raises, gaze livid as he points it towards Zophar's head "Get her, and run." he hisses to Iniago, letting the arrow fly
Gaze widening when Caspian points the arrow towards her brothers head, a strangled cry tears it's way from Kali's throat and she springs up, darting in between them just as he releases, jerking when it connects with her left eye. Face going slack immediately, she starts to topple backwards from the brunt of the blow, off balance, beginning to black out from the pain
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 12, 2016 16:12:19 GMT
"Get her, and run."
He shakes his fur and stumbles into a run, going straight for Iberia as Zophar whips around, and his face twists from horror to rage.
Zophar watches as the arrow hits, a strangled cry finding it's way out of his chest as he springs up to catch her, though at the weight he drops again. "Kali?!" His head snaps up to the man with the bow, expression twisting into rage as his darts up, though Iberia's voice cracks.
"Iniago."
The wolf changes direction sharply and turns to Zophar, shifting mid-air and lands on his feet and he crouches for a split moment to grab a knife from Grelm's body and lunges. He drives the hilt into the base of the man's skull, and he stumbles before falling, recoiling from the blow as Iniago lands on the other side of him. He skids to a stop and drops the knif and hurries to Iberia's side where she lays, golden eyes wide as he drops to a knee, skidding in the snow.
"M'lady, keep pressure on it," he instructed, hand pressing on hers and her other flies to his arm as she grits her teeth with a hiss, grip vice like. "Lami'je, lami'je. (I know, I know) Can you stand?" He starts to pull her up slowly.
She opens her eyes again, face pale as she uses his arm as a stabilizer as she gasps at the movement, sitting up. "He'll recover any moment," she wheezes, and Iniago nods, shifting and presses his muzzle to her. She wraps an arm around it and uses him to stand, swaying as she has to let go of him so he can lower himself to the ground to allow her to climb on his back.
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Post by Avery on Jan 12, 2016 16:47:48 GMT
"Kali?!"
"Iniago."
"M'lady, keep pressure on it,"
"Lami'je, lami'je."
"Can you stand?"
"He'll recover any moment."
Eyes flashing when the bandit starts towards him, Caspian stills and concentrates, feeling the water in the creek behind him start to rise. However, when Iniago knocks him down, he moves forward to Iberia as it crashes down to the bank, placing his bow on his back so his hands can find her waist, steadying her so she may mount the wolf
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 12, 2016 17:00:42 GMT
She takes a deep breath and climbs up, laying against Ini's back a moment, forehead pressed into fur as she catches her breath, sitting up slowly. She looks at his fur, and her bloodied hands, pulling the one away to look at it then presses it back, then murmurs, accent a little thicker, "I'm sorry for the blood." She slumps a little but puts a hand in front of her, hand balling in his fur as he gives a low grunt. "And I've stained your clothes," she murmurs to Cas, eyes pinched at the corners.
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Post by Avery on Jan 12, 2016 17:13:44 GMT
"I'm sorry for the blood. And I've stained your clothes,"
"Don't worry about it." Caspian murmurs after a moment, eyes flicking to Iniago, voice low "You take her back to my place, and don't stop. I'll catch up." turning on his heel, he goes to Kali's horse and mounts it, eyes raking over the bandits and the money before he tsks, urging the horse forward
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 12, 2016 17:17:16 GMT
"Don't worry about it. You take her back to my place, and don't stop. I'll catch up."
Iniago dips his head before starting forward, slow at first before he builds to a run to limit the jarring for Iberia. But she moves and lays against his back, her hair loosening from it's low bun as she closes her eyes, hand still on her side as she wraps the other arm around Iniago's neck.
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Post by Avery on Jan 12, 2016 17:37:45 GMT
Kicking the horses side gently, he spurs it into a gallop, taking off after the wolf, gaze sharp as he looks around, staying on guard
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 13, 2016 4:20:44 GMT
Having been on the hunt for herbs and materials, Bridgit walks through the spine, though after a while she heard the sounds of some commotion. Curiosity getting the better of her she starts towards it, stepping behind a large tree as a dire wolf and a man on a horse whizzes by, though she doesn't catch a good look at them. Frowning, she continues on down, coming to a clearing where one man laid dead, another groaning and pushing himself up, and young woman that seems to be fairly bad off. At the sight of the arrow she recoils a little, though continues over. "My, someone took a rather nasty beating," she says, an Irish-like accent thick.
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Post by Avery on Jan 13, 2016 4:30:52 GMT
"My, someone took a rather nasty beating,"
Barely breathing and unconscious, Kali's chest rises slowly a fraction of an inch every few moments, time drawn out as she fights to stay living
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 13, 2016 4:39:38 GMT
"My, someone took a rather nasty beating,"
Zophar's head snaps up, finding the woman in red, and he tenses sharply, reaching for his knife. Though he stops when he sees her hand raise.
"I'm not a threat, dear," she coos, moving over to Kali and kneeling by her, sitting the basket on her arm down.
"Don't touch her," he growls, making his way over.
"If I don't, she'll die," her gaze slides to him, and he swallows. "Do you want that?" At the shake of his head she nods, holding a hand over the girl's face. "I didn't think so." Murmuring something lowly in another language, her fingers move as the girl's own blood pushes the arrow out carefully before it seeps back into her skin, and the mage pulls out a strand of black threat, tearing a piece off as she continues. She holds the thread over the wound, some blood reaching up and taking it, and it uses the thread to seal up the wound with tight stitches, and the woman pulls out some cloth and wraps the girl's head carefully.
"Witch," Zophar murmurs, and Bridgit smiles.
"No, dear. A blood mage is a better term."
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Post by Avery on Jan 13, 2016 5:23:18 GMT
Jerking in her unconscious state as the woman heals her eye, Kali stills only after her head is wrapped, breaths leveling out some though still pale, shoulder still bleeding
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 13, 2016 5:41:39 GMT
"You're still a witch," he hisses, though the woman is unphased as she moves on to the shoulder.
"I just saved your sister," she counters, hand hovering again, though this time she doesn't speak the words or use the thread-- instead, the blood does the work for her, reducing itself to a small cut. "You should be thanking me, not insulting me."
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