Kestrel
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 24, 2019 20:31:40 GMT
Echo, another bolt at the ready, popped over her rock, and…stranger guy had it pretty well handled, actually. Wow! She watched, eyes wide and mouth open, as the man leapt off one of the foodstuff piles and toward the monster. A thin trail of ice followed and then fell like snow behind his sword. The slash sent the now bleeding, slobbering, and heaving thing crashing to the ground on its knees, its weight shaking the whole cavern and causing bits of moldy food and rock to crumble and fall around them.
It was dead before it had even landed.
Echo grinned. Yes! Yes, yes, and more yes! She stood, unloading her crossbow and once more using it as a crutch, as she laughed. They did it! For reals! Cat Lord, now they could get the hells out of there. Her ears twitched, though, at the sound of another soft thump. The stranger had fired his crossbow, finishing the monster off for sure with a bolt between its beady, yellow eyes.
Uh, a little excessive! But okay!
“Ha! That’s a cool sword you got there, stranger guy.”
Echo hobbled around foodstuff piles, through the mold and muck, and then over to her companion’s side. She wretched as she wiped some of the grime off her clothes and armor with her free hand.
“Ugh, like, gross? Let’s get out of here! This stuff is getting in my fur, now.”
Prodding the monster with her good foot (it, uh, sure was dead!), the treasure hunter turned to the stranger. Only then did she notice the trail of blood running from the corner of his mouth. Her ears flattened and Echo swished her tail.
“Hey, you okay? That hit looked preeeeetty nasty. If you want I can…can, like…wait. Waitwaitwaitwait.”
The tabaxi lifted and looked at her hands, then toward the stranger, then back toward her hands, and then back to the stranger. Her mouth fell open.
“Are you serious?! I have healing magic!”
Damnit! Damnit! Damnit! She had healing magic, like, this whole damn time! Her foot, meeting and then going with the stranger, fighting – another foot prod – this stupid, gross, awful thing? Pointless! All of it!
Damnit!
Sighing, Echo shrugged and then looked at the stranger. Whatever. It was, uh, what it was! She supposed. Still, the man looked a little worse for wear, and the tabaxi was sure ready to have a functional foot again.
“Right…so I, uh, can get us both healed up before we head back out, yeah?”
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Post by Night on Jun 25, 2019 18:43:10 GMT
Nuada stepped back and took a step around the ogre before sitting down on it. It was slumped over at the perfect height for a good bench, and for some reason it was probably the cleanest place to sit in the entire hole in the ground. He slipped his hand-crossbow back into his waiting place, of course he readied a bolt in it, just in case. His sword though, that took a different route. He put his free hand against the blade and felt the chill that ran along the steel. One second it was frosting, and the next the room temperature was warming it.
“It is no different than any other,’ Nuada answered about his sword, ‘though it has been through a bit.”
He then sheathed his sword so that he could move on to other tasks. Before he started moving from the ogre, he wiped his mouth again and saw more blood. It was funny, he didn’t taste it. Probably because he was too used to it. As he was doing this the tabaxi began blathering again. About if he was hurt and how nasty the hit looked. His eyes began to roll, because he knew that even if these were to be his last moments, which they weren’t, the last thing he would want is the loud prattling of someone.
He held a serious look as the tabaxi mentioned having healing magic. Nuada did not know how to respond to that. It was hard for him to believe that a magic user simply forgot that they could use magic. He just shook his head in disappointment. Of all the random strangers for him to come across, this one had to be loud, noisy, forgetful, bothersome, and surprisingly good with a crossbow.
“Yeah, you do that,” he said, squinting his eyes at them a bit, as if trying to say how does one forget that they have magic.
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