A Grand Tomorrow (For BubbleLord)
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She thinks for a moment "Gurkin and I could distract them while you go for their boss?"
"you really think he is in any shape to go after their boss on his own?"
"Well I don't have any other ideas! There is three of us and a bunch of scared slaves!"
The tabby stands forward again "So... not to get int he middle of your pep talk, but you could use their own gear against them. They likely have spare shackles on those guards, nick those during the fight and lock it onto them... then simply remove their rings and they are stuck."
"you really think he is in any shape to go after their boss on his own?"
"Well I don't have any other ideas! There is three of us and a bunch of scared slaves!"
The tabby stands forward again "So... not to get int he middle of your pep talk, but you could use their own gear against them. They likely have spare shackles on those guards, nick those during the fight and lock it onto them... then simply remove their rings and they are stuck."
"Not a terrible idea. But they still outnumber us... we'll need the help of all of you."
Looking to Zephyr, he'd give a small nod.
"Gurkin and me will distract them, you and the others will pick the shackles and rings off them during the fighting. Once one is bound, hold them down and use the rings to keep them there."
Looking to Zephyr, he'd give a small nod.
"Gurkin and me will distract them, you and the others will pick the shackles and rings off them during the fighting. Once one is bound, hold them down and use the rings to keep them there."
"Uh, I am thankful for freeing me and all... but charging at armed and skilled guards still seems like a horrible idea!" Comes a voice from the back which gets a lot of nodding and agreement.
Zephyr sighs and faces them "Look, I know you are scared and I know this sounds like a horrible idea... but even if we run away now they will just come looking for you again. However, right now you have three skilled people willing to take the heat while you sneak around for the cheap shot... isn't that better than a life of fear and hiding?"
Whispers go out and a general agreement seems to be taken up.
"Hmph... got a way with words she does. Well then Orval, only one way forward from here... ready to storm the throne room?"
Zephyr sighs and faces them "Look, I know you are scared and I know this sounds like a horrible idea... but even if we run away now they will just come looking for you again. However, right now you have three skilled people willing to take the heat while you sneak around for the cheap shot... isn't that better than a life of fear and hiding?"
Whispers go out and a general agreement seems to be taken up.
"Hmph... got a way with words she does. Well then Orval, only one way forward from here... ready to storm the throne room?"
Orval moves to gently elbow Gurkin, though he regrets it thanks to the man's tough body and his own wound causing a wince.
"That's my daughter for you... already smarter than her dad. But yeah... let's fuck them up. I don't think they'll kill the slaves, only wound them... so that'll be our biggest advantage. You just focus on being defensive and keeping them occupied by not getting killed. I'll keep rushing their flanks... using this sword, I can keep them pinned between us."
Moving to the door, he pushed it open and gripped the new sword tightly in both hands before striding in. He was going to let Gurkin lead, trying to size up the targets and their goals. This was going to hopefully go smoother now that he had one of the fine weapons to cut their enemies down with... all the while, of course, hoping that the leader would just submit and let him collar the crook and put an end to all of this organization's futile fighting...
"That's my daughter for you... already smarter than her dad. But yeah... let's fuck them up. I don't think they'll kill the slaves, only wound them... so that'll be our biggest advantage. You just focus on being defensive and keeping them occupied by not getting killed. I'll keep rushing their flanks... using this sword, I can keep them pinned between us."
Moving to the door, he pushed it open and gripped the new sword tightly in both hands before striding in. He was going to let Gurkin lead, trying to size up the targets and their goals. This was going to hopefully go smoother now that he had one of the fine weapons to cut their enemies down with... all the while, of course, hoping that the leader would just submit and let him collar the crook and put an end to all of this organization's futile fighting...
The droo creeks open and reveals a huge throne room/war room combo. Huge pillars hold up the roof on the left and the right, a massive table covered in papers and writing supplies is in the back left while training dummies sit to the right. Down the middle is a grand red and gold rug that leads up to throne while huge hanging chandeliers light up the room.
Standing half way down the room are three more elite guards all standing ready for combat. One has a mace and shield, one has a long bow and the last has two huge gauntlets over his hands obviously ready to rumble in close quarters. Then, sitting on the throne looking rather annoyed though also slightly interested, is the boss. To Orval's surprise... he is a kin-folk! Red and orange feathers make up his hair, while an angular masculine face with a powerful jaw makes up his head. His eyes are light blue. His body is not bulky but likely heavily toned. The rest of his body is impossible to make out as he is covered in heavy black steel armor decorated with royal blue cloth on the sides, under the shoulders, on the back and hanging like a loin cloth between his legs. At his hip is a long sword sheath, standard leather and rather out of place compared to his armor.
When he speaks, his voice is low and commanding "So.. you are the ones screwing up my home huh? So what is it this time? Did I steal a relative? Put your business out of play? Or are you just some holy roller wanting to end slavery?"
Standing half way down the room are three more elite guards all standing ready for combat. One has a mace and shield, one has a long bow and the last has two huge gauntlets over his hands obviously ready to rumble in close quarters. Then, sitting on the throne looking rather annoyed though also slightly interested, is the boss. To Orval's surprise... he is a kin-folk! Red and orange feathers make up his hair, while an angular masculine face with a powerful jaw makes up his head. His eyes are light blue. His body is not bulky but likely heavily toned. The rest of his body is impossible to make out as he is covered in heavy black steel armor decorated with royal blue cloth on the sides, under the shoulders, on the back and hanging like a loin cloth between his legs. At his hip is a long sword sheath, standard leather and rather out of place compared to his armor.
When he speaks, his voice is low and commanding "So.. you are the ones screwing up my home huh? So what is it this time? Did I steal a relative? Put your business out of play? Or are you just some holy roller wanting to end slavery?"
Seeing a bird-kin definitely gave him some aspirations. The only other bird-bitch in his harem had been a bandit... having one changed to better ride his cock and serve loyally might even prove a boon for ensuring his children and future soldiers had a person to learn from. Crook or not, no one wore armor that great and carried enough presence to own a throne. It was time for him to bring down his first king, specifically the king of the city's criminal activity. For all he knew, this guy was the biggest criminal organization leader in the entire kingdom.
"If I wanted to end slavery, it'd prevent me from collaring you. I've come to knock you out of business... and I'm far from the first one coming to do it." His bluff was delivered, taking the blade firmly as he smirked and called out once more.
"Surrender and you'll only have to kneel... or fight. Though, once you do that you're only going to feel my cock in that throat and your business completely taken from you. Your choice... but your odds are against you, since even if you can kill me I have a princess who would come here and crush you under her army's boot to avenge her future child's father."
"If I wanted to end slavery, it'd prevent me from collaring you. I've come to knock you out of business... and I'm far from the first one coming to do it." His bluff was delivered, taking the blade firmly as he smirked and called out once more.
"Surrender and you'll only have to kneel... or fight. Though, once you do that you're only going to feel my cock in that throat and your business completely taken from you. Your choice... but your odds are against you, since even if you can kill me I have a princess who would come here and crush you under her army's boot to avenge her future child's father."
He leans forward with a grin, resting his elbows on his knees and he peers down at Orval "A fine bluff... but I don't believe it." He stands up and walks down the stairs from his throne. "I can see all the little cracks in what you say. First of, you are using one of my mens weapons... which means your own gear is below our standard. Secondly you are wearing just one gauntlet... you are injured aren't you? Third... I heard the fighting... it took two of you to take down one of my guys and even then I bet you played it dirty. Fourth... you brought the fucking slaves with you, you must be desperate."
He walks out further and leans against one of his elites "Way I see it... you are grasping at a desperate plan to win aren't you? Come on... if you are really here to collar me then listen to reason, one slaver to another, give it up and leave. You killed my guards and wrecked teh place, whatever, I have the money to make it better than before. If you fight... I can't promise you anything about living past it. Even if you have a pretty princess at your beck and call... heh... I always wanted a royal slut."
The guards laugh and nod at their boss, enjoying his sass. "So, I give you a counter argument." His eyes move to Zephyr "Give me your cow bitch there and leave the slaves. In return, you and your bear and piss off... I will even let you keep that sword and gauntlet."
He walks out further and leans against one of his elites "Way I see it... you are grasping at a desperate plan to win aren't you? Come on... if you are really here to collar me then listen to reason, one slaver to another, give it up and leave. You killed my guards and wrecked teh place, whatever, I have the money to make it better than before. If you fight... I can't promise you anything about living past it. Even if you have a pretty princess at your beck and call... heh... I always wanted a royal slut."
The guards laugh and nod at their boss, enjoying his sass. "So, I give you a counter argument." His eyes move to Zephyr "Give me your cow bitch there and leave the slaves. In return, you and your bear and piss off... I will even let you keep that sword and gauntlet."
"Fuck my daughter? Fat chance. So on that throne and watch me beat your men and then fuck your face like my bitches back home."
He clenched one hand tightly, moving forward slowly. It was then, however, he remembered his stolen pouch. None of them wore helmets... which had him back up and hand the pouch to Zephyr.
"Hun, throw some of that at their faces. Don't inhale it... if we hit them with a handful, they won't be able to fight as well, if at all."
Turning back, he'd smirk.
"Let's go, Gurkin. When we're done with this, I bet we can get your girlfriend freed. I'll even share that cocky bastard in a threesome. But his ass is mine."
He clenched one hand tightly, moving forward slowly. It was then, however, he remembered his stolen pouch. None of them wore helmets... which had him back up and hand the pouch to Zephyr.
"Hun, throw some of that at their faces. Don't inhale it... if we hit them with a handful, they won't be able to fight as well, if at all."
Turning back, he'd smirk.
"Let's go, Gurkin. When we're done with this, I bet we can get your girlfriend freed. I'll even share that cocky bastard in a threesome. But his ass is mine."
(The three guards wear helmets actually... sorry if I didn't make that clear. They were great helms, the ones that look like upside down buckets. Your plan would sitll work, just have to aim better.)
The boss sighs and steps over to the side "Fine, we do this the hard way. Just don't whine while I fuck your daughter into the ground as you choke out your last ok? But no, I am not going to sit down. See, I have put two and two together over the years. These three are not just mooks. Tiberius, William and Charles are their names, they have all trained very hard for their spots and their reward was the best gear I could fund without surpassing my own." He steps forward "So while your bear and your bitch fight my boys... I am going to fight with you! Don't worry, I will go easy on your, won't even use my sword to start with!"
The three elites step forward, save for teh bowman who steps back, and ready their weapons.
The boss sighs and steps over to the side "Fine, we do this the hard way. Just don't whine while I fuck your daughter into the ground as you choke out your last ok? But no, I am not going to sit down. See, I have put two and two together over the years. These three are not just mooks. Tiberius, William and Charles are their names, they have all trained very hard for their spots and their reward was the best gear I could fund without surpassing my own." He steps forward "So while your bear and your bitch fight my boys... I am going to fight with you! Don't worry, I will go easy on your, won't even use my sword to start with!"
The three elites step forward, save for teh bowman who steps back, and ready their weapons.
He'd have faith in Gurkin and his regenerative abilities and the small army backing him up. He grasped for his magical power, using the last bit to modify the tip of his fine blade. A diamond point... barely there to ensure it couldn't be seen as he moved forward. It could breach the armor... he just needed to take the boss by surprise. And as he drew his axe into one hand and hefted the blade to the ready, he could only narrow his eyes.
"I don't guess you'd give me one free hit, though... too much of a pussy for that. You'd not even get my daughter to moan, much less feel anything, with enough confidence to fight alone but not enough to show your full advantage. When your friends are done and mine join me, you're going to regret not submitting."
"I don't guess you'd give me one free hit, though... too much of a pussy for that. You'd not even get my daughter to moan, much less feel anything, with enough confidence to fight alone but not enough to show your full advantage. When your friends are done and mine join me, you're going to regret not submitting."
The boss shrugs his shoulders with a grin on his face, slowly walking closer to Orval with empty hands "You call me a pussy, but what you suggest is stupidity. Who would let themselves get him? I am cocky, but not a moron, do give me some credit yea? Another thing.. only a fool would show is full hand right off the bat. The element of surprise is a powerful tool..." He suddenly stomps forward, the floor crackling and rumbling under his foot that sends Orval off balance. In an instant he is charging forward, barreling into Orval and dragging him across the floor before tossing him to the side "Much like that you shmuck!"
To the side his soldiers attack, the two equipped for melee running in and engaging Zephyr and Gurkin with lound clangs of weapons meeting. The slaves are stay way back, some of them inching around to try and get around the archer.
To the side his soldiers attack, the two equipped for melee running in and engaging Zephyr and Gurkin with lound clangs of weapons meeting. The slaves are stay way back, some of them inching around to try and get around the archer.
Being thrown was not what he expected. Thankfully, not wearing a ton of armor meant he could bring his axe into the floor to stop himself mid-slide. Soon as he had, he was up and pulling it free, yelling as he jogged back at the brute. A swing of his axe came first, then a diagonal swing of the sword to try and cleave through one of the man's legs with luck. It was a simple pattern, but it meant he could react to the predictable counters. Sizing his opponent up was important, especially to buy time to deliver the diamond-tip in a thrust to cripple the brute. If he pierced it through the man's leg, he could easily hit bone and force him to yield from pain or inability to keep up with the lighter-geared Orval.
"Tricks only work if your opponent isn't ready!"
"Tricks only work if your opponent isn't ready!"
His smile never drops as he uses his armored arm to block the axe before side stepping the blade and kicking Orval in the side, pushing him back yet again... thankfully without the force from before. "That is true... but when your opponent is an already injured man with maybe half the experience I have... well, it is hard to take things seriously. I think I have a read on you... you like to be on top just like me. You talk a lot of shit but... you have been living posh for a while now haven't you? I can see some martial practice here but it is sluggish and crude. Front line combat isn't your style any more is it... just tricks and poisons huh? Did I hit the nail on the head?"
Orval cursed under his breath. A year of being a father and harem pleaser had dulled his time abound as a mercenary, enough for the scum to notice his flawed and out-of-practice attacks.
"Living posh isn't different than sitting on a throne with an army of lackeys..."
The pain in his side was a testament to at least partially keeping the man from going all out. Carefully backing up, he readied his axe and the blade before rushing in with a combined strike of both weapons aimed downward.
"If anything, I at least cultivated my family rather than sucked my soldier's dicks so they could do my dirty work!"
"Living posh isn't different than sitting on a throne with an army of lackeys..."
The pain in his side was a testament to at least partially keeping the man from going all out. Carefully backing up, he readied his axe and the blade before rushing in with a combined strike of both weapons aimed downward.
"If anything, I at least cultivated my family rather than sucked my soldier's dicks so they could do my dirty work!"
Rather than dodge, he steps inward and catches Orval's arms, halting his weapons and him mid swing while putting them face to face "Actually, I spear head every mission of critical importance and only leave snatch and grabs to my boys and girls. I don't sit complacent, I work for my goals. But what about you Slaver? What do you do? Lies, poison, tricks and back hand arrangements right? Yet besides that you still challenged me to frontal combat."
He smiles and his grip tightens to near painful levels "You certainly have a spark to you... maybe we can both make more from this than we thought." She hurls Orval backwards so he lands on his feet "You have a mind about you... don't you? Combat isn't your skill any more, politics and mind games are. What if I were to make you a new offer?"
He smiles and his grip tightens to near painful levels "You certainly have a spark to you... maybe we can both make more from this than we thought." She hurls Orval backwards so he lands on his feet "You have a mind about you... don't you? Combat isn't your skill any more, politics and mind games are. What if I were to make you a new offer?"
Orval skidded for a moment, even though he wasn't thrown off his feet. He couldn't believe he'd become this poor in combat. All he could do was snarl at the offer, especially seeing that despite his own involvement in tasks he was so far behind some gutter-scum criminal.
"I betray those who are weak. The one I serve is far stronger than you. Eleanor could turn your whole group into cocksucking sluts. Estelle is even capable of resisting my magic... so what could you possibly offer me? Your ass with a bottle of aphrodisiac pills?"
"I betray those who are weak. The one I serve is far stronger than you. Eleanor could turn your whole group into cocksucking sluts. Estelle is even capable of resisting my magic... so what could you possibly offer me? Your ass with a bottle of aphrodisiac pills?"
He rolls his eyes and chuckles "Why don't we work together?" He suddenly puts out "I am always looking for good men and women to join the Scalawags. you have already proven yourself well enough by getting this far. Think about it, with my martial skill and your brains... we could take down that brothel bitch Estelle and this Eleanor lady! Once they are down... we could go for the whole kingdom! Think about it Slaver... the Queen herself tied up and at your mercy..."
"And why do I need you when one already rides my dick and would serve me so long as I let her run her business and yours?"
Quickly raising his axe, he'd throw it powerfully through the air toward the large goon. It was a sneak attack, but a thrown weapon carried more force.
"And Eleanor, lose to simple muscle? I'd be better fucking you into a loyal cocksleeve and then having you crippled or bind her to keep her magic represssed. Her only weakness is the same as mine... and unless you're a nice asspussy or have a sister for me, you won't have my faith!"
He tried to spy how the others were faring, knowing his options were running low. Surely Zephyr and Gurkin were winning already... right?
Quickly raising his axe, he'd throw it powerfully through the air toward the large goon. It was a sneak attack, but a thrown weapon carried more force.
"And Eleanor, lose to simple muscle? I'd be better fucking you into a loyal cocksleeve and then having you crippled or bind her to keep her magic represssed. Her only weakness is the same as mine... and unless you're a nice asspussy or have a sister for me, you won't have my faith!"
He tried to spy how the others were faring, knowing his options were running low. Surely Zephyr and Gurkin were winning already... right?
The leader sighs and catches the axe mid flight, giving it a twirl in his hand "Shame that... so mired down in what you have you have lost sight on what you could have. This is a nice axe though... I will give you the pleasure of losing your head to it."
To the side Orval can see a... well neutral sight. The archer couldn't keep everyone in his sight and is now stuck on the floor with his left arm behind his back, cuffed to his right ankle... thus rendering him helpless. The other two are faring much better, Gurkin and the brawling woman are matched evenly in raw power so each one is looking for an opening to get a hit in. Zephyr is actually pushing the mace and shield user back, her family power proving a tad too much for the guards equipment.
"you really should be focusing on me" Comes the bosses voice from his side before his fist connect with Orval's gut, sending him rolling end over end across the floor. "You worry way too much about your followers and not nearly enough about yourself."
To the side Orval can see a... well neutral sight. The archer couldn't keep everyone in his sight and is now stuck on the floor with his left arm behind his back, cuffed to his right ankle... thus rendering him helpless. The other two are faring much better, Gurkin and the brawling woman are matched evenly in raw power so each one is looking for an opening to get a hit in. Zephyr is actually pushing the mace and shield user back, her family power proving a tad too much for the guards equipment.
"you really should be focusing on me" Comes the bosses voice from his side before his fist connect with Orval's gut, sending him rolling end over end across the floor. "You worry way too much about your followers and not nearly enough about yourself."
The confirmation that his daughter was winning out and the others were okay was all he needed to know. Such a powerful punch definitely knocked the wind out of him, however, Orval cursing as this time he had to make a slower recovery. But he did get to his feet, taking the sword in both hands as he coughed and dealt with the pain.
"Fuck... you. My family... will always be more important. It's meant to be them... that inherit the world or as much of it when I take it."
Recovered from the blow, he advanced and knew he'd have to last a bit longer. With the large blade in both hands, he could swing it faster and more powerfully. All he needed was to somehow push the big guy back... keeping him from seeing his followers losing was vital.
"Fuck... you. My family... will always be more important. It's meant to be them... that inherit the world or as much of it when I take it."
Recovered from the blow, he advanced and knew he'd have to last a bit longer. With the large blade in both hands, he could swing it faster and more powerfully. All he needed was to somehow push the big guy back... keeping him from seeing his followers losing was vital.
"I have to admit... you are surprisingly durable for an already injured man." She says with a laugh, flipping Orval's ax over in his hands a few times. "I figured you would have gone down by now but here you are, standing and still spitting nonsense. You claim it is all for the future and the next generation... but I can see it in your eyes... you own greed is what drives you Slaver, just like me and everyone else that trades in flesh."
He starts meandering over to Orval again, clearly in no rush to finish him off. "So... how much more can you take before you are begging me to end it I wonder?"
He starts meandering over to Orval again, clearly in no rush to finish him off. "So... how much more can you take before you are begging me to end it I wonder?"
Orval's greed had certainly been the spark and was still a driving force, but he knew it was more the lust and desire he had to make the largest family that was his main driving force to enslave threats and others. A long sense of loneliness, for all he knew, but there wasn't time to find and enslave someone who knew what his major issue was. The cocky demeanor of his foe made it clear that he was underestimating how hard Orval could get hit. Grunder hit harder than the pussy was hitting him. Once in range, he made a defensive swing of the sword to see if the man had the gall to rush the sword... but he didn't quite commit to yet another attack. He needed a better angle... or, better yet, one he could get from baiting the man. He shifted his stance to be more loose, lowering the sword slightly. With an axe like his, it was designed to lure in an opponent and then rush them... but he was going to alter it. If he could just bait the man into rushing in, he'd try to stab through the shoulder of the black plate armor... or, with more luck, through his upper torso. If a hit like that landed, then he could no doubt endure the weakened man's attack. The only danger would be in losing the chance to collar him and turn this evil scum into a loyal, smiling slut on the end of his cock.
"I'll keep going until you're too damn tired to fight... if I had my magic reserves, there'd be no contest. But I have a habit of still not using it properly. Maybe I'll see to changing that, once I get back... maybe let Eleanor take your throat for a spin while I train."
"I'll keep going until you're too damn tired to fight... if I had my magic reserves, there'd be no contest. But I have a habit of still not using it properly. Maybe I'll see to changing that, once I get back... maybe let Eleanor take your throat for a spin while I train."
The man looks at him and sighs heavily, simply jumping back to avoid the swing "you don't get it yet do you? You keep saying I am gutter filth, common trash and another bitch to be collared. you are completely taking this whole thing for granted aren't you? Here, I will have to show you then."
He holds his left hand out and the floor rumbles before two large slates lift up and close over his hand, making a stand gauntlet over his left hand. "you are not the only fucker in this land capable of magic... in fact, everyone can do it but only the smart people give it a chance. So even if you had your magic, it would be magic versus magic! But right now... it just just might versus a sad little-"
The bosses words are cut off by a strangled cried followed by the sound of armor hitting the floor and then another thud a few seconds later. The boss turns to see Zephyr standing over the new headless body of the shield user, her long sword dripping blood.
"Well.... how about that...."
He holds his left hand out and the floor rumbles before two large slates lift up and close over his hand, making a stand gauntlet over his left hand. "you are not the only fucker in this land capable of magic... in fact, everyone can do it but only the smart people give it a chance. So even if you had your magic, it would be magic versus magic! But right now... it just just might versus a sad little-"
The bosses words are cut off by a strangled cried followed by the sound of armor hitting the floor and then another thud a few seconds later. The boss turns to see Zephyr standing over the new headless body of the shield user, her long sword dripping blood.
"Well.... how about that...."
The surprise of his daughter decapitating one of the bodyguards wasn't too important. Gurkin would likely best the woman soon. He made a mental note to have the brothel owner grant Gurkin the woman as a personal bitch along with his prized mouse as a reward. But that was a fight not for him, rushing past the slates and aiming the tip of the sword low. He had a fine target, bringing the sword up and through the man's upper arm with the gauntlet, knowing full well the sword would sever many vital nerve ends and paralyze the arm. Such damage could be fixed after extensive healing therapy, but the time it'd take to make the wound heal was absolutely worth it for a shot that could render one of his arms unusable and send so much pain through his system it'd be hard to use magic. And with his diamond-tipped blade, he could only hope the fool didn't look in time to see the strike. All, of course, hoping that Zephyr would pick up on the fight and rush to his aid soon. She was definitely his lifeline with that drug, the "sophisticated" criminal so far proving to be more than an equal in his current state and likely even with the wound he was aiming to inflict.
Orval's blade came up fast, getting so horribly close to slicing through he mans under arm... but it suddenly jerks to a stop mere inches from his target, the large stoen gauntlet holding the blade still "Props for trying, you actually almost had that hit on me." He turns his his to look at Orval "But i never removed you from my sight-"
Again he is interrupted as Zephy slams her shield into the side of his head, sending him flying backwards from the sheer force of it "Forgive me father... but I took your advice about sizing targets and decided that one was not worth it. his gear is sitll in tact if you want it though." She says while adopting a defensive stance. "Please, leave this one to me and help Gurkin with his own mark.
Boss gets up to his feet and snarls, blood trickling from his mouth and nose "Well then, I see this is going to be much harder than it should!"
Again he is interrupted as Zephy slams her shield into the side of his head, sending him flying backwards from the sheer force of it "Forgive me father... but I took your advice about sizing targets and decided that one was not worth it. his gear is sitll in tact if you want it though." She says while adopting a defensive stance. "Please, leave this one to me and help Gurkin with his own mark.
Boss gets up to his feet and snarls, blood trickling from his mouth and nose "Well then, I see this is going to be much harder than it should!"
With Zephyr's dispatching of the man, he could only help to feel a bit useless. His fighting edge had dulled so much he hadn't landed a single blow on the man, yet his daughter checked him with so much power he was sent flying. When he got back, he was going to be training, both one-on-one with his busty cow-daughter and against his kobold children for one-on-many. Between having to no doubt break in Dink's next batch of males, anyway.
"Be careful, Zephyr... I wasn't even able to hit him. Don't let your guard down... and watch out for his magic. If you get hurt, then this won't be worth it at all."
Turning and moving, he quickly rushed to the decapitated male and began to remove pieces of his armor. To help Gurkin, he needed to be able to survive... which meant the plate armor was stripped of only a few things. The breastplate alone was strapped into place, the back missing as he never planned to get struck in the back, and both pauldrons were fixed to his shoulders. The armored groin guard and thigh guards were the last piece he fastened into place, leaving his leather shins and one arm unarmored fairly well. He had to stay light enough to fight but armored enough to knock off attacks. And with his wounded left arm completely wrapped in plate, it might as well have been a shield... while the right hand grasped the sword as he slid the man's decapitated helm from his severed head and onto his own. The great helm was hard to see in... but he was finally able to fight at his fullest with one side of his body well-protected. And to start, he brought the sword into both hands and rushed toward Gurkin's opponent from behind, intending to tackle her to the ground so his partner could incapacitate her and handle the rest.
"Be careful, Zephyr... I wasn't even able to hit him. Don't let your guard down... and watch out for his magic. If you get hurt, then this won't be worth it at all."
Turning and moving, he quickly rushed to the decapitated male and began to remove pieces of his armor. To help Gurkin, he needed to be able to survive... which meant the plate armor was stripped of only a few things. The breastplate alone was strapped into place, the back missing as he never planned to get struck in the back, and both pauldrons were fixed to his shoulders. The armored groin guard and thigh guards were the last piece he fastened into place, leaving his leather shins and one arm unarmored fairly well. He had to stay light enough to fight but armored enough to knock off attacks. And with his wounded left arm completely wrapped in plate, it might as well have been a shield... while the right hand grasped the sword as he slid the man's decapitated helm from his severed head and onto his own. The great helm was hard to see in... but he was finally able to fight at his fullest with one side of his body well-protected. And to start, he brought the sword into both hands and rushed toward Gurkin's opponent from behind, intending to tackle her to the ground so his partner could incapacitate her and handle the rest.
The armor was just like the sword, perfectly balanced and easy to move in despite the weight behind it. Only taking the breast plate was likely a bad idea as now he felt forward heavy but as his intent was to tackle the last active guard it all worked out for the better. Orval's entire body clashes into her back, forcing her forward and off balance. Gurkin stepped to the side and brought his axe down at her ankles, easily tripping the woman onto her front.
Orval now lays on the womans back and Gurkin is quick to kick her helmet off and hold his ax blade to her neck "I think you have done enough damage for now.
She looks at the bear and decides death isn't worth it, so she sighs and just lays there. Now Orval just has to cuff her and take her ring.
Orval now lays on the womans back and Gurkin is quick to kick her helmet off and hold his ax blade to her neck "I think you have done enough damage for now.
She looks at the bear and decides death isn't worth it, so she sighs and just lays there. Now Orval just has to cuff her and take her ring.
Orval does just that, quickly securing the ring before he bound her with one of the cuffs. He could worry about better balancing the plate when he got out of this fight, as wearing the entire upper set was just too risky for his face-forward fighting style. Not to mention that just because it was easy to move in didn't mean he was a good fit for these guards. Getting the back custom-made of his own choice of material was more logical, as the front would likely end up getting worked down by Matilda to better fit him as a custom-fit piece. With the woman bound and under submission, he'd smirk up to Gurkin and slowly rise to his feet.
"After this, I'm asking the Madame to give you this slut and your girlfriend. I imagine she'll be all-too-willing to make you a bigger partner in her business for all this fighting. But before all that, we still have to collar her boss."
Ensuring she was held down with his own ring, he recovered and prepared his new sword, turning and leading as he hoped to rejoin the fight and, with Gurkin's aid, finally bring their target to his knees and affix the collar to him. Along with one of the cuffs... as he needed twice the power to ensure that powerful stone-magic didn't get in the way. Learning that magic for himself would definitely be a key part to enhancing his own capabilities... perhaps it gave him something to focus one of his next children on to further his entourage's abilities.
"After this, I'm asking the Madame to give you this slut and your girlfriend. I imagine she'll be all-too-willing to make you a bigger partner in her business for all this fighting. But before all that, we still have to collar her boss."
Ensuring she was held down with his own ring, he recovered and prepared his new sword, turning and leading as he hoped to rejoin the fight and, with Gurkin's aid, finally bring their target to his knees and affix the collar to him. Along with one of the cuffs... as he needed twice the power to ensure that powerful stone-magic didn't get in the way. Learning that magic for himself would definitely be a key part to enhancing his own capabilities... perhaps it gave him something to focus one of his next children on to further his entourage's abilities.