Outside Sanctuary
Seamus stood in the mouth of an alley across from Sanctuary, pressed flat to the wall, one hand inside his long coat. He could see the side door dead ahead, across the street and heavily guarded. He glanced to the other knights crouching in the alley, the pair standing on the rooftop overhead, and the assembled heroes. He nodded, waiting for their signal.
The Scathachian drew a long, deep breath in through her nose. Her jaw was set. She'd been on many a battlefield before, but this was different. There seemed somehow to be more at stake than lives. She flicked the edge of her gray cloak aside, lending a brief shimmer to the steel hilts at her sides as she did. It was time. She looked briefly over her shoulder at Lirssa, Seamus and his knights and then nodded. With a forceful exhale, Isuelt was ready for whatever was about to be thrown at them. She took her first step, then the next, until she wasn't aware that she was crossing the street with a speedy gait, leading them to the nightclub. The pulsing rhythms could almost echo her own heartbeat as the tempo increased.
The Knight-Captain followed after Isuelt, then overtook her as he dashed across the street, joined by a pair of cloaked sylvan figures dropping down from a balcony. He picked an axe-wielding "bouncer" monitoring the long line to get into Sanctuary, the man's back turned while he inspected someone's backpack. He heard the knight too late. "What the -- ?" he began angrily, and didn't get to finish: Seamus' bastard sword came down like a hammer, burying itself deep in the mercenary's neck, spraying blood across the line. People screamed, panicked, and scattered. Another mercenary found himself grabbed by an agent of the House of Summer and his throat slit by a fine elven blade. The screams spread down the line, interspersed with shouts from the guards now rushing into the street to engage the growing number of attackers. The guards at the side door quickly cleared.
No curtain call, the word had passed to Lirssa just as the final number began. She changed on the way, arriving in her charcoals and greys, knives at her belt and in hand. At least she was warmed up, and more than a little ready to get back at those that had taken the stars from her, killed friends, and threatened members of her pantheon. Tucked into the pocket of the strike force, she kept light on her feet and swift to targets.
The time for swords will come, but not yet. Instead Issy drew her dagger from her belt and grasped it tightly with the razor blade just parallel to her forearm. Her teeth were firm within her jaw which jumped as she made short work of the first mercenary who approached her. She ducked his swing to the left and spun around with a swing of her own. But instead of landing a fist to his cheek, her dagger skidded deeply across his throat near the neck, slicing through the carotid artery. With the crowd running for cover, the mercenary's body dropped and Isuelt moved on, just behind Seamus. She saw two more coming at him and she was itching to shred into one of them.
* * *
One of the soldier-priests in the basement turned towards the Namekeeper. "Sir, trouble." The short, stocky, man lifted his head and looked past the two guards assigned to him this evening towards the blue haired woman standing in front of the stone slabs. He nodded.
The soldier turned towards his companions, "You know the drill. Mother Bless us." The others echoed him, "Mother Bless us." The blue haired woman didn't say anything.
* * *
Outside, Lirssa distracted a gun toting blaggard with a spinkick that turned him right in the path of a Knight, and then tucked back again behind Issy and Seamus, keeping low and out of the way of the space they needed to work.
"Arish! Jamie!" Seamus called over his shoulder, and two of the knights peeled off and fell in behind Issy and Lirssa. "Go ahead!" Seamus jerked his head to the side door. "I'll stay out here with the others, and keep them busy!" he grunted, ducking under a swing and whirling around to his attacker's other side.
The man attacking Seamus suddenly clawed at his eyes and started to choke, falling to his knees. Rand appeared from the shadows dressed in black and red and gave the others a nod, taking up the rear guard.
The battle rhythm of the Knights and Scathachian made Lirssa?s style of dash, dagger dig, dart away seem like a particularly lethal hummingbird among the seasoned warriors. As two came in to take on a Knight, she used her abilities to vault over the Knight, surprising the pair, and stabbed her daggers down deep into either side of the man's neck while the Knight jabbed just to her side, using her as cover, skewering the other guard. At Seamus's call, she spun back around to follow Issy.
Seamus stood in the mouth of an alley across from Sanctuary, pressed flat to the wall, one hand inside his long coat. He could see the side door dead ahead, across the street and heavily guarded. He glanced to the other knights crouching in the alley, the pair standing on the rooftop overhead, and the assembled heroes. He nodded, waiting for their signal.
The Scathachian drew a long, deep breath in through her nose. Her jaw was set. She'd been on many a battlefield before, but this was different. There seemed somehow to be more at stake than lives. She flicked the edge of her gray cloak aside, lending a brief shimmer to the steel hilts at her sides as she did. It was time. She looked briefly over her shoulder at Lirssa, Seamus and his knights and then nodded. With a forceful exhale, Isuelt was ready for whatever was about to be thrown at them. She took her first step, then the next, until she wasn't aware that she was crossing the street with a speedy gait, leading them to the nightclub. The pulsing rhythms could almost echo her own heartbeat as the tempo increased.
The Knight-Captain followed after Isuelt, then overtook her as he dashed across the street, joined by a pair of cloaked sylvan figures dropping down from a balcony. He picked an axe-wielding "bouncer" monitoring the long line to get into Sanctuary, the man's back turned while he inspected someone's backpack. He heard the knight too late. "What the -- ?" he began angrily, and didn't get to finish: Seamus' bastard sword came down like a hammer, burying itself deep in the mercenary's neck, spraying blood across the line. People screamed, panicked, and scattered. Another mercenary found himself grabbed by an agent of the House of Summer and his throat slit by a fine elven blade. The screams spread down the line, interspersed with shouts from the guards now rushing into the street to engage the growing number of attackers. The guards at the side door quickly cleared.
No curtain call, the word had passed to Lirssa just as the final number began. She changed on the way, arriving in her charcoals and greys, knives at her belt and in hand. At least she was warmed up, and more than a little ready to get back at those that had taken the stars from her, killed friends, and threatened members of her pantheon. Tucked into the pocket of the strike force, she kept light on her feet and swift to targets.
The time for swords will come, but not yet. Instead Issy drew her dagger from her belt and grasped it tightly with the razor blade just parallel to her forearm. Her teeth were firm within her jaw which jumped as she made short work of the first mercenary who approached her. She ducked his swing to the left and spun around with a swing of her own. But instead of landing a fist to his cheek, her dagger skidded deeply across his throat near the neck, slicing through the carotid artery. With the crowd running for cover, the mercenary's body dropped and Isuelt moved on, just behind Seamus. She saw two more coming at him and she was itching to shred into one of them.
* * *
One of the soldier-priests in the basement turned towards the Namekeeper. "Sir, trouble." The short, stocky, man lifted his head and looked past the two guards assigned to him this evening towards the blue haired woman standing in front of the stone slabs. He nodded.
The soldier turned towards his companions, "You know the drill. Mother Bless us." The others echoed him, "Mother Bless us." The blue haired woman didn't say anything.
* * *
Outside, Lirssa distracted a gun toting blaggard with a spinkick that turned him right in the path of a Knight, and then tucked back again behind Issy and Seamus, keeping low and out of the way of the space they needed to work.
"Arish! Jamie!" Seamus called over his shoulder, and two of the knights peeled off and fell in behind Issy and Lirssa. "Go ahead!" Seamus jerked his head to the side door. "I'll stay out here with the others, and keep them busy!" he grunted, ducking under a swing and whirling around to his attacker's other side.
The man attacking Seamus suddenly clawed at his eyes and started to choke, falling to his knees. Rand appeared from the shadows dressed in black and red and gave the others a nod, taking up the rear guard.
The battle rhythm of the Knights and Scathachian made Lirssa?s style of dash, dagger dig, dart away seem like a particularly lethal hummingbird among the seasoned warriors. As two came in to take on a Knight, she used her abilities to vault over the Knight, surprising the pair, and stabbed her daggers down deep into either side of the man's neck while the Knight jabbed just to her side, using her as cover, skewering the other guard. At Seamus's call, she spun back around to follow Issy.