((OOC Note: Thar be some mild violence and reference to mature themes here. Nothing extreme, just something to keep in mind if you're totally against that sort of thing! :) ))
After departing from the Outback Carley had insisted Cy take a seat on a bench so that she might go and fetch a carriage. Not only had her friend participated in a rather brutal duel with Sal, but he dared to take on the man who felled the orc afterwards!
Part of her was surprised Cy could walk, at that point.
Of course Carley didn't want Cy walking at all, hence her search for a carriage that they might take home. In a hurry to escape the cold she jogged down the street and turned a corner to reach a common pickup spot quite a few carriages frequented, even in the late of night and early of morning. Perhaps a busy night for travel, it was only one carriage she spotted tonight, far in the distance at the end of the street.
"Ah!" What luck... Someone could easily snatch it from her! Carley couldn't have that, so her pace picked up from a light sprint to a run. It was rather quiet on that street, aside from the sounds of feet hitting the cobblestones. But... something wasn't quite right. It wasn't just her own feet - there was another pair. Her ears twitched, elven hearing picking it up from a distance, but it sounded as if it was coming closer and closer. She wasn't just being followed. She was being chased!
The little elf turned, just in time to see a metal pipe incoming towards her face. Quick and nimble creature that she was, Carley dropped low to evade the pipe smashing into face or skull, as it was only her hat to take the brunt of the hit and go sailing through the air.
Uncaring of hat, she turned to face her assailant. Tall, wiry, rough and snarling he certainly had the look of a typical do badder! "Tch! Don't ya know that's not a nice way to go about muggin' someone? Yer s'posed to demand my money first." As Carley spoke she backed away from the man, though it seemed to do little good for her as he was pressing forward.
"Ain't after yer money toots." The do badder took another vicious swing at Carley with his pipe, though she easily evaded it. Still, he was so fast...
Having understood his less than honorable intentions loud and clear she couldn't help but feel a tinge of panic, which also seeped it's way into her voice. "Tch, am I givin' off some kinda pheromone tonight?" Sal had been somewhat lewd, sure, but this guy? He was all about overstepping boundaries, it seemed. Carley knew his long legs would easily outrun her, and should she call out for Cy? That would only put him in danger. He was in no condition to fight. Besides - it was she who had taken on the role of guardian tonight.
Unwilling to wait for this man to make another move, Carley reached out suddenly, grabbing his pipe in both her small hands in an attempt to wrest it from him using the element of surprise. However, as he was the much stronger of the pair he retained his hold on his makeshift weapon. Jerking it upwards, the little elf was pulled up as well, feet lifted from the ground as she refused to give up the grip she had on the pipe. She knew it wasn't a good position to be in, however, as she was left entirely too vulnerable and if he got one good hit in, well... it'd likely be game over.
As it wasn't the first time she had been caught in a similar situation, sadly, the little elf utilized an attack that had gotten her out of her first predicament with Heath so long ago. One hand relinquished hold on pipe, and with that hand? She jabbed her palm out towards the do badder's nose, hard as she could. It seemed to do the trick too! He lurched back and yowled in pain, nose bent at a peculiar angle as blood trickled in streams. "You bitch!"
How could he still be standing? Still be talking? It gave Carley pause. Had she simply made her attacker angry rather than incapacitate him? "Ugh..." She pushed away from him and his pipe to bolt away. Back down the street, towards the carriage. Perhaps if she drew close enough to another he would back off? But he if caught up with her... she didn't even want to give thought to it. She cursed as she ran, feeling frustration and panic welling back up within.
"I'll kill you, you little bitch!" Even in this dire moment, Carley groaned inwardly at being called little. It was a short lived moment, however, as she didn't allow herself to linger on such thoughts. The direness and all. Even as fast as she ran she could hear him catching up to her. She gave it her all, but it just wasn't enough. There was hope, however, as she saw the carriage move suddenly. At a fast pace - in her direction! Had the driver seen her? Was he playing the part of good samaritan?
Adrenaline and magic rushed through the little elf as she ran. What could she do with that magic though? Along with her misfortune of being vertically stunted she had come from a family that was stunted in the ways of magic and mana. Unlike the other elves she knew with fantastic powers, her own were rather lacking. She could create things with it as an extension of herself. Musical instruments. Weapons. But what could would that do her now? A song would not soothe this savage beast and should she even make something blunt he was so close now she'd likely not have the time to swing and use it. Certainly there was sharp weaponry that could have been created, but to cause such harm and potential death to someone? She couldn't. She wouldn't!
Carley turned her head ever so slightly as the footsteps grew alarmingly close, and it was a good thing too! From the corner of her eyes she could see the pipe coming right at her, yet again. She dipped low again, this time kneeling. He was too close. The carriage was too far. There was no Cy to play protector. Rather than let her fears cripple her, however, she sprinted back up.
And up.
...And up.
After departing from the Outback Carley had insisted Cy take a seat on a bench so that she might go and fetch a carriage. Not only had her friend participated in a rather brutal duel with Sal, but he dared to take on the man who felled the orc afterwards!
Part of her was surprised Cy could walk, at that point.
Of course Carley didn't want Cy walking at all, hence her search for a carriage that they might take home. In a hurry to escape the cold she jogged down the street and turned a corner to reach a common pickup spot quite a few carriages frequented, even in the late of night and early of morning. Perhaps a busy night for travel, it was only one carriage she spotted tonight, far in the distance at the end of the street.
"Ah!" What luck... Someone could easily snatch it from her! Carley couldn't have that, so her pace picked up from a light sprint to a run. It was rather quiet on that street, aside from the sounds of feet hitting the cobblestones. But... something wasn't quite right. It wasn't just her own feet - there was another pair. Her ears twitched, elven hearing picking it up from a distance, but it sounded as if it was coming closer and closer. She wasn't just being followed. She was being chased!
The little elf turned, just in time to see a metal pipe incoming towards her face. Quick and nimble creature that she was, Carley dropped low to evade the pipe smashing into face or skull, as it was only her hat to take the brunt of the hit and go sailing through the air.
Uncaring of hat, she turned to face her assailant. Tall, wiry, rough and snarling he certainly had the look of a typical do badder! "Tch! Don't ya know that's not a nice way to go about muggin' someone? Yer s'posed to demand my money first." As Carley spoke she backed away from the man, though it seemed to do little good for her as he was pressing forward.
"Ain't after yer money toots." The do badder took another vicious swing at Carley with his pipe, though she easily evaded it. Still, he was so fast...
Having understood his less than honorable intentions loud and clear she couldn't help but feel a tinge of panic, which also seeped it's way into her voice. "Tch, am I givin' off some kinda pheromone tonight?" Sal had been somewhat lewd, sure, but this guy? He was all about overstepping boundaries, it seemed. Carley knew his long legs would easily outrun her, and should she call out for Cy? That would only put him in danger. He was in no condition to fight. Besides - it was she who had taken on the role of guardian tonight.
Unwilling to wait for this man to make another move, Carley reached out suddenly, grabbing his pipe in both her small hands in an attempt to wrest it from him using the element of surprise. However, as he was the much stronger of the pair he retained his hold on his makeshift weapon. Jerking it upwards, the little elf was pulled up as well, feet lifted from the ground as she refused to give up the grip she had on the pipe. She knew it wasn't a good position to be in, however, as she was left entirely too vulnerable and if he got one good hit in, well... it'd likely be game over.
As it wasn't the first time she had been caught in a similar situation, sadly, the little elf utilized an attack that had gotten her out of her first predicament with Heath so long ago. One hand relinquished hold on pipe, and with that hand? She jabbed her palm out towards the do badder's nose, hard as she could. It seemed to do the trick too! He lurched back and yowled in pain, nose bent at a peculiar angle as blood trickled in streams. "You bitch!"
How could he still be standing? Still be talking? It gave Carley pause. Had she simply made her attacker angry rather than incapacitate him? "Ugh..." She pushed away from him and his pipe to bolt away. Back down the street, towards the carriage. Perhaps if she drew close enough to another he would back off? But he if caught up with her... she didn't even want to give thought to it. She cursed as she ran, feeling frustration and panic welling back up within.
"I'll kill you, you little bitch!" Even in this dire moment, Carley groaned inwardly at being called little. It was a short lived moment, however, as she didn't allow herself to linger on such thoughts. The direness and all. Even as fast as she ran she could hear him catching up to her. She gave it her all, but it just wasn't enough. There was hope, however, as she saw the carriage move suddenly. At a fast pace - in her direction! Had the driver seen her? Was he playing the part of good samaritan?
Adrenaline and magic rushed through the little elf as she ran. What could she do with that magic though? Along with her misfortune of being vertically stunted she had come from a family that was stunted in the ways of magic and mana. Unlike the other elves she knew with fantastic powers, her own were rather lacking. She could create things with it as an extension of herself. Musical instruments. Weapons. But what could would that do her now? A song would not soothe this savage beast and should she even make something blunt he was so close now she'd likely not have the time to swing and use it. Certainly there was sharp weaponry that could have been created, but to cause such harm and potential death to someone? She couldn't. She wouldn't!
Carley turned her head ever so slightly as the footsteps grew alarmingly close, and it was a good thing too! From the corner of her eyes she could see the pipe coming right at her, yet again. She dipped low again, this time kneeling. He was too close. The carriage was too far. There was no Cy to play protector. Rather than let her fears cripple her, however, she sprinted back up.
And up.
...And up.