Skyhunter
Bringer of Change
In the Underbelly of Ryken...
Arthur was about to leave when Rowan wanted in on the action too, he stood beside the door watching this woman rough this asshole of an elf up. This elf, Setzen, Arthur would remember his name well. Anyways Arthur was disappointed he wasn't able to rough this elf up more to get information out of him, Arthur was definitely not afraid of hurting people and it seemed neither was Rowan. Even confining him into a small space for the most part of his little torture session, Arthur was enjoying watch this guy get hurt, beat and closed in, a shame it didn't last longer. But one thing the one-armed man had to give credit for was he was trying to fight back, attempting to bite Rowan when she got her hand a bit too close.
Once Rowan was finished and walked out of this dingy house with him, he closed the door behind them and could hear the man flop down on the ground, the barrier being released and allowing the man to be free once more, he probably only laid there in pain of the beating he got from Arthur and the confined space of Rowan. Arthur understood why Rowan did what she did, she couldn't afford to look weak in Arthur's eyes and even down here, a sign of weakness can be exploited as quick as you letting your guard down for a single moment. No matter, Arthur was glad to see Rowan do this, he hoped to see Rowan prove herself more capable and willing to take care of herself without him.
As the two walked through the Underbelly, they see many different sights, women and men selling themselves to keep themselves alive, homeless trying to sell whatever junk they had to try and make a living while surviving this terrible place. Kids conning adults out of whatever they were carrying whether that be tricking them into letting their guard down to steal from them or beating these adults down with weapons to steal their possessions. Arthur felt nothing for these people, this was the way of life, he has been here before in their shoes. He knew what it was like trying to survive day by day as a child, but that was before he was indoctrinated into working for a gang.
Eventually Arthur and Rowan would get to some sort of marketplace, here it looked like chaos had swept through, on the ground was the body of a bandit with their throat slit and frozen ice around their wound that moved up to their jaw then inside, to prevent breathing and block the airway incase somehow the victim survived. People were passing by this dead bandit that laid in the middle of the street, it looked like most of his possessions were already gone, the only things that remained were old, strapped down armor and clothing, terrible looking tattoos on the body. Arthur moved over to this body, kneeling down and moving the body over on it's back. " Ice. The same thing our suspect has used to obtain what we are looking for. " Of course, Arthur was not about to blurt out what they were looking for. Hell, people were already starting to notice Arthur due to his arm rather than his clothing. The former hitman looked at the wound of this bandit, " Throat sliced open. Ice covering and freezing the airway to prevent the victim from surviving. Our suspect is very good at making sure their victims stay dead. They are a killer. They will not be afraid to put us down. " Arthur looked around the scene, there was a lot of footprints in this small area, a splatter of blood from the slash that looked like the weapon used was chained rather than having a handle. The splatter was curved and not straight like a knife would produce.
Looking up Arthur saw the marketplace in disarray, stands were flipped or destroyed, some people were hurt, Arthur pointed in that direction and stood up, following quietly after the destruction, wasn't hard to follow where these people went. People were gathering around some of these stands to either help or 'help' these people. Can't trust anyone down here in the Underbelly. Eventually the two would find an alleyway where some more civilians were looking down, there was still sounds of banging and shouting. Looking down the alleyway Arthur would see two bandits banging on a door with terrible looking weapons. Arthur looked at Rowan and nodded, walking down the alleyway, these people were chasing someone, and Arthur wanted to know who, it could be the person he was after. The bandits looked up seeing the two approached and stopped. " Well, lookey here, got two lambs to the slaughter coming our way. " One of the bandits chuckled as they backed off the door, now the two moving towards Arthur and Rowan, Arthur looked at Rowan, he really wanted to see how capable she was, he moved his head from her to these bandits. How would she handle them? Diplomacy? Force? Persuasion? Arthur was interested to see.
In a back alley...
Clover wasn't exactly happy that she was kicked, even though she took one of the bandits out there was still two in her way and two behind them, four to three minus one because one was useless to the other two. Making this a two on four, counting all these bandits were armed with weapons and she was the only one with an actual weapon. The white clothes assassin would feel her chain get tugged on momentarily and see that Rudolph had taken her other half of the chain, letting it go for him to have more slack now, on Rudy's side an icy blade would manifest on the end for him to use now. Clover saw one of the bandits on her side, step forward.
Attempting to strike with the three pinned against each other, one of Rudy's side, stepped forward brandishing a sword. Taking a couple steps forward and swinging down at Rudy, who was able to move out of the way. When Rudy moved and threw a punch at the attacking bandit, Rudy's punch connected and actually stumbled the man to the side who fell onto one knee. Behing Rudy, Clover pulled on her chain a bit that caught a bandit's club. She then kicked him in his stomach that knocked the wind of them, having them drop the club. Clover moved away now holding a crude looking club, tossing it to Francois. " Help out will you, old man. " Clover stared at the two bandits still, one without a weapon and one with one. This wasnt a good position for these two since Francois was armed with one. (Weapon is rank F since it's a crude and old weapon.)
They now had the upper hand thanks to their patience and these idiots impatience.
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Arthur was about to leave when Rowan wanted in on the action too, he stood beside the door watching this woman rough this asshole of an elf up. This elf, Setzen, Arthur would remember his name well. Anyways Arthur was disappointed he wasn't able to rough this elf up more to get information out of him, Arthur was definitely not afraid of hurting people and it seemed neither was Rowan. Even confining him into a small space for the most part of his little torture session, Arthur was enjoying watch this guy get hurt, beat and closed in, a shame it didn't last longer. But one thing the one-armed man had to give credit for was he was trying to fight back, attempting to bite Rowan when she got her hand a bit too close.
Once Rowan was finished and walked out of this dingy house with him, he closed the door behind them and could hear the man flop down on the ground, the barrier being released and allowing the man to be free once more, he probably only laid there in pain of the beating he got from Arthur and the confined space of Rowan. Arthur understood why Rowan did what she did, she couldn't afford to look weak in Arthur's eyes and even down here, a sign of weakness can be exploited as quick as you letting your guard down for a single moment. No matter, Arthur was glad to see Rowan do this, he hoped to see Rowan prove herself more capable and willing to take care of herself without him.
As the two walked through the Underbelly, they see many different sights, women and men selling themselves to keep themselves alive, homeless trying to sell whatever junk they had to try and make a living while surviving this terrible place. Kids conning adults out of whatever they were carrying whether that be tricking them into letting their guard down to steal from them or beating these adults down with weapons to steal their possessions. Arthur felt nothing for these people, this was the way of life, he has been here before in their shoes. He knew what it was like trying to survive day by day as a child, but that was before he was indoctrinated into working for a gang.
Eventually Arthur and Rowan would get to some sort of marketplace, here it looked like chaos had swept through, on the ground was the body of a bandit with their throat slit and frozen ice around their wound that moved up to their jaw then inside, to prevent breathing and block the airway incase somehow the victim survived. People were passing by this dead bandit that laid in the middle of the street, it looked like most of his possessions were already gone, the only things that remained were old, strapped down armor and clothing, terrible looking tattoos on the body. Arthur moved over to this body, kneeling down and moving the body over on it's back. " Ice. The same thing our suspect has used to obtain what we are looking for. " Of course, Arthur was not about to blurt out what they were looking for. Hell, people were already starting to notice Arthur due to his arm rather than his clothing. The former hitman looked at the wound of this bandit, " Throat sliced open. Ice covering and freezing the airway to prevent the victim from surviving. Our suspect is very good at making sure their victims stay dead. They are a killer. They will not be afraid to put us down. " Arthur looked around the scene, there was a lot of footprints in this small area, a splatter of blood from the slash that looked like the weapon used was chained rather than having a handle. The splatter was curved and not straight like a knife would produce.
Looking up Arthur saw the marketplace in disarray, stands were flipped or destroyed, some people were hurt, Arthur pointed in that direction and stood up, following quietly after the destruction, wasn't hard to follow where these people went. People were gathering around some of these stands to either help or 'help' these people. Can't trust anyone down here in the Underbelly. Eventually the two would find an alleyway where some more civilians were looking down, there was still sounds of banging and shouting. Looking down the alleyway Arthur would see two bandits banging on a door with terrible looking weapons. Arthur looked at Rowan and nodded, walking down the alleyway, these people were chasing someone, and Arthur wanted to know who, it could be the person he was after. The bandits looked up seeing the two approached and stopped. " Well, lookey here, got two lambs to the slaughter coming our way. " One of the bandits chuckled as they backed off the door, now the two moving towards Arthur and Rowan, Arthur looked at Rowan, he really wanted to see how capable she was, he moved his head from her to these bandits. How would she handle them? Diplomacy? Force? Persuasion? Arthur was interested to see.
In a back alley...
Clover wasn't exactly happy that she was kicked, even though she took one of the bandits out there was still two in her way and two behind them, four to three minus one because one was useless to the other two. Making this a two on four, counting all these bandits were armed with weapons and she was the only one with an actual weapon. The white clothes assassin would feel her chain get tugged on momentarily and see that Rudolph had taken her other half of the chain, letting it go for him to have more slack now, on Rudy's side an icy blade would manifest on the end for him to use now. Clover saw one of the bandits on her side, step forward.
Attempting to strike with the three pinned against each other, one of Rudy's side, stepped forward brandishing a sword. Taking a couple steps forward and swinging down at Rudy, who was able to move out of the way. When Rudy moved and threw a punch at the attacking bandit, Rudy's punch connected and actually stumbled the man to the side who fell onto one knee. Behing Rudy, Clover pulled on her chain a bit that caught a bandit's club. She then kicked him in his stomach that knocked the wind of them, having them drop the club. Clover moved away now holding a crude looking club, tossing it to Francois. " Help out will you, old man. " Clover stared at the two bandits still, one without a weapon and one with one. This wasnt a good position for these two since Francois was armed with one. (Weapon is rank F since it's a crude and old weapon.)
They now had the upper hand thanks to their patience and these idiots impatience.
Interactions:
D. Rex
slifer37
EMIYAman
