Dungeon Master

The man would only angrily snarl trying to give chase as the group began to escape through the door created by their mysterious ally. Leading into whatever building the escape route happened to be formed in, it was dark but not blindingly so; the dim light made it a little hard to see the obstacles in front but Alonso would have no trouble making it around tied bags of supplies or fabrics meant to stave off the winter months during their escape. Unfortunately, Amane wouldn't have as much luck finding her way through the dimly lit store house. Slowed down it might seem as if the end was near as the professional forced his way into the building behind them until a soft hand reached out from the darkness pulling her over the obstacles allowing the pair to advance more rapidly. It was a harsh and forceful pull, but the hand was lithe and soft to the touch, a flicker of their ally's appearance could be seen in that moment, an elven woman with a strange appearance, her skin stained a deep blue or purple color, with silver colored hair. Her eyes were a very vibrant and chilling red color that could match a rose as well as it could a splash of blood. What made her gaze so heart seizing however was the lack of Iris or color distinction, it was merely pure red without any pupil as if blinded by red.

"Don't be pulled in by his appearance, he's not immortal. The hunters are relentless monsters, no matter how torn up they become they won't slow." She explained. During their escape, Alonso in particular would be able to notice that what she was saying wasn't simply bravado or bluster. As the man chased and thrust his way forward there would be some indicators that he was catching his breath, as if the earlier blow had winded him even if it didn't halt his advance. "He is better equipped then us, a direct confrontation is unwise-- He'll merely use you to grow stronger." She tried to explain the nature of a 'hunter' as if she'd been studying them herself. She flashed a grin, murderous intent flashing across her face as she continued to lead them through the building. "It would be most effective to grind him down instead-- Do you understand?" She asked the pair, but it seemed like there wouldn't be much more time for her to explain as the man began swinging his blade in an effort to slow them down by cleaving debris and other things in their direction.

Alonso

75 HP

MAX HP

100 EN

MAX EN

Conditions - Friendly Blessing - 2 Turns left

Amane

100 HP

MAX HP

80 EN

MAX EN

Conditions - Blindness - 1 Turn left

OOC: just medium armor in general, all is good.

Additional Modifiers:

• +5 for every weapon rank when attacking

 

Dexterity blessed his mass, feet shifting around supply filled building and allowing him to sustain a proper stance. Tripping over everything was going to do nothing more than get everyone killed. Having a two member party required both sides to balance a proper synergy with the lack of skill diversity compared to a group filled with various builds. Yet, the amount of time given to work an actual plan together remained short, and each passing moment drew the Hunter closer to their position. Perhaps another bit of advice from their elven 'savior' will provide a hint towards completing this arduous task of escaping a man whose sanity was tossed aside in favor of killing.

"If I am not wrong in saying, are you implying he can still be worn out," Alonso said. Grinding down could mean a menagerie of definitions, some of which conflicting with information given. As the man figured, their Hunter was not going to allow the elf to give a full rundown without interruption. Unless the party's momentary ally was going to shoot out another surprise, the current tank of the group needed to step up. The enormous feline turned his back towards Amane and the elf, glancing at the pair, "I'll distract him the best I can. Should give both of you time to figure out how to stall this sociopath." With that, the man crouched down, circling the building and keeping the Hunter in his sights.

Why not let karma do the talking. As much as the Felis did not want to ruin the owner's property, it was too late for that to be a concern. The debris and such was being swung in a haphazard manner, a dangerous proposition due to the chaos, but unless their armored foe had practice aiming in this state, Alonso figured he should be able to avoid most of the damage. Letting out a snarl, he called towards the Hunter, "HEY! Miss me bud!" Grabbing some piles of debris he began chucking and punching it back towards his enraged opponent.

Thrown die:

69

((OOC: Eeer, still not sure again at 'weapon rank' if you mean equipped or otherwise. DERP ME. |D For reference:

+15 from Body Combat if you meant Mastery, otherwise only +5 for his cruddy, 2H Gloves.))

 

Blinking futilely into the surrounding darkness, she stumbled over a crate of some sort of fabric, the long cloth tangling around her feet as she fell. Grabbing onto the nearest support — a rack, the worn wood creaking under her weight — Amane bit back a squawk of surprise, glancing anxiously back at the expert that grew ever closer, trying her best to quicken her pace as she blindly scrambled over the discarded textiles on the floor. She hoped dearly that the dimness that hindered her passage at the same time hid her from view — at the speed she was going, it wouldn't take the expert long to catch up to the party.

Out of nowhere a hand grasped her own, and in shock she nearly yanked her arm back, but the grip was soft, though strong, and hauled her over several overturned barrels with no problem. Relaxing, Amane hurried after the figure leading her, using them as a support as she navigated the pitch blackness before her. "Thank you," she said to the elf, (for who else could it be? That hand certainly didn't feel like Alonso's), subconsciously throwing her a faint smile, unseen as it probably went in this darkness beyond. Drawing beside the Yladian, the mage thought she saw a deep purple face framed with silver hair, but most disconcertingly of all a set of pupiless, garnet eyes, before the elf was once again obscured by shadow. What was that? Surely Yladians don't all look like that, or else the Falderen people would surely have spread more rumors, of demons, dark influence and the like. Perhaps it has something to do the unique malefic energy that she possesses?

"I understand, I think," she managed to get out after their ally was done imparting new advice, before Amane had to duck behind some of the scattered furniture around, taking cover from the flying debris. "And I'll cover you!" she shouted back towards Alonso, her lips moving as she subsequently began enunciating a spell under her breath. Wisps of light settled over her fingers, its luminosity blinding in the blackness, and she once again caught sight of the elf's red eyes as the glow casted the Yladian's features into detail. But there were much more immediate and pressing issues to consider, and so she pushed the elf's unusual appearance aside to consider later. The beams of light shot towards Alonso once the spell had fully manifested, enveloping him in a translucent, golden shield.

OOC:Ducking for cover, casting a shield over Alonso if the previous does not already count as one action. If it's not permitted she'll rest to recover EN instead~ @Alonso Thorlion, @Kess

Thrown die:

53