?Crow! F%@ker! S&#t! Crow!? A steady stream of cursing filled the small courtyard as Lusiphur lashed out at the city guard pressing against him. Each curse came as a new cut opened on an arm or leg, the elvin assassin already bearing several such small wounds. Many guardsmen paid the price for such small victories, either falling back clutching at a wound or lying still on the cobblestones.
Lusiphur was a small island of whirling motion among the soldiers, darting and weaving almost too fast for the eye to follow. He was acting on pure instinct, and never even saw the spear that he ducked under, the tip grazing one long upturned ear. His furious assault carried him across the alley, where he put his back to the cool brick and readied for the next attack. It was about this time he realized a new player had entered the game.
Or several new players, to be precise. The small courtyard he had become trapped in was filled with a swirling melee, militiamen locked in battle with a ragtag mob. Outnumbered nearly three to one, the militia was quickly overwhelmed by the Cisran citizens, several throwing down their weapons and running rather than fight their fellow townspeople. As the skirmish dwindled several of the now-armed citizens patted Lusiphur on a shoulder as he watched in surprised wonder, congratulating him on the fight.. ?Heh. Well I?ll be damned?? he muttered to himself at the turn of events.
?The wall! They breached the wall!? The cry brought everyone?s attention to a young boy running down the street, his arms waving wildly as he ran past the courtyard. The news roused the men and women milling about, and as one the mob surged forward, heading for the curtain wall surrounding the city proper. Lusiphur, having been trying to make his way back around the edge of the courtyard, found himself swept along by the wave of bodies, his renewed cursing lost in the din of the roused citizenry.
It was wild. It was crazy as well, but Tasha was also starting to find this rather fun as bolts flew in rapid succession from her crossbow. Having figured out fast that most were heavily protected, she simply aimed higher, towards any exposed skin she could find and impale. Later she reminded herself to remember the one who went down with one of her deadly little darts sticking out of an eye socket under a helm, as that had been one of her best shots ever! A glance upwards and she then squeaked and ducked, as a rather large fellow swung towards her with a huge sword, diving fast in a tumbling roll right into his legs. His bellowing just before he toppled over hadn?t brought him any help however, as several of the gore adorned healers and guards started lashing at him with their own various weapons.
?So far, so good!? she thought as she darted out of the fray to get her bearings and catch a few deep breaths of less blood-tainted air. The smell was starting to really bug her but she refused to admit it, even as her tummy rolled with a touch of nausea. The sight mingled with the falling rain and mud wasn?t to hard to take, since it all sort of started to blend into each other, but that still didn?t fully cover the stink of the stuff.
Then, just as fast as it had started, all the action dwindled to a stop and she blinked curiously. Behind them, the cries of the wounded could be heard, but none seemed to notice. Attention obviously caught by something going on ahead. Tasha tried jumping to see what had caught so many in its hold, but most towered over her. Swiping a mud caked hand against her leathers, she muttered at her lack of stature, and then moved around the edge to find out just what the heck was going on and in moments, she stumbled to a stop to see Indigo facing off against a rather nasty looking soldier.
Even though it hadn?t seemed possible, Tasha was sure the sky had grown even darker with another threatening rumble of thunder high above and all she could do was watch and worry. The slow dance began with the large one lunging out with one of the two blades he was wielding, but the weight of his armor was little match against the light step of the willowy woman. She sidestepped back gracefully, almost floating and then her own rapier darted in. The glowing tip sliced like butter into that thick heavy mail, drawing a growl from the beast and a careless swinging of an arm.
Blood dotted silver and blue hair fluttered wildly with the chilled wind as Indigo spun neatly out of the way of that attempt and simply dropped without a single warning and the Elven blade slammed home into the side of his leg, again the dense protection covering him seemed to show little resistance to it?s bite. ?I gotta get one of those.? Tasha muttered to herself and got a nod beside her by one of the guards thinking the very same thing.
A howl of rage cut that unsettling silence as the man lunged in hard and driven by rage, managing to knock the slight female back. Blood seeping from her arm, she merely tossed the rapier into the other hand and before she even rose up, deftly parried another blow and sent both boots into her opponent?s legs.
Tasha was nearly ready to chew on dirty nails as the fight progressed, and every injury Indi took made her wince, but she couldn?t seem to drag her eyes away. It was a curious sight. Both well matched for skill, but soon the one wearing the heavy cumbersome mail started to look winded. Where as Indigo was still moving with liquid grace, and gave no mercy, pressing her advantage and her speed to the limits. Becoming aware of this, the large warrior made one last attempt to take her down, charging at her full force with blades swinging and sent her stumbling back with a hiss and a sudden shrieking cry that made every one watching wince at the sharp pain in their ears. Gasping as she saw the blood and tears in the black leather, Tasha just squinted, while nails bit into the palms of her hands. She wanted to stop this, take the enemy down, but knew that this was a matter of honor so forced herself to stay still.
In a sudden blurring of motion, the Elven woman sprang forward, snarling with the feral flashing of near black eyes and the glowing rapier weaving patterns into the dim air. What followed, to Tasha as she watched, was as if everything slowed down, every second was more like a minute. First, the head sailed clean off, rolling and bouncing like a ball and finally stopped just in front of the watching spectators, red eyes fading under the hard face shield. It was only then, the body teetered, slowly rocking before it finally crashed down beside the swaying form of Indi, who was pressing a bloody hand to her own neck and looking like a satisfied cat.
The silence was then broken by the sudden cheer which finally shook Tasha from her own moment of stunned awe. She quickly ran towards her fellow Trueblood and fumbling for some Goldenrod. She reached Indi just as the sky above opened up and caught the taller woman before she went face first to the ground. ?Oh bloody Hell!?
Staggering under the weight, she didn?t suffer too long as some of the healers hurried over to help. Of course Tasha stayed near, making sure they didn?t make things worse and forcing them to use the salve so common for her kind. So wrapped up in trying to help Indi, she very nearly missed the signal. The growling of her own waiting forces finally drew her attention and much to the relief of those seeking to render assistance to Indigo, the small elf ran off towards the Cliff edge again, while swarms of her undead army flowed like glowing water down the incline and right into the raging forces below.