The Drachensturm

[Undivided Belakor]

Andrew glanced behind him and felt a grin slide across his mouth. Leaping back over Falkrir's hind legs, he landed heavily and turned to face his pursuers. The bowman had let loose a shot that grazed the Knight's helmet as he charged towards the spearmen, barely slowing the heavy warrior. The first spear clattered against his shield, and moving within the Bandit's guard, he slammed his helmeted head into the man's nose - small rat eyes widening in fear and ugly mouth opening in dread. With a scream, he fell down clutching his ruined face. A tall, dirty faced man in brown rags drove in towards Andrew's surcoated chest, but a quick parry with his axe sent it wide and let him spin a quick chop to the bandit's throat. Blood, warm and sticky, flew from the deep wound - coating the knight's mail in crimson.

A warcry sounded behind him, a with wild eyes and long blonde hair jamming his spear against Andrew's pot helm. The tip of the spear slipped within millimetres of his eyeslit - snapping his head back. The only option left to the knight was to bullrush the bandit, making sure he didn't get another strike. His shoulder smashed into the man's sternum, sending him stumbling and tripping onto his back. The knight followed, straddling the groaning bandit and driving the point of his kite shield heavily into his throat. With a roar, he stood, facing the next two bandits to come at him. These two looked like brothers - both had dark hair and eyes, their faces similarly thick and strong jawed.

"Scottish prick" One growled, driving the tip of his spear towards the heavy warrior. He simply slapped the weapon aside using his shield.
"You're too close" He growled through his helm's metal grille. A harsh smile lifted the corners of his mouth as an arrow suddenly winged down, taking the archer in the throat. The man had been trying to line up a shot, but his attempt was cut short. Andy recognised the arrow - one of Cora's. He'd need to thank her later.

Cracking his neck, he pointed his axe to the bandit on the right, soft drops of crimson vitae dripping from the head. "You, ahm gonnay kill first. Ye'll try tay fight way that spear ay yours, but I dinnay think ye'll get tay far." The axe slowly traversed the space between the two "An' when 'es deed, ah'll tak you, and tear oot yer yella guts for aw the wurld tay see"

They both looked puzzled, glancing at one another. Eventually, one of them spoke up - voice reedy "What?"

"Aw, fuck it" The knight grumbled, and launched himself at them. The one on the right tried to bring the point of his spear down on Andrew, but it simply cracked against his shoulder. That'll bruise. The thought was a casual one - he never really put in much thought when he was fighting; too focused on killing. Running closer along the spear, he swung his his axe up beneath the bandit's armpit, drawing the bloody weapon back and smashing it into his ribs again. The man's screaming filled the knight's ears, his eyes wide with shock and terror. He stumbled back, but not before Andy finished him off - a might swing of the axe tearing his head halfway from his shoulders. Blood fountained from the stump for a moment, before his frantic heartbeat ceased.

The other was shouting 'Thomas!', face contorted with rage and fear. He slammed his spear into Andrew's side, but the chainmail there stopped its crude point. Another bruise. Slamming the axe into the haft of the spear broke it in half, and the rage in the bandit's dark eyes was overcome by his terror. Weaponless, he threw the last part of the spear that he still held at the knight, turning to run. He got half a foot before Andrew barelled into his back, knocking him on his face. Grabbing him by the hair with his shield arm, Andrew drew him up in full view of his approaching companions. With a brutal strike, he pierced the bandit's stomach - another three spilling ropey purple entrails out onto the ground. Leaning close and whispering into the man's ear, the Scot grinned viciously. "I told you, fucker"

With that, he went back to the first of the men he'd attacked. The man was blindly crawling away, moaning. Slamming his axe into the back of his head splintered his skull, and finished him off for good. The knight turned back towards the approaching enemy forces. Banging his axe off his shield, he roared at them "Come and get some then, if you think you're any better!"

 

[Reaper Jack]

"Hmph."

Lilia snuck out from behind the rocks and padded around the edge of the battlefield. Completely unnoticed by the various combatants already engaged with each other. Her fur cloak billowed in the wind, the waft of blood and decay reaching her nostrils, which flared distastefully in response. She looked ahead, nine bandits were yet to take part in the combat; four turned about to head back after Richter, the other five pressed on to aid the eleven attacking Andrew and Ullr. She sighed, walking towards the ground inbetween them and her comrades. None of them were armed with ranged weapons, not obviously at least, and she stood in front of them, silent and foreboding.

"The fuck are you doing lady?"
"Hehe...a pretty thing like you shouldn't hang around guys like us..."

She didn't respond, their taunts were meaningless to her, standing her ground, she simply gazed at them with fire in her eyes, her sword lax by her side. One hand reached down to the back of one of her boots, giving the bandits an opportunity to charge.

They did; roaring with delight at such an obvious opening. Fools, too obvious. Lilia drew her hand back up, now holding a throwing knife that had been sheathed in the rear of her boot; still silent and gazing without emotion, she drew it back over her shoulder and threw; the knife spiralling in the air to land with a crunch in the skull of one of the bandits, making him stop abruptly, keeling over into the sand head-first, twisting the knife against the ground with a sickening sound of splitting bone.

Drawing herself back, she held her blade in front and across of her chest diagonally, her face drawn into a menacing stare.

They came.

She swung downwards and to her right, splintering through the wooden shaft of the first bandit's mace; her sword scything into his shoulder and through to his lungs; she stepped backwards, drawing the sword out from her opponent with her, her cloak swishing around her frame as she spun on her heel, making her movements harder to predict, the man fell slack on his knees, an expression of mixed rage and surprise evident on his now very much dead face, blood from his arteries cascading outwards and staining the sand.

She stood ready again, facing off against the remaining three bandits, snarling at her in pure rage.

"You cow; you'll fucking pay."

 

[MrDubWubs]

*Ullr's eyes widen with glee as reaches down to pick up the sword. He shoved his axe into, the man with a broken nose, neck so he couldn't retaliate. He then used the sword to stab the wounded man in the stomach. He freed both of his weapons ready to take on the other three.*I owe you! Whoever shot that bow, but for now! *he throws his axe at one of the mace weilders as distraction and quickly aims to stab another one*
@Lauro shock

 

[Reaper Jack]

*Ullr's eyes widen with glee as reaches down to pick up the sword. He shoved his axe into, the man with a broken nose, neck so he couldn't retaliate. He then used the sword to stab the wounded man in the stomach. He freed both of his weapons ready to take on the other three.*I owe you! Whoever shot that bow, but for now! *he throws his axe at one of the mace weilders as distraction and quickly aims to stab another one*

@Lauro shock

The now ex-sword wielder drops to his knees, bleeding out from his stomach and face, groaning all the while. He's beyond saving, even if he was patched up, the acid from his punctured stomach will corrode the rest of his body and force death upon him within twenty minutes at the most.

 

[WarriorHeart]

The Lord's Wrath, orange

Dillan watched the man take his tumble. He bore a nasty scar on his left side from being too kind; too merciful. In truth, it would have killed him had he not been with the company of a true healer. Dillan had never forgotten that day and even now, the wound seemed to burn as a reminder of what happens to those who take pity in battle. The bandit had no real armor to speak of so Dillan did the best he could with mercy and brought his axe down with full force towards the man's heart. "May the praise of God be in their mouths and a double-edged sword in their hands."

Dillan rose and jogged after another archer who had set up not far from where the first one died. He was cautious to stay behind the man's sight by making an arc instead of a straight line for him. Wasting no time as there were more in the area, Dillan raised his axe and swung it down to split the man's skull in two. "To inflict vengeance on the nations and punishment on the peoples."

 

[MrDubWubs]

*Ullr prepares fight the others swiftly trying to pick up the thrown axe. He prepares to get hit due to the pick up of the axe causes him to be open for a hit*

 

[Reaper Jack]

*Ullr prepares fight the others swiftly trying to pick up the thrown axe. He prepares to get hit due to the pick up of the axe causes him to be open for a hit*

One of the bandits lunges in, bringing his mace down on Ullr's shoulder; it will cause some serious bruising, and it will hurt to use that arm again for at least two days, but no serious damage was done...as far as could be seen.

 

[MrDubWubs]

One of the bandits lunges in, bringing his mace down on Ullr's shoulder; it will cause some serious bruising, and it will hurt to use that arm again for at least two days, but no serious damage was done...as far as could be seen.

Gah! You bitch! *that was the arm that was holding the sword. He drops it knowing it's no use. He quickly spins before the man can back up. He hopes to cut to his bone with his axe. He aims for either his neck or arm. He can't see him well so it's a wild guess. At least his shoulder didn't break he thinks*

 

[Reaper Jack]

Gah! You bitch! *that was the arm that was holding the sword. He drops it knowing it's no use. He quickly spins before the man can back up. He hopes to cut to his bone with his axe. He aims for either his neck or arm. He can't see him well so it's a wild guess. At least his shoulder didn't break he thinks*

The axe glances off the bandit's bracer, unfortunately for you, you hit the only piece of armour the bandit was wearing.

 

[MrDubWubs]

The axe glances off the bandit's bracer, unfortunately for you, you hit the only piece of armour the bandit was wearing.

*Ullr is very upset at this and uses his momentum to roadhouse kick him in the face. While doing so he is....again left open*

 

[Reaper Jack]

*Ullr is very upset at this and uses his momentum to roadhouse kick him in the face. While doing so he is....again left open*

A bandit kicks upwards into your chest, attempting to wind you, he's partially successful.

 

[Undivided Belakor]

Lilia was taking on three of them. That in itself was impressive of her. Andrew clanged his axe against his shield one last booming time, and jogged his way over. "Oi, ya cunts! Fight fair!" He spun his axe in his fist, blood splattering from the blade onto the ground around him. One of the three charging Lilia stopped, a longsword in his hands flashing in the dull sunlight. With a growl, he left his two mace wielding companions to fight the bastard sword toting woman.

This one was short and wiry, his frame clad in light leather armour and a pair of steel bracers. The longsword in his hand looked like it was in decent shape. When I kill him, I'll have that. Andrew crushed the thought almost immediately - overconfidence was the path to death. "I am Andrew McKale. I will kill you" The knight bowed his head to the other man. Surprisingly, the gesture was returned.

"Jeremiah Fitz. I will enjoy your attempt"

No insults, no bluster. Just two warriors declaring how they were going to murder each other on the field of battle. Jeremiah struck first, the bandit coming in high with his shining sword. Falling like a meteor, the blade glanced from Andrew's shield, the return hack of an axe bouncing from a well placed pommel. Jeremiah spun a riposte in towards the knight's unshielded side and found the point of his blade turned by the iron banded haft of a war axe. The Bandit fell back, circling the heavier fighter, eyes studying Andrew's blood drenched form.

The knight surged forward, his axe slashing in towards the green eyes of his opponent. One, two, three strikes were turned aside by the longsword, the bandit even getting desperate enough to use his bracer to ward off a blow. He kicked out, leather boot connecting with Andrew's knee and sending him stumbling. Seeing a chance, the smaller fighter slashed his sword towards his enemy's head, only to have it bang off the hard steel helmet. Andy growled, and slashed out with his axe, forcing Jeremiah to dodge backwards.

He stood, and nodded once more to the bandit "You're impressive. What're you fighting with this lot for?"
"Brother got me in. Debt kept me." Was the reply. It didn't shock Andrew in the least - many of these sorts were only in it for the money. He'd not let up though - he knew his enemy wouldn't. He braced himself, squaring his shield and shaking his axe arm. When next the other fighter came at him, he came in with a low thrust. Andrew hadn't expected that, so the blade slid between his shield and torso, carving a rent into his left side - blood flowing from a short, shallow wound. His foe had overstretched himself though, and Andy returned the favour by slamming his axe into the bandit's shoulder. The man let out a groan, pulling back and letting his arm fall limp, blood softly pouring from between the rent leather pauldron.

He looked at his remaining arm with forlorn eyes - he knew he wasn't going to live through this. With a cry, he charged the knight, his sword raised in one hand. Andrew made it quick, slashing his axe through the swordsman's throat and letting him fall. He made sure the other fighter felt no pain, stamping hard on the back of his cut neck. The sound of a snapping spine cracking through the air. Andrew knelt, slipping his axe into a loop on his belt and his shield over his back, to pick up the longsword. It was well weighted, and felt good in his hands. He kicked the corpse over, finding the scabbard and pulling it from the bandit's belt. "This'll do nicely"

 

[Verite]

There's a lot of them.

Jan twirls his sword readily, preparing himself for what was to come.

I can take them though since if I have allies like these guys.

He takes a breath. At first glance, one could possibly assume his eyes were filled with determination to win and to get out of this situation alive. But he did not feel such a feeling. He was just someone who lived by habit. He didn't care about living or dying that much. But Jan doesn't like to hold back. He wants to gives as much effort as he can in a fight. Though he doesn't care for the act of dying, he would rather not die a stupid death. Rather, he would prefer to die by the hands of a person or persons who were genuinely stronger than him. But he has yet to meet those people, it seemed. Thus, he is still alive.

If we compare the number of ally forces to hostile forces, we're badly outnumbered. But of course, these people don't seem like normal people in terms of skills, among other things. It's inadvisable to be too cocky, but if the others were as strong as they looked, this shouldn't be much of a problem. Besides, these bandits don't look so tough anyway.

But no matter. He would simply do his own part. The time has come. He is ready to fight.

 

[Laurioshock]

Cora, peeking out from the tall grass she hid in the keep her location quiet noticed a lot of the bandits were few and far between. Giving them all a good chance of getting through this fairly unscathed.
With her bow and arrow taught and ready to fire if need be she moved from her hiding place, in which she had ducked into after hitting the arm of one of the bandits with her arrow.

Slowly and carefully moving down from her vantage point she landed on the beach, the same level as everyone else. She had less of a birds eye view from here, but if someone were to come at her she would have plenty of time to react and shoot a long distance arrow. She was prepared, or as prepared as she would ever be for a fight. She'd already done the hard part and killed someone. Killed someone--it was still hard to believe she had done it.
The image of the arrow slicing through the flesh of the man's throat was clear in her mind, making her skin crawl. She would harden to it, to the feeling of guilt and regret. This adventure was all about bettering herself, maybe not by killing someone but she was changing, hopefully for the better.

Cautiously Cora moved along the sand, towards the archer she had murdered. She needed his arrows, and maybe even the one she lost while shooting at him. There was no reason not to recycle it, its not like the dead man needed it.

Reaching the body, her stomach clenched and quivered at the site of the fresh blood soaking the sand. His eyes glazed over, cold and frozen in death.
With a quick look around her Cora took her chance. In moment she had tugged the plentiful arrows from the dead man's quiver and stuffed them behind her back and into her own. Deciding to leave the arrow embedded in the neck of the man she took out.

In moments she had succeeded in her objective, collect the new arrows. Giving her a full quiver, which would definitely come in handy, she didn't need to waste her first payment on arrows now. All it took was for a man to die. Waste not want not.

Readying her bow one more she kept it tight, her eyes peeled as she slowly advanced ahead towards the others. Some of whom were still locked in battle with other bandits. She was ready, if she was needed to take her shots.

 

[Pyralithia]

Archer, blue

Pyre was surprised when suddenly a knight, who she recognized as Andrew charged full bore into the enemies ranks. 'Well thats never very subtle...' Letting out a heavy sigh she rolls her eyes at mens impatience, it was ever the bane of an archer. She saw arrows fly aways from her 'Must be Cora...' most hit their targets, some with a bullseye. 'Shes got lethal aim...Better not fall behind now.' Holding up her bow she pulls back the string the arrow securely nocked, parallel with her cheek just below her eye but a safe distance not to get stung by the release. Taking a slow, deep breath her multi-colored eyes narrow on the bandits below.

Lithia's vision was slightly obscured by the smoke from the fire she saw Dillan set, causing her to take longer to find a target within it. After a few minutes she finds 4 bandits near Dillan. Suddenly a deadly calm flows over her, aiming her arrow for the bandit with what looked like a short sword. Slowly she lets out her breath, at the same time releasing the taught string letting the arrow fly to its mark, the right shoulder of the bandit. If it flew true the wound wouldnt be fatal but it would maim the bandit quite well. She would only aim to kill if that was her only choice.

In one swift fluid motion she nocks another arrow pulling back the string, her breath slow and even. Within moments another arrow flies through the air aimed for the left thigh of another bandit beside the one with the sword.

@WarriorHeart
@Reaper Jack
@Xibilation
@Everyone

 

[Reaper Jack]

Lithia's arrows both find their marks; the first slamming into the bandit's shoulder and the second the other bandit's thigh. The first bandit cries out, clutching at his shoulder and looking about wildly for his assailant. The second falls forward as his leg ceases to function, a look of bewilderment rather than pain etched on his features; wondering what could have possibly gone wrong to make his body react in such a way.

@Zloglasniot Fasada

 

[Reaper Jack]

Lilia circled with her opponents, her cloak swishing one way and then the next in the wind, concealing her movements from her foes. They're more cautious now, she'd already despatched two of their number, while the third had been almost literally crushed by the big Scottish Knight. If she were in their shoes, she would have fled already, nothing wrong with tactically retreating when the odds were overwhelmingly against you after all.

She clasped the hilt of her blade with both hands, her left palm curling around the pommel, assuming an unusual fighting stance; the weapon pointed straight outwards from her abdomen, held straight and true in front of her; she advanced slowly towards the two bandits, who had, rather foolishly, decided they would face her head-on rather than surround her. They backed up against her slow advance, scared. She caught a glimpse of one shivering, his trousers giving away a dark stain from his crotch and running down his thighs. She smirked at him, wanting his fear to take him over; the more fearful he was, the easier he would be to dispose of.

The bandit in question began to visibly shake and mutter incomprehensibly to himself; backing away faster now. His friend was not so much of a craven however, seeing that Lilia was focused on the first bandit, he lunged forwards, aiming to wrench her blade from her grasp.

He missed completely, his mace coming crashing down on thin air; Lilia had banked on him performing that exact attack, and had prepared herself for it, hence her stance; she'd simply released her second hand from the pommel and drew the weapon backwards, now gripping it again with both hands, she brought the pommel straight round and up into the stunned bandit's face, breaking his jaw instantly; he reeled backwards, stunned and mouth agape -through no fault of his own mind- from the blow; staring in utter disbelief at Lilia.

"Amateur." She tsked, annoyed at him wasting her time.

Stepping forward, her blade returned to the position it had been in before; she took the extra step towards the bandit, coming up right next to him and running him through while he was still stunned; the long weapon bursting through his chest and sliding out of his back; spraying his blood over the sand, but none on Lilia, she'd already pulled back and withdrawn the sword, casually planting her booted foot on the man's wrecked chest and pulling the weapon out, kicking him down to the ground in the process. She turned to the other bandit and gave him a wild grin, one that made her look mad and depraved; though it was all for show, he didn't know that.

It broke him, he turned tail and ran, urine dripping from his trousers onto the sand; Lilia looked disgusted, and quickly made up the few metres distance he'd put between them, slapping the sid eof his face with the flat of her blade, knocking him aside, forcing him to the floor where he cowered in fear.

"P-please! I didn't...they made me!"

"Funny, aren't you the one who said I should be 'careful around guys like you?'"

She looked down at him, utterly menacing in the totality of her victory, merciless and proud. Having no pity or mercy for her foe. She stood there for a moment, allowing his fear to draw out the final moments of his life before she dipped her sword below his chest and drew it back, gutting him without effort. She turned on her heel, leaving the man writhing in pain and agony, letting him endure all his suffering until the very end.

She walked towards the bandits who had not yet engaged purposefully. There were eight in all.

Six; ran.

 

[WarriorHeart]

Die Hand Gottes, orange

The bandit turned at the last minute just in time to see the hand of the German swinging down. The blade fell true and shattered the bone just behind the eye of its target. A gurgle was all that was made as his body collapsed. Dillan twisted at the surprised shouts of some bandits to his left. A crooked frown crossed his face seeing the three men who had stopped their charge on the line and turned to come after Dillan. One had a polearm, one had a bastard sword and shield and the last carried a club with a rock tied to the end. There was another who had seen his comrades turn off from the main group and came late which Dillan did not see during his advance.

Before he could utter any words or make any moves, Dillan saw the man with the sword drop and clutch his shoulder where an arrow had pierced him. The man coming up behind him was made known when he, too, screamed out in pain and surprise. Dillan smirked. Lithia was watching over him; his own personal angel on the battlefield. The two who stood before him were caught unawares and a bit apprehensive now; moreso at least and had stopped their offensive. Dillan lunged forward for the man bearing the polearm. He swung his mace across his body sweeping the carelessly held weapon clean from the man's grasp with his axe following directly behind and slicing the villain through his armor and several layers of skin. A yelp escaped the poor bastard's lips as he clutched the wound which spewed bright red blood and fell on his back. "To bind their kings with fetters," he said as he stepped over the man squarely planting a boot in the quivering jaw. He turned his attention to the club-bearer who stood looking at his cohorts with fear and shock in his eyes. He turned, dropping his club, and ran away. Dillan drew took his ace into his left hand and drew his dagger. "Their nobles with shackles of iron," he threw the blade after his target as if to annunciate his quotation and then watched the knife topple the coward as it sunk into his mid-spine.

Dillan turned taking his axe back into his main hand to see six more running down the hill towards him. The heat of battle was heavy upon him and it heightened his senses. He could smell their fear, see the widened expressions in their eyes; still, they chose this fight and in the German's mind, cowardly behavior was just as culpable as poor decision making skills. He roared a terrifying challenge and ran full steam into the thick of them. Two tried to turn and fell tumbling to the ground. One simply stopped with a defeated look on his face and dropped his shoulders as if to invite death. The other three went into a frenzy with only survival in mind.

"To carry out the sentence written against them!" Dillan shouted as he approached the lead scumbag; a man bearing a heavily worn axe. He lifted his axe horizontally and caught his opponent's downward strike then used his greater mass and momentum to pull downward forcing the man to bend back and to the side. As the crook began to fall, Dillan made an inward then an outward sweep with the mace fracturing if not fully crushing the man's ribcage. The second of the frenzied men swung his sword at Dillan's head but was wild with his swing making the strike easy to avoid. Dillan carried his momentum through and bore the suffocating man to the ground allowing him to run at a crouch clean past his second would-be attacker. He turned on a sharp pivot and raised his mace to block a second downward strike. This one was much better aimed but ill-timed. Dillan lifted his arm to block and dropped to one knee while making a slash across the man's waist. His axe bit deep and got stuck halfway through the fool's torso causing blood, bodily fluids and intestines to spill out.

Dillan did not have time to yank his axe free because the third man, unarmed since he dropped his weapon before fleeing from Lilia, tackled him to the ground. Dillan released his axe and used quick thinking to allow the roll one pass before extending his base giving him the proper base to plant and pin the wretch beneath him. He shoved the young man's arm down against his chest with the shaft of his mace and began a series of haymakers emphasized by every word. "This. Is. The. Glo-ry. Of. All. His Faith-ful. Peo-ple." After the set of blows to the man's face, Dillan stopped. His target had ceased moving and had no recognizable features. Dillan was breathing a bit heavily and sat back on his haunches and looked to the sky. "All praise to you, Almighty Lord. Psalm One-forty-nine; six through nine."

Dillan rose to his feet and looked around. He saw no one else in his vicinity and went back to the gurgling cries of the man still holding the axe that had driven into his belly. The big warrior moved off to face this man and gave him a brief nod. "May God have mercy on your soul." He lifted the mace and brought it down with a crash into the man's skull ending his life. Dillan bent down and using his boot as leverage retrieved his axe. He turned and headed towards the one with a dagger sticking from his back and fetched that weapon as well. Finally, Dillan circled back around to the one with the crushed ribs. This man was still breathing but coughing up blood and wheezing terribly. Dillan knelt next to him and place the edge of his axe under his throat. "Answer me truthfully with as few words as you can and I will show you mercy." His blonde locks fell around his face which was splattered with blood, his eyes were calm and his tone even and low. "Who sent you to this place and to whom is your group loyal?" Dillan knew enough that if someone financed his group's endeavor there was a good chance these bandits were sent on the errand as well.

 

[MrDubWubs]

*Ullr lets out his breath. He can't attack fully but he can speak lightly* L-look at your c-cowardly friends. They were beatin by...us! *he was going to state how many of us there was but he didn't bother to count, so he said what ever came to mind. He breaths in as the kick wasn't too painful and only stunned him temporarily. He uses his axe to chop open one of the man's gut. Ullr got a nice view of what he had to eat before he fought. Hmm looks like beans. I could use some of those right now. He thought as he spun around again killing the last bandit after a swift kick to the stomach as repayment for what he did to Ullr. He took his axe after the man fell and walked over to the bandit's side. He smiled and raised his axe* You lot were a good fight. Thank you for it. Though may you and your friends rest in your religions heaven. *He swiftly dropped the axe onto the bandit's head cracking it open in a swift hit. A loud pop was heard from the head crack throughout the area of fighting* Now onto the loot.

 

[Laurioshock]

Cora, poised and ready moved herself towards the battling groups. The number of bandits now dwindling as suprisingly they had managed as a new team to protect themselves well enough against them. Even more suprisingly so because some of thier team could not fight for themselves. It was a sign of a job well done, so far at least. They were bonding as a group, over fighting and murder yes, but it was the start of something new.

Seeing that Ullr had finished off the group of men that had ambushed him, with the final cruel and rather gruesome blows. Cora moved along, close to him. Eveyone else was off fighting further closer to the objective of thier job. A job which had only just begun and they were already going through maddness. All for a couple of items from the old world. Hopefully they hadn't been destroyed to much.

Engaging slowly towards she entrance to the objective she kept her guard up, waiting, watching for anything. She expected anything now. She had to be ready, just in case someone were to jump out at her or run at her when she was unawares. She was learning fast, how to surivive. Not alone, not yet. But to surivive as part of a group, giving as good as she got and helping where possible.
Hopefully it would all pay off in the end when they could finally loot the place.