Laughter was coming from all around him, which was one form of disorientation all to itself. Something was running over his left eye, warm and thick. Blood. His own blood from getting hit in the face. As they shoved him from one to the next, striking him with their fists as they received before passing him on with a laugh, his fury was rising. These filthy wicks and humans dare to strike me? Gaelin’s face was nearly as red as his hair, without considering the streaks of blood running over his face. With a quick couple of blinks, he reoriented himself as the big man pushed him towards the other two.
SidekickBOT 4/7/2019 at 9:11 PM
A) Punching two attackers: Success
B) Defending against more attacks: Success
This time, Gaelin went with the motion rather than against it. As all his weight was going forward, a fist shot out at the wick before him, hitting the man just below the eye and causing him to stagger. The other two hooted in surprised amusement while Gaelin twisted his hips and gave the human a left hook across the jaw. The human was not affected as much as his comrade, so Gaelin brought his fists up by his head and kept his elbows tight and in front of him. The wick took a few quick steps and kicked at the galdor.
SidekickBOT 4/7/2019 at 9:11 PM
A) 2 vs. 5: Gaelin blocked
B) 6 vs. 5: Critical hit
Bringing his arms down in a cross pattern to block, his forearms took most of the impact. But while his arms were down, the human stepped in and landed a perfect uppercut that whipped Gaelin’s head up and back. Backwards he went into the other man’s arms as the world spun before his eyes. It felt like he was drifting out of control, unsure of which way was up as the wind was driven out forcibly by a fist again. Then a pair of arms latched onto him and spun him around. Though his eyes were now on the ground, Gaelin had very little understanding of what was happening between the earth and the sky.
SidekickBOT 4/7/2019 at 9:32 PM
A) 5 for dodging attack: Success
B) 6 for drawing weapon: Extreme Success
SidekickBOT 4/7/2019 at 9:36 PM
SidekickBOT 4/7/2019 at 9:37 PM
C) Gaelin attacks with 3: Minor Success
D) Enemy blocks with 2: Minor Success
Rolling his head around on his neck to find a good balance point, he set his eyes on the large human that was laughing at him. The other two pushed him towards the man who had his arm up and sticking out to the side, seeking to knock the galdor down by setting his arm in the way of Gaelin’s upper body. As he was sent forward, Gaelin dropped down tumble below the human’s straightened arm, rolling over his shoulder and back in a tight ball. Once his feet were back under him at the end of the roll, his hand grasped the hilt of his broadsword. Pivoting around, he drew his blade in a side-slashing cut at the only man in reach.
The human was turning around to face him as the broadsword sliced through the coat to cut the flesh of his upper arm. A yelp filled the alley before there was another set of growls and cries. Gaelin’s sight was too focused on the man he had just cut. It wasn’t a serious wound, though it likely would be painful for the man to move that arm with the muscles below the shoulder cut the way they were. Rather than wait, or make any authoritative demand, Gaelin brought the blade up to hack down at the man. The fellow didn’t have his club out and didn’t have time to get it. Desperately, he reached up to try and grasp Gaelin’s wrist to stop the attack. But he missed in his panic and found the base of the blade cutting into the palm of his hand.
Steel sliced through the man’s hand, sheering through the thin muscles and cutting into the bone until the entire length of the blade had swept by. The man fell to his knees by instinct and pulled his wounded hand back reflexively. A movement behind the man caught Gaelin’s eye, as one of the others was shoved aside. A stranger spoke towards him, though Gaelin didn’t quite comprehend what was being said at the moment. But the blood on the newcomer’s blade indicated he wasn’t an ally to these people either. While his attention was set on the newcomer, the man before him lunged forward, setting his shoulder against Gaelin’s waist and using his brute strength to lift the recruit off his feet before dropping him on the ground.
SidekickBOT 4/7/2019 at 10:33 PM
SidekickBOT 4/7/2019 at 10:39 PM
SidekickBOT 4/7/2019 at 11:13 PM
A) Gaelin blocks with 1: Failure
B) Gaelin uses Static Magic 3: Minor success
C) Gaelin recoveres his sword 1: Failure
The impact was jarring, and sent pain throughout Gaelin’s back. For a moment, he lay there groaning in pain. When he finally lifted his head, he noted that his attacker was getting to his feet again, and pulling out the long metal baton from his belt. Gaelin’s blood-framed eyes widened as the man snarled at him and raised the baton up to beat him. He attempted to raise his broadsword up to defend himself, but the human’s attack was far too fast for that. Metal struck him once across the head, sending a ripple that he felt through his mind and his neck as he collapsed to the side.
With a thoughtless action, Gaelin raised his arm up to protect his head as he rolled onto his side. Merciless attacks hailed on his side and his protective arm, covering his entire left side in pain as though it were a blanket too heavy to remove. Each hit against him was like a shock of electricity from a failed experiment at Brunnhold. Eyes closed and body tightly balled, Gaelin half spoke, half pleaded in Monite. Calling to the Static Mona to bend his attacker’s baton into a useless shape. The mona seemed sympathetic to at least do something. They gathered around the baton and twisted its insides, bending it ninety degrees at the middle.
As the human looked at his weapon in confusion, Gaelin grabbed the hilt of his broadsword and sought to cut at the man’s ankles. But when he tried to swing it, it refused to move. When he had rolled over, he had settled on the side of the blade, which was now pinned down by his backside. Damn it!