The man's abrupt mental laughter cut off as the burial of the pests was blown apart from something he could not see. Then he saw it. Well he saw her, the girl that should of been dead shot towards him and attacked.
He thought his reaction time was fast enough, but for some reason he couldn't manage to block more then half of the ice spikes, and those fell to the ground harmless. The others struck his heart from all sorts of angles and the air that kept him hovering gave out.
He collapsed onto the ground, bleeding out from his chest, as he struggled to rise. Eventually after a few very painful moments he managed to sit up and speak to Eris. "Who are you? And why did you f-f-fight so hard to p-protect s-s-strangers?"
It was clear the man wouldn't live much longer, save a miracle.
The woman knew she had the advantage over Vesper by how she struggled against the hurricane attack. This gave her confidence, and some more energy then she thought she had only moments before. So when Vesper used crystal dragon roar, the woman put both hands palms outstretched towards her left side to push herself to the right and dodge the attack making it seem easy.
"That the best you got girly?" the woman tossed her hair back, as she talked smack to Vesper, wanting to anger her opponent and throw her off her game.
She then thought she saw another person appear beside vesper and before she could decide what to do about the person, they weren't there anymore.
This worried her.
Then a mist came out of nowhere, and out of sheer paranoia, she instantly, made a cube made of thick walls of wind around her body, ten feet wide by ten feet long by ten feet high, making it 'difficult' for anything to reach her.
Sure that she was protected for the moment, her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she sent an air current, around the area to try and figure out what had created the mist, as it didn't seem to be anyone she could see.
The cloaked figure's arrival was not noticed by the woman, as she was already freaking out about the mist and how it got there.
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Lucky shot, Jeff thought irritably, as he back up from crashing into the wall behind him hard and knocking down some of the Tavern's hanging pictures. It was unfortunate that Harry had already left the Tavern, probably taking the brief moment Jeff was down to make his escape, avoiding a potential counter attack and getting a jump start on finding the bandits hideout.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself he left the Tavern and made his way to the street. Once there he called out,
"Taxi, Taxi."
After a few minutes a taxi did arrive, and once Jeff got in the car he kicked the driver out the drivers side, and drove off.
He was going to wreck Harry and then make an example out of him to everyone.
No one messes with Jeff Zook. No one.
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The figure that was Farad left his room and made his way to the first floor. He then made his way over to his two henchmen to see what's up.
Nah. That's not how Farad is.
This is how it went.
Farad slammed his door closed as he stormed from his room in a rage because he wasn't informed that everyone on the simple, simple, simpleton Terror mission had returned.
He wanted answers.
As he arrived next to what he was starting to think of as his two excuses for Guild Officers, he got straight to the point.
"What happened?"
Having already discussed the mission completion time with Farad and guiltily knowing that fact and knowing the other fact that they were supposed to have every grunt back by now, the man covered in weapons and the other with his golden eyes hesitated a moment.
Farad glared impatiently....
Then Farad's officers both spoke at once, "Every grunt has returned, except two, some with success and some failure. The ones who have failed will be punished tomorrow, rest assured." They hastened to add that last part to make sure Farad knew that he didn't have to wring their necks for them to do their job. "The other two that have not returned are Marrick and Michelle, the robed duo that use wind powers. We don't know where they are or why they haven't returned. But we had planned to look for them come tomorrow morning."
Farad thought about his officer's report and then gave the smallest nod of his head. "Be sure to make the ones who failed never fail again." was all he said to them as he left, heading back to the second floor.
It was apparent from not saying anything about Marrick or Michelle, that Farad did not give a damn if they were even still alive...
Farad had other things on his mind, as he got to the second floor. About halfway between his room and the staircase from the first floor, he turned to his left, and ran his hand along the wall, looking for a particular brick. After a few moments he found it and pushed it in and then there was a hole in the wall as if by magic. Farad stepped through the hole, and into an area only he has ever known.
Right after Farad had entered through the hole in the wall, the wall replaced itself as if the hole was never there, again as if by magic.
There was things Farad had to take care of and he sighed, as he knew that tonight was going to be a very long night.