Thaum: Coliseum, cage 3
‘Well of course nobody would cheer for the Blobfish Avengers’, Lute thought in an uncharacteristic burst of disloyalty. He wasn’t oblivious to the blank stares the audience gave them, although at least they received a semblance of applause from a biased portion of the viewers, a.k.a Robin and some of her fellow Red Parasols. If cheering for somebody when everybody else didn’t isn’t called friendship, then he didn’t know what would be. His lips twitched up into a wry smile as the memory faded away and he was pulled back into the unseemly present, the return complete with his face almost being baptized in wolf spit.
Great way to complete half the day.
Lute and Aria were at first determined to sweep in and whack at some wolves all by themselves, but a quick glance around showed that the two of them separated was going to be more beneficial rather than the both of them working out tandem attacks; after all, the blobfish murderer and Syed didn’t look so great (Lute didn’t waste a second thinking about Moira’s prowess; he’d bet a sack of potatoes that she was swell).
The virtuoso didn’t have the chance to verbally express his opinion since their super fantastic duo charge was broken when a wolf decided to blindside his partner, although thank the gods that Moira swung that great big sword of hers around and saved Aria. In that instance, the two of them decided to split; he nodded while Aria winked (let it not be said that Lute was already immune to such winks; he still turned pink before flying towards the two cornered men).
Okay, quick analysis of the situation: the blobfish murderer looked confused as hell (and worse, he was holding his sword out like it was the flaming stick of salvation), Syed was (probably) quaking in his boots; they were both being harassed by a wolf who was inching closer and closer. From the corner of his eye Lute could see another beast make a beeline towards the two, having had identified them as easy pickings, and he switched his hold on the sword to reverse grip, with the back of his sword in front. This is exactly why he chose a short blade.
“The lunger’s closest, and you should dispose of it before it mauls that dude.”
“I know, Delilah.”
“Just saying. You tend to prioritize things in the wrong order.”
Lute rolled his eyes and swept his sword upwards in a powerful upward slash. The lunging wolf fell to the ground. “And stay down. Please,” He muttered before paying attention to the other wolf, which was now baring its teeth and advancing at him. He could see Syed inching towards a plain bat which was quite near the wolf earlier on. “Hey Delilah, tell me if something’s going at me from behind, okay?” Lute stage-whispered before trying to change his grip again, except he wasn’t really good at quick switching so he almost ended up slashing his own arm. Good news though; Syed had picked up his bad. Bad news? None.
Yet.
Lute’s eyes flickered towards the dark-skinned mage’s own, and it was almost as if they read each other’s thoughts (“Or maybe you were just hallucinating,” His familiar snorted). Just as Syed raised his bat up over his head to hit the wolf (on the butt?), Lucien let out a battle cry of some sort, swung his sword, let go of said sword (and boy did it fly), which eventually hit the wolf by the face. Lute almost pitied the animal when it whined and dropped down, although the pity was replaced by panic as he realized the sword was still spinning around. He watched as the sword hit the wall of the cage beside him before falling down on the ground, and then gave the man a thumbs up. “That was great! Where did you learn to swing like that?”
The pack’s number’s have considerably thinned down thanks to their team’s efforts, and only two wolves remained. The alpha and another one, and Lute was pretty sure Moira and Aria could deal with those on their own.
Still, where’s the timer? The screen was blank and people didn’t seem that excited.
Lute narrowed his eyes (this was suspicious) and then walked to both Syed and Lucien. “You two alright? Neither of you got bitten, right?” He asked as he handed back Lucien’s sword.