Athinar

Pistol Grip Pump (Gweyr Vs. Donny)

@Doc Doctor Luckily, with the THICK, BLINDING FOG that surrounded them, the shot went wide.

Pistol Grip Pump (Gweyr Vs. Donny)

@Doc Doctor And quick she was. Dropping down, Gweyr counted off one second, not knowing how much time was left on the grenade's timer, grabbed it, and flung it like a baseball at the creep. Summoning a thick fog, Gweyr jumped up, and grabbed onto a fire escape, hidden in the thick mist.

Aiming in the general area of where she saw the man last, she launched several magic missiles towards him, in a burst-fire scatter pattern, such as one would find from an assault rifle.

Wanderlust (High Casual)

Naahdira Saaba

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Naahdira blinked in surprise as Hannibal pushed a bottle into her hands, sighing. "Ah, you don't-" But the man had already turned to make a dramatic speech into the sun. Greatness? Goodness? She supposed that some people would be remembered fondly, but for Naahdira, she would be either reviled and feared by reputation, or not known of at all.

She was idly sloshing around the wine in the bottle, watching the setting sun through the green glass when the two new arrivals approached Hannibal. Apparently the... eccentric was more well-known than Naahdira had thought. She hadn't paid attention to the papers in Oasis. If she had, she probably would've found stories of their leader's harmless infamy alongside her more deadly reputation. It was probably for the best. If she had, she probably would've seen the effects on her target's families. How they had mourned. Gods above and below, she really did need the drink.

Naahdira hadn't really had much alcohol before. Maybe it was the job, how she couldn't afford to be impaired by drink of any sort. Always alert, always on edge. Out here, unless the Pack was on the horizon, there was no real danger. Other than the heat and wind, the desert was relatively harmless. Might as well try some.

Tipping the bottle back, Naahdira took a large gulp of the wine, and was surprised by how smooth it was. The last time she had any alcoholic drink was when her target, a drunk, had fought her, and she had gotten her head stuffed in an ale barrel briefly. That drink had burned as it went down, nothing like this. This was nice.

Taking another swig, Naahdira turned her eyes to the members of the Caravan who were approaching Hannibal, and froze. Was that Urs Godsdamned Uring? This was problematic. He was one of the people extremely few in number, one of those who had seen her face.

The scientist had offended some noble house, one of the more conservative families in Oasis, the likes of which whom thought that they were put in Oasis for a reason, and that tampering with the balance of nature would bring the wrath of the Gods upon them. Their ideology didn't matter to Naahdira then, only how much they were willing to pay.

Instead of hiring her to kill Urs himself, whom was a major public figure, even more so then than now, the death of whom would've warranted a large investigation by the Grey Watch, they hired her to kill his lab assistant at the time, to send a message. The assistant had been easy enough to kill. Hell, she even made it look like an accident, acid burns all over her face, and covering up the knife wounds. However, Urs had surprised her from behind, pulling her scarf and hood back. She had escaped quickly, but there was a good chance that he remembered her.

Naahdira knew her best bet was to avoid him completely, but for some reason, she didn't immediately turn away, and head back to the safety of the Caravan's camels and wagons. She didn't know whether it was because she didn't care anymore, or if it was that she was feeling especially courageous, or if it was just the buzz from the wine, but she walked closer, to try and listen to the conversation, eventually interjecting with, "So essentially your work has just been for naught?"

Naahdira frowned. That came out wrong. "I mean... you haven't made any progress towards transmuting- or whatever you call it- anything into iron and steel?"

@Inuyasha@Snagglepuss89@The Muse

Athinar's Duel at the Pirate's Cove

@Dynamo Frokane :_(

Wanderlust (High Casual)

@Inuyasha Probably me. Or not. I dunno.

Pistol Grip Pump (Gweyr Vs. Donny)

@Doc Doctor Gweyr's eyes narrowed as the man dodged, and pulled out a flail made of a razor wire and a grenade. Well then. Gweyr kicked off the ground, leaping into the air, and once she was at her apex, twenty feet up, directly above the man, she cast a lightning bolt directly at him. Now this was a quandry. Either he would shoot at her, and the bullets would melt, or the lightning would arc towards the razor wire, causing the grenade to explode. If he didn't shoot, the lightning bolt would be aimed towards the gun, as the largest metal thing there.

Gweyr had no problems doing this. This man was obviously a menace.

Pistol Grip Pump (Gweyr Vs. Donny)

@Doc Doctor Gweyr said nothing, rather, leaping up towards the wall to her left insanely fast, at a position about 5 feet above and behind the man's right side. Flipping around in midair, she kicked off the wall with the same incredible speed, and extending her leg, still clad in magical armor, performed a dropkick at 84 miles per hour, aimed at the man's left collarbone.

No time for talk.

No time for mercy.

Pistol Grip Pump (Gweyr Vs. Donny)

@Doc Doctor In the span of time it took Donny to reload, it took Gweyr even less time to cast five Magic Missiles, which all rapidly flew at the creep at the speed of a bullet. When they hit him, it would do about as much damage as, say, a rock flung at the same speed, and disappear after contact.

Gweyr aimed one at his chest, one at his gun arm, one at his head, one at the ground between his legs, and one to the immediate right (from Gweyr's perspective, the gun is on the left, and his open hand is on the right) of the man, so that even if he tried to dodge to the right or drop prone he would still get hit.

Pistol Grip Pump (Gweyr Vs. Donny)

@Doc Doctor Luckily, the armor held up to the bullets, although the breastplate shattered, dissipating into a glowing blue mist, while the rest of the armor stayed intact. Mostly. Gweyr could now see through a large, gaping hole in the helmet which bled blue mist, smelling like ozone. The impact of the bullet was far from lethal, but it did appear to break her left arm at the shoulder.

Ignoring the pain, she still went through with the spell, casting a lightning bolt right at this creep, although it would hurt like a bitch when this all was over.

Pistol Grip Pump (Gweyr Vs. Donny)

@Doc Doctor Luckily, Gweyr was a trained mage, brilliant fighter, and around 300 years old. Old enough to instinctively know when something was up. She didn't know exactly what, but the man was wily, slippery, like an eel. As soon as she had begun to cast fireball, she saw the man aim his gun. As he fired, a mystical suit of armor surrounded her, which, while it kept her from dying, it didn't keep her from getting flung around. Flying back about 30 feet, Gweyr slammed into the concrete, and was briefly dazed by the impact. Several cracks, glowing a light blue, had appeared on the back of the armor's helm, and the entire breastplate of the suit was cracked, chipped, and generally torn up.

Using her innate arcane abilities, Gweyr tripled her agility, and even though the armor looked heavy, it was indeed weightless. Looking for her glaive, all she saw was a charred, twisted length of wood and a half-melted, bent piece of slag. Grenades were no joke. However, the man was holding a gun. Which, being metal, was most likely made of a ferrous metal, such as steel. Holding out her right hand towards the man, energy collected there for a millisecond before lightning arced through the small space with an incredibly loud thunderclap, headed towards the gun the man held. This was no magical lightning, this was completely normal obscene amounts of electricity being hurled at the nearest metal object. Which was the gun, now that her glaive was flung away.