Mez watched unflinchingly at the scene that unfolded in front of him. Firstly, Pterrophos, his guild leader, emerged from the back room missing an arm. Then, before he could even think to act, Himika initiated a duel with Heathcliff to seemingly get revenge for the loss of Pterro's arm. Or at least that's what it looked like. As the battle between the pair went on, he studied both of their movements. More so Heathcliff's than Himika - after all he'd seen her fight many opponents on previous occasions. This opponent, however, was different. Heathcliff was a player that had seemingly just appeared on the frontlines, with his bossiness and his bravado to follow. In a matter of months, he'd worked his way up the ranks of whatever guild he joined and now there he was, the leader of a fancy new guild with the Frontline's poster girl as his second in command.
Mez felt his pulse quicken as Himika was sure to land a finishing blow. But something happened that he didn't quite understand. Heathcliff's shield seemed to move of it's own accord. Somehow, he'd managed to block Himika's attack which looked dead certain to land. He furrowed his brow, replaying those last few seconds in his mind. There was certainly something odd about it but he couldn't tell what. His mind was brought back to the fight when Himika's next attack actually hit this time, severing Heathcliff's arm at the elbow. A few gasps from the room as well as some quiet cheers. Though they were quickly silenced as Heathcliff spun and drove his sword into Himika's abdomen. He instantly felt his heart skip a beat for a brief second and a minor urge to reach for his blade but Mez managed to stay perfectly calm.
Then the duel was over, that's when Mez glanced over to Khârn. His expression was almost thunderous, as if he could murder by simply glaring at you. He was angry at the current events that were taking place. Not many others could have learned this from a glance but Khârn had been his battle-brother for a long time, Mez had witnessed his every emotion each time they stood together in battle. Realizing that the attention for his ultimatum had been lost due to the reappearance of the guild leaders, Mez decided that he needed to act fast in order to discover exactly what had happened to Attania and Durdansa.
It was then that Mez moved. And he did so which such suddenness that people around him turned their heads quickly to see just what he was doing. He shot up from the throne-like chair and immediately reached for his weapon; Judgement. Whispers shuffled around the crowd, no doubt wondering whether he was going to challenge Heathcliff next. But Mez had no intentions of fighting. Khârn's anger was not misplaced, the focus had deviated from the true reason why they were here and they were wasting precious time. Still, he said nothing as he slowly raised his greatsword above his head, one-handed, then re-sheathed it upon his back. Every step taking him closer to where Himika and Heathcliff stood.
From afar, it looked as if Mez were glaring directly at the man who had just lost part of his arm and impaled his guild mate, but in reality Mez was looking past Heathcliff and towards his guild leader Pterro. By now Mez was within striking distance of neatly-armoured warrior, but he simply strode right past him. Not even acknowledging him with a glace, despite Heathcliff looking slightly concerned and attempting to make eye-contact.
More whispers as Mez continued to walk until he stood face to face with Pterrophos. "Pterro, we have reason to believe that Attania and Durdansa have found something in regards to the floor boss. Their last known location coincides with the suspected location of the boss which has been marked on the map. I suggest we move now, Durdansa can handle herself but Attania, Ghesh's protege? There's no telling how he'll be. Especially with him losing Ghesh merely hours ago."
Mez felt his pulse quicken as Himika was sure to land a finishing blow. But something happened that he didn't quite understand. Heathcliff's shield seemed to move of it's own accord. Somehow, he'd managed to block Himika's attack which looked dead certain to land. He furrowed his brow, replaying those last few seconds in his mind. There was certainly something odd about it but he couldn't tell what. His mind was brought back to the fight when Himika's next attack actually hit this time, severing Heathcliff's arm at the elbow. A few gasps from the room as well as some quiet cheers. Though they were quickly silenced as Heathcliff spun and drove his sword into Himika's abdomen. He instantly felt his heart skip a beat for a brief second and a minor urge to reach for his blade but Mez managed to stay perfectly calm.
Then the duel was over, that's when Mez glanced over to Khârn. His expression was almost thunderous, as if he could murder by simply glaring at you. He was angry at the current events that were taking place. Not many others could have learned this from a glance but Khârn had been his battle-brother for a long time, Mez had witnessed his every emotion each time they stood together in battle. Realizing that the attention for his ultimatum had been lost due to the reappearance of the guild leaders, Mez decided that he needed to act fast in order to discover exactly what had happened to Attania and Durdansa.
It was then that Mez moved. And he did so which such suddenness that people around him turned their heads quickly to see just what he was doing. He shot up from the throne-like chair and immediately reached for his weapon; Judgement. Whispers shuffled around the crowd, no doubt wondering whether he was going to challenge Heathcliff next. But Mez had no intentions of fighting. Khârn's anger was not misplaced, the focus had deviated from the true reason why they were here and they were wasting precious time. Still, he said nothing as he slowly raised his greatsword above his head, one-handed, then re-sheathed it upon his back. Every step taking him closer to where Himika and Heathcliff stood.
From afar, it looked as if Mez were glaring directly at the man who had just lost part of his arm and impaled his guild mate, but in reality Mez was looking past Heathcliff and towards his guild leader Pterro. By now Mez was within striking distance of neatly-armoured warrior, but he simply strode right past him. Not even acknowledging him with a glace, despite Heathcliff looking slightly concerned and attempting to make eye-contact.
More whispers as Mez continued to walk until he stood face to face with Pterrophos. "Pterro, we have reason to believe that Attania and Durdansa have found something in regards to the floor boss. Their last known location coincides with the suspected location of the boss which has been marked on the map. I suggest we move now, Durdansa can handle herself but Attania, Ghesh's protege? There's no telling how he'll be. Especially with him losing Ghesh merely hours ago."