Marcus XVI

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What? Ya tellin' me the half-orc isn't house trained? Ghhh -_-

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:P Sorry, the support cannot be contacted at the moment. You are stuck with the DPS for now.

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"You do realize that I am UNARMED? If that damn thing does what I think it does it will not help us in any way." Taroyn spat on the ground and shook his head. "A dull blade cannot cut and a swordsman without a sword cannot fight." His kind were cunning at least that had to be admitted. While the dark elf spoke he was already forming up a plan - a plan that wouldn't put himself in too much peril. "My kind can create magical darkness to an area at will for a ...rough amount of time... If there was a way to first disorient the beast I could confuse it further with the spell of darkness and... It might have more difficulty finding an exit - assuming the damn thing doesn't charge through the walls..." The dark elf straightened up and smiled faintly as he gripped the cloak with his left hand. "Now if it were to try coming through the walls... We'd at least know where it's coming from and could create an ambush."

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...Uh... Eve should realize that Taroyn is unarmed... Being unarmed is not a good thing... Like... from the scale of bad things that's like... a solid 7.

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"Yes, that is a WONDERFUL idea..." Taroyn muttered through gritted teeth and shook his head. "With what exactly would you, li'll miss, suggest we keep that damned beast inside? With sticks and harsh language? I doubt the walls and the door hold such a beast for long." The dark elf rolled his eyes and spat on the ground while still holding his shoulder. He had came to the conclusion that for now keeping the sliver of metal in the wound would do him less harm than actually removing it - after all it kept some of the blood from coming out.

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Though his self control was not at it's finest in his current mental state Taroyn's self preservation instincts were. As the fireballs began flinging around the dark elf decided it was best for him to just live to fight another day. He had no intention of dying just because some fool decided it was a great idea to burn everything down. Unfortunately for the tall dark elf the blade of his rapier had been lodged so well in to the beast's side that he'd have to either snap the weapon in two or just leave it there. He twisted and turned the weapon, trying to shake it loose, but to no avail. After a while he heard a rather disheartening 'snap' as the thin metal shattered, sending a thin sliver outwards which embedded it in Taroyn's shoulder. While mumbling many rather descriptive and fitting expletives the dark elf tossed aside what was left of his weapon and headed for the nearest exit while holding his quite profusely bleeding shoulder. He had just gotten his fair share of heroics for the day and now it was officially time to call it quits. This time survival and not burning in to a crisp with fools was his very highest priority.

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Oh gods oh gods... we are going to burn like poor poor pork chops TwT All of us are going to die. I don't want to end up as well roasted dinner for a beast TwT Woe be us.

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@Wick

OwO Are you mad? Fireballs in an enclosed space like that? Without room to maneuver? We'll be roasted alive! T_T

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That beast is gonna have a bad time.

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As the fight began Tarquin was still fuming, he'd show the damn woman! He would explain to the others everything later, but now they needed an extra sword instead of a song. The tall elf tossed aside his surcoat, ripped open the blue vest, tossing it aside and removed the white fencing shirt. Then he took off the pendant, wrapping it's chain around his right wrist.

Taroyn took a deep breath and unsheathed his rapier with his left hand. He moved calmly, yet swiftly and arrived to the barn just as June was going for her stab with the spear. Nimbly the dark-elf moved in the shadows, even the snow white hair was difficult to spot now. He positioned himself to the opposite side of June's stab and made a swift lunge towards where he assumed the beast's kidneys to be situated if it had canine anatomy as he was hoping.