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Habeen Nocta and Kuur Salcair - Assault on Westroad Bandits

The signal, once given, prompted Habeen to sort through her tomes. "Ah, perfect," she said with that consistent smile, holding up her Mire tome. "Now, where was that archer..."

Habeen was no strategist or weapons expert or whatnot, but she did know that magic (that was not Mire or any of its derivatives) could hit at either close range or a little bit longer range. Therefore, mages and archers had good synergy, able to both attack and defend if paired up.

"Kuur," Habeen called, running up to the taller woman. "Why don't we pair up to take on these axe-wielding maniac fellows? I figured that we could give them a bit of a headache while attacking from a distance, and that they wouldn't want to get too close to one of these." Habeen held up her forged Flux tome, which she affectionately called "Voodoo" (after the commonly-used modern name of her traditional magic).

Kuur nodded, keeping herself busy rechecking her bow for non-existant imperfections. It was more habit than actual nessesity, something that remained from her childhood years in the desert.  "I...understand." Her voice, soft and lilting as always, held a note of arrogance. "This will be... easy."  

"Sure hope so." Habeen shrugged. Her ornamental bones clacked against each other as she moved. "I've run across a fair share of these brigand fellows in my travels. Usually aren't the brightest folks. Especially not the beefy ones. Though I have come across some exceptions, of which I hope these bandits are not."

The archer mirrored Habeen's shrug with one of her own. "You... didn't have me... along." Her lips twitched upward in a faint smile, a hint of pride adding to the note of surety. "Bright or... not. They all go... down... with an arrow in their... skull."

Habeen smiled wider. "Suppose the bigger the brain, the easier it is to sever the front mass off. And please, don't ask me how I know that." She waved off the thought.

It was actually quite the tale, involving a surgery, three books, and an angry chicken. But that incident is for another day, perhaps in a support conversation.

Habeen hefted her books. "Well, you let me know if there's anybody further than ten yards away from us that you think is looking to split our own skulls open. I'll pop them real quick." She patted her Mire tome. "Though I don't suppose you plan on letting that happen. For at least forty yards."

Kuur snorted quietly, waving her hand with insulting dismissiveness. "If... I miss... I'll be sure to... get you." It took her a few seconds to get over the worst of the silent giggles as she again began to focus on the task at hand. Green eyes flashed as she glanced out across the open field toward where the duo's targets were located. She raised her arm, all traces of mirth gone and her emotionless manner of speaking returning in full. "If we move... now... we'll beat Lilith... and the other... swordswoman... to the axemen."

"Well, why don't we do that, then?" And with that, Habeen quickly scanned the scene, looking for someone to give the old one-two. "We just have to keep them from offering their fellow thugs some strong-arm support."

"I'll just divert their attention from anybody else..." Habeen muttered as she flipped through her Mire tome. She found the page she needed, then placed a palm on the page. White, ethereal circles orbited Habeen's forearm, lighting up the tufts of fur on her wristbands. In the distance, Habeen opened her eyes a crack just to watch the axemen squirm as her magic worked them into a frenzy. She heard panicked screaming that turned to roars of fury.

"And... I think it should be safe to start shooting," Habeen said, glancing over at Kuur and snapping her book shut with a satisfying thud.

"...Understood." The amazon-like woman took off from Habeen's side with a loping stride, nocking an arrow to the well-kept bowstring as she dashed into the grass. 

The nearest axeman, a brutish looking fellow whose skin had been burned a nasty red by the corrosive green foam of the Mire curse, looked up just in time to recieve Kuur's first arrow to his right eye socket. Kuur smirked at the sight, feeling the pleasure of a job well done. The archer pulled another arrow out of her quiver, lining up her next target as the rage just as quickly turned back into panic with the arrival of the two swordswomen.

Look at her go, Habeen thought to herself, before turning to a dog-eared page in her Voodoo tome. She whistled as she calmly strode into the fray. Another axeman, this one directly in front of her, raised his axe to tear Habeen a new one; the folk magician simply cracked open the book and said, "Ou se kounye a mannken mwen; vire lam ou sou kè ou!"

A ring of magic circled around the axeman's axe-holding arm and froze it in space, before dissipating and inadvertently(?) causing the axe-wielding bandit to tear his own chest open. The bandit screamed silently as his lungs and heart gurgled. He collapsed. "That was certainly a pleasant sight," Habeen said [3/4] sarcastically. She didn't take [total] joy from doing that.
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