!vf05RX1JTQ 09/26/10(Sun)22:55 No.12236618|
Kicking down, you launch yourself upward, gaining the maximum possible height off the falling crates. With a flap of your wings, you manage a backflip. In a flash of white feathers, you are again on top of the next stack of crates, no worse for the ordeal, this time. Unlike the press gang. The half orc seems to be ignoring the cut you gave him, but one wasn't so lucky, and was pinned by the falling crates. Judging by his bulging eyes, pained expression, and the fact that he looks like he's having trouble breathing, he won't be much of a problem.
Jarrik's next shot is on target, and takes one of them in the back. With a scream, one tumbles off the pier into the water, windmilling and writhing, trying to get the bolt out of his back. A pink discoloration blooms near the surface of the water.
Halforc isn't done, yet, though. He picks up the club from the crushed member of the gang, and flings it at you. You manage to knock it aside with your blade, and bounces off your right shoulder. A little painful, and probably a bruise, but no damage otherwise. The second one, you manage to deflect completely.
"Strong but useless? What a perfectly /normal/ orc." you shout, taunting. It's hard to draw breath, but worth it. His face turns an ugly red.
"Truly, I've seen clever and more competent goblins." you continue. That got him. With an enraged scream, he charges, aiming to shove over your crates again. You aim for his throat, intending to put him down for good, when a club knocks your left leg out of alignment. Stumbling to your knee, and flapping your wings reflexively, you miss, and stab him in the gut, as he shoves the crates back onto the gang member behind you, and you down onto your back on the pavement. There's a crack as your head hits the ground, but you maintain consciousness. The pain from you impact, especially in your chest, makes you wish you hadn't, however.