!!O+eQDn0BBx8 05/17/11(Tue)00:34 No.14953468|
Eventually, though, their caution proves to be their undoing. With a lightning fast flurry she drives all three back and swiftly turns, scooping up Quorin and running through the still-open doorway to the tower. Their blades strike true into her back, but their cries of astonishment as she merely continues to run unharmed show the price they paid for not landing a strike on her before that point.
This of course leads to a running battle up the spiraling stairways of the tower, the valiant paladin besieged both above and below by guards. Eventually the inevitable happens, her flashing blade falters and a blow strikes true... Quorin’s head is split asunder, Tissa crying out in dismay. Now, her fury redoubled and unburdened by either dead weight or vulnerability to blades, she scythes through the guards and quickly emerges onto the top of the wall.
Three elves are there, waiting for her.
“Well, that certainly doesn’t look promising.” Fane comments to Koria before looking back over his shoulder “Ithrin, would you be so good as to tell us what... /that/ is, that she’s wearing?”
The dour elf squints at Tissa as she begins to advance warily, sword up. “No idea. Doesn’t look like it’s easy to cut through, though. Be careful.” he says with a grimace, drawing a hand from his robe pockets and lifting it palm-out toward at the paladin, a sphere of fire forming within it as he does so. With a cry Tissa charges, only to be met by a blurringly fast sweep of Fane’s blade, making her instinctively dive to the side despite her armor.
“Now, now.” the black-haired elf says with a cold smile, lifting his blade in a mock salute, “I’m afraid I won’t allow you do that. Can’t have you cutting at my unarmored friend, there. How about we dance first? I’m a much better match.” As he speaks he flourishes the dagger in his left hand at himself, indicating his own mirror-like mithril chainmail and gleaming halfhelm.