The bandit's eyes flared in immediate apprehension. Quickly turning his head and raising an arm to try and protect his eyes from a dampened, clump of sand that Tobias had cutely chosen to blind him with, the man came to an abrupt stop. As quick as his reactions were however, they were not enough to save him from the attack. The blackened, sludge sailed stealthily through the night air and collected predominantly in his left eye - with a few loose grains finding their way in his right. Tarquin let out a grievous howl in response before quickly attempting to clean his eyes with a brisk wipe of his balled fists. His right eye stung fiercely in spite of it being the least affected, though his quick reaction at the very least had allowed him to retain sight within it.
"KWWEEEHHHH!!!"
The only indication of the impending strike. The noise from the beast's hurried pace towards the hyur had been completely dampened by the torrential rain and allowed it to quickly close the distance on Tarquin to the point where it became too late for the man to react. The bandit quickly jolted his head to the left in time to see a wall of feathers encapsulate the little he retained of his blurry sight before he was sent flying backwards through the air with a tremendous kick. The beast's strength was understandably exceptional and had temporarily winded the male as he lay writhing on his back on the ground within the collection of mud-saturated pools. Regardless, the adrenaline coursed through his veins relentlessly. If he gave his foes an ilm now it would all be over for him. Quickly raising his weapon upwards and waving it both blindly and aggressively, Tarquin succeeded in staving off any follow up attack from the giant bird as he clambered back to his feet.
"W-We'll see... how arrogant you are a-after I gut your fucking pet, Garlean" Tarquin spat viciously, struggling to speak after having suffered the chocobo's blow, as he removed one hand from his weapon's grip to briefly clean the remainder of the sludge from his eyes. He couldn't open his left eye and his right squinted painfully in the direction of Tobias. Albeit, it was enough to finish what he had started. Reaching then for his cloak, Tarquin tore it away from his body and cast it high and away into the darkness of the night in order to grant himself better mobility. His face was blackened with water-running dirt as the lashing rain washed down upon his exposed form.
It was time to finish this. Loot or no, these travelers would not live to see the light of another day.
A distance away, Draevyn and Kiearia were now faced with their own predicament as Senaca calmly emerged from the shadows and took position to obstruct both their paths. Her fiery eyes sternly met with the males' as she pointed towards him, announcing herself in a commanding tone.
"Lower the miqo'te".
Her voice was unusually pleasant for one in her position, though at the same time, authoritative. Were it not for her previous assault on Tobias and her menacing daggers, one would hardly assume she posed any threat.
"I have no interest in harming a non combatant. My fight is with you, lancer".
"KWWEEEHHHH!!!"
The only indication of the impending strike. The noise from the beast's hurried pace towards the hyur had been completely dampened by the torrential rain and allowed it to quickly close the distance on Tarquin to the point where it became too late for the man to react. The bandit quickly jolted his head to the left in time to see a wall of feathers encapsulate the little he retained of his blurry sight before he was sent flying backwards through the air with a tremendous kick. The beast's strength was understandably exceptional and had temporarily winded the male as he lay writhing on his back on the ground within the collection of mud-saturated pools. Regardless, the adrenaline coursed through his veins relentlessly. If he gave his foes an ilm now it would all be over for him. Quickly raising his weapon upwards and waving it both blindly and aggressively, Tarquin succeeded in staving off any follow up attack from the giant bird as he clambered back to his feet.
"W-We'll see... how arrogant you are a-after I gut your fucking pet, Garlean" Tarquin spat viciously, struggling to speak after having suffered the chocobo's blow, as he removed one hand from his weapon's grip to briefly clean the remainder of the sludge from his eyes. He couldn't open his left eye and his right squinted painfully in the direction of Tobias. Albeit, it was enough to finish what he had started. Reaching then for his cloak, Tarquin tore it away from his body and cast it high and away into the darkness of the night in order to grant himself better mobility. His face was blackened with water-running dirt as the lashing rain washed down upon his exposed form.
It was time to finish this. Loot or no, these travelers would not live to see the light of another day.
A distance away, Draevyn and Kiearia were now faced with their own predicament as Senaca calmly emerged from the shadows and took position to obstruct both their paths. Her fiery eyes sternly met with the males' as she pointed towards him, announcing herself in a commanding tone.
"Lower the miqo'te".
Her voice was unusually pleasant for one in her position, though at the same time, authoritative. Were it not for her previous assault on Tobias and her menacing daggers, one would hardly assume she posed any threat.
"I have no interest in harming a non combatant. My fight is with you, lancer".
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
