As she continued to pace down the narrowing corridors, Mtoto paused for a moment as her ear perked up to the echoing sound of metal grinding against stone and the clanging of armor coming from the direction she had just come from. "What was that?", she thought to herself as her hand instinctively began to draw towards the hilt of her sword strapped to her back. She began to spin on her heels to go check for herself when another noise caught her attention, this time much closer...and much more dire to her own situation. Her attention darted back towards the direction she was initially headed, and without pause, she drew her weapon from its scabbard.
Four figures, all clad in tattered robes and chain mail were making their way up the dimly lit path, their weapons drawn in hand and their rusted armor chiming down the hall. It appeared they hadn't noticed her just yet, but she knew once they did, there'd be no hesitation to strike at her. "They must have heard that noise as well...Damn it. So much for a covert sneak in..." As the group began to draw closer, the two lancers leading the pack finally took notice of the misplaced hooded Miqo'te standing alone in the corridor, yet before they could even charge, an eruption of flames burst down the hall towards them, knocking one of them back from the preemptive strike and temporarily halting the two forming the rear from stepping closer.
Without wasting any time after casting Fira, Mtoto lunged forward to strike at the closest person who had been headed towards her. As she broke through the Hyur's guard, her blade met the wooden shaft of his spear, swiftly slicing through the weapon and leaving the man with nothing but the wooden haft of a polearm. Her off hand reached towards the man's face, grasping it as she pushed him backwards with the momentum of her attack. As the back of his head hit the ground with a heavy thud, Mtoto reeled her hand back as she formed a fist, throwing it forward to land squarely between the man's eyes, leaving him unconscious from the blow.
Still stunned by the sudden attack, the two in the back finally charged in to aid their downed comrades. As she quickly rose to her feet to face the attackers, her sword met the blade of the man who had just charged her. The sound of steel echoed down the hall as she parried his down ward strike before pushing the man back with a kick to his stomach. The woman by his side took this as her cue to strike, but it was clear the woman was ill versed in the art of swordplay, which made dodging her thrusts all the more easier. As Mtoto dodged the woman's strikes, she smirked to herself, finally bringing her own sword to parry and knocking the blade from her attacker's hand. As the woman reached for dagger stowed away at her belt, Mtoto quickly reached forward to cast Thundara on the woman, shocking and stunning her before she fell to her knees.
The other gladiator reeled forward again, though this time around there was a burning fury in his eyes as he raised his sword above his head to strike down once more. Using her off hand, she swiftly grabbed the hand gripped around his sword's handle before flipping her own sword around to strike just under his elbow with the pommel of her own weapon, causing him to drop his blade with a cry of pain. He recoiled, but before he could react again, a plated knee met his stomach as Mtoto clutched on to his sword arm. She continued to knee the man before striking him just above the back of his neck with the butt of her sword, leaving another unconscious.
The lancer who had been knocked down from her Fira began to rise to his feet finally, his eyes widened in horror as he saw all his comrades on the ground and the woman clad in white walking towards him, sword drawn at her side. He readied his spear, trembling as his knees buckled. As she approached the youngest looking of the four, she offered a smirk before extending her hand towards the lad, palm facing him as she cast a spell to lull him into a deep slumber. As he dozed off and released grip of his spear, Mtoto moved forward to catch him before he fell forward to the ground, easing his fall as to reduce the noise he would make had she not. Once laid down, she returned to the others, casting sleep on each one in turn before looking back towards the direction the sound from earlier had come from, waiting to hear for anything else.
After a moment, the noise in the distance returned. She knew that sound. Someone was engaged in combat. But who? Could it be those from the surface? She couldn't tell without seeing for herself, and even more, she felt compelled to turn back. If that man from earlier was back there, she had to ask him. She had to know.
Four figures, all clad in tattered robes and chain mail were making their way up the dimly lit path, their weapons drawn in hand and their rusted armor chiming down the hall. It appeared they hadn't noticed her just yet, but she knew once they did, there'd be no hesitation to strike at her. "They must have heard that noise as well...Damn it. So much for a covert sneak in..." As the group began to draw closer, the two lancers leading the pack finally took notice of the misplaced hooded Miqo'te standing alone in the corridor, yet before they could even charge, an eruption of flames burst down the hall towards them, knocking one of them back from the preemptive strike and temporarily halting the two forming the rear from stepping closer.
Without wasting any time after casting Fira, Mtoto lunged forward to strike at the closest person who had been headed towards her. As she broke through the Hyur's guard, her blade met the wooden shaft of his spear, swiftly slicing through the weapon and leaving the man with nothing but the wooden haft of a polearm. Her off hand reached towards the man's face, grasping it as she pushed him backwards with the momentum of her attack. As the back of his head hit the ground with a heavy thud, Mtoto reeled her hand back as she formed a fist, throwing it forward to land squarely between the man's eyes, leaving him unconscious from the blow.
Still stunned by the sudden attack, the two in the back finally charged in to aid their downed comrades. As she quickly rose to her feet to face the attackers, her sword met the blade of the man who had just charged her. The sound of steel echoed down the hall as she parried his down ward strike before pushing the man back with a kick to his stomach. The woman by his side took this as her cue to strike, but it was clear the woman was ill versed in the art of swordplay, which made dodging her thrusts all the more easier. As Mtoto dodged the woman's strikes, she smirked to herself, finally bringing her own sword to parry and knocking the blade from her attacker's hand. As the woman reached for dagger stowed away at her belt, Mtoto quickly reached forward to cast Thundara on the woman, shocking and stunning her before she fell to her knees.
The other gladiator reeled forward again, though this time around there was a burning fury in his eyes as he raised his sword above his head to strike down once more. Using her off hand, she swiftly grabbed the hand gripped around his sword's handle before flipping her own sword around to strike just under his elbow with the pommel of her own weapon, causing him to drop his blade with a cry of pain. He recoiled, but before he could react again, a plated knee met his stomach as Mtoto clutched on to his sword arm. She continued to knee the man before striking him just above the back of his neck with the butt of her sword, leaving another unconscious.
The lancer who had been knocked down from her Fira began to rise to his feet finally, his eyes widened in horror as he saw all his comrades on the ground and the woman clad in white walking towards him, sword drawn at her side. He readied his spear, trembling as his knees buckled. As she approached the youngest looking of the four, she offered a smirk before extending her hand towards the lad, palm facing him as she cast a spell to lull him into a deep slumber. As he dozed off and released grip of his spear, Mtoto moved forward to catch him before he fell forward to the ground, easing his fall as to reduce the noise he would make had she not. Once laid down, she returned to the others, casting sleep on each one in turn before looking back towards the direction the sound from earlier had come from, waiting to hear for anything else.
After a moment, the noise in the distance returned. She knew that sound. Someone was engaged in combat. But who? Could it be those from the surface? She couldn't tell without seeing for herself, and even more, she felt compelled to turn back. If that man from earlier was back there, she had to ask him. She had to know.
Take some bacon and I put it in a pancake.
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