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Post by avisis on Feb 4, 2012 1:35:27 GMT -5
Brusi senses the shift before he looks over his shoulder; seeing the thing charging at him, he growls in malice and turns, settling his weight like a bull preparing to charge. What, exactly, he thinks he can accomplish besides dying immediately is questionable.
He probably would, too, if Blasius didn't give a furious shout ("You thickbrained cock!") and fling his sword towards the dragon's head. Aerodynamic? No. Useful? No. Able to injure? Probably not. Distracting? Yes, very yes.
The door to the sleeping lodge slides open soundlessly---something only one of the five family members can achieve. Svin, recognizing this, unthinkingly holds his breath. In the doorway, Vorfeitr clutches his weapon tighter, and says, in a singsong, low tone, "And who's this fox, sneaking in the hen-house?"
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Post by Conway on Feb 4, 2012 2:07:00 GMT -5
Something cracks against his rocky skull and Bragsi's run slows, head cocked like a bird to eye up the sword now laying on the ground. A moments thought and he's snapped it up and tossed his head, sending the blade even further from his opponents. Only after he's done this does he turn his wrathful roar on Blasius and charge him instead.
"Oh, someone heard you did they, little one? It's all fell and fine to me." He thinks to bring his blade back out before moving forward, one hand to hold both of his captive wrists and force him to walk ahead of him on tiptoes. "You'll let me outside if you don't want to lose her."
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Post by avisis on Feb 5, 2012 21:32:55 GMT -5
This dragon's a thinker. Onaemr notes that as he yells for them to join him; they can't easily out-maneuver it, and they can't easily trick it. What should they do? He almost beats his fist against his head in frustration. Instead, though, he gestures for them to follow him. They need to grab Svin and run.
Vorfeitr snorts, low and awkward in his throat, at the words; but he backs away from the doorframe, then slicks down into a mocking bow, one arm gesturing to the open air. "For surety, my lord."
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Post by Conway on Feb 5, 2012 22:54:05 GMT -5
Well despite the lack of actual combat...chasing them is fun. He'd just really like to get his teeth in something. They've avoided him thus far by redirecting his targets but if they're grouping maybe he'll be able to catch up.
Locx pushes Svin ahead of him but pauses at the doorway, inclining his head genially to the man there. "After you."
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Post by avisis on Feb 5, 2012 23:14:49 GMT -5
Vorfeitr bows out, obediently; outside, he nods towards the galloping mess headed towards them. "Mind doing something about your dog? No use taking a hostage if there's no one left to barter with."
Which isn't true at all; this intruder is most likely to kill all the fighters, and then frighten, fuck, or fight the weakest survivor until they reveal the location of any treasure on site. Judging by Svin's body language, he knows that, too; he's trembling in his too-big boots. But he keeps his head down, refusing to plead in Vorfeitr's direction.
Onaemr nearly shouts when he sees a large man step out of their sleeping quarters, Svin prodded along on tip-toe before him; instead, though, he bows his head and runs like the wind. Behind him, he hears Blasius growl in fury and Brusi put his head down to bound; behind them, he can hear the thudding, nearing pounds of angry dragon.
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Post by Conway on Feb 5, 2012 23:29:01 GMT -5
"Oh." He says it as if he'd forgotten the dragon had even come with him. "Of course." The threatening knife is temporarily withdrawn, shuffled to lower fingers so his thumb and pointer can be used to whistle. It's loud and clear and the dragons attention is immediately diverted, the chase stopped to give his full attention to Locx. He would tell the dragon to come but, that would still have the beast moving after the group. For now he just tells him "Hold." and the dragon stops, obedient.
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Post by avisis on Feb 5, 2012 23:33:02 GMT -5
Svin breathes easier when the knife is withdrawn. His wide eyes lift to Vorfeitr, and his thinned lips pinch together even tighter. Vorfeitr grins in pride over his bravery.
Onaemr approaches cautiously, the older brothers moving close to his shoulders. He stops several yards away, enough to see Svin's face, not enough to speak quietly. "What do you want from us? Let my family go."
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