Re: LadyElvenarcher and Shade vs. Puck the Trickster and Duke of Clubs (Plains)
That was damn well enough of that, if Kellson had anything to say about it.
“All right. Let’s go. Or, you know. We could just stand here for another hour.”
Ita turned, very slowly, to stare at him. Kellson shrugged.
“Fine. See you later.”
He began walking towards where the glow had stopped. “You’re aware that I can hear you coming up behind me, right?”
The light footfalls stopped. Pause. Started slowly again, even softer. “And now, too.” Kellson sighed and turned.
“Okay. Listen to me now and talk to me later, old timer.”
“Old?”
“You’re older than me, as you love to point out. First off, we need to work together to win this. Can you zip across the sky in a purple blaze? I can’t. This isn’t going to be a walk in the park, man. Pull yourself together and quit being such an arrogant moron. Secondly, if you touch me again, bad things will happen. To you. Not to me. And third, see point one. Now, are you with me, or is this going to have to be a two on one on one? And that would be pretty bad, because the pair would win. I guarantee it. They had skill enough to get in this.”
Ita was stock still. Then, he growled, “No one has insulted me so and lived to tell of it.”
“I suspect they didn’t,” Kellson shot back, and turned again. “None of them had skill to back up their mouth. Who’s that remind me of…”
He heard the footfalls easily now, and was ready. He whirled and grabbed at Ita’s arm, but missed, and the Black Rider had his hand around Kellson’s throat. Kellson grinned and Ita felt something prickling at his stomach. He looked down. Kellson had a knife.
“I said, if you touch me again, bad things will happen. To you. To be exact, I’ll spill your guts all over the ground and have to explain to the opponents why my partner isn’t here.”
They both eased back.
“Let’s do this, all right?” Kellson asked. “If it makes you feel better, you can commit dastardly acts of revenge or something after this.”
This time, they both walked side by side. It wasn’t out of companionship; neither wanted to expose their back to the other, but it was better than before, Kellson thought. The minutes passed by in silence, nothing but the rustle of the tall grass to be heard. It was peaceful. Kellson entertained cynical thoughts about how it wouldn’t be peaceful in a few minutes, but let them go.
“I’m gonna go aerial,” he said. “Be right back.”
He floated up into the cloudy sky. Very stormy. It would be so ironic, wouldn’t it, to be struck dead by lightning in the middle of a battle. ‘Twouldn’t be very funny, though. Kellson muttered a proverb from the Gospel of Me: It’s Only Funny when it’s Not Happening To You. Thunder rolled in a distance, a deep, booming roar.
“When it isn’t happening to me,” he muttered.
Silence. Then…
“Sweet monkey Christ!”
The flaming purple comet he had seen sped past him at Speed.
“Oh, my GOD.”
Kellson was already pulling out his rapid firing crossbow. That was the other modification to his fighting style he’d made before the tourney: he’d added a second firing mechanism so that it would shoot two bolts at one time. He cocked it mid-spin and turned to see the comet halt abruptly. It was indeed a monkey. Good call, Kellson thought. He leveled the bow.
“Try that again and I’ll put six of these in your eyes, midget,” he shouted. The thing screeched and shot at him again. Kellson folded his wings and dropped like a stone.
Ita was already fighting the other opponent. No, opponents. So this woman brings a wolf and I can’t bring a hedgehog? Not fair at all, Kellson thought, scowling. He extended his wings and flew parallel to the ground about four feet up, zipping past the woman and kicking her in the leg.
“Afternoon,” he called, flipping onto his back and looking back towards them. An explosion sent him tumbling into the sky. Monkey!
It hurled purple globes at him. “Konjiro ‘plode you!” he squealed.
Kellson stopped, hovered in the air by beating his wings faster, and held out his hand. Golden light shot from his fist, meeting a sphere thrown by Konjiro. There was a dazzling explosion, but the sphere was gone. The others weren’t, and Kellson had to wait a few seconds to charge up.
“Oh bug-“
He swooped to avoid purple flame.
“-Er!”
OoC: Dude, wouldn't it feel weird to be pwned by a demon monkey? Crazy.