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Post by jackygirl on Feb 8, 2017 22:02:11 GMT
Yonet turns grinning to Lauren "The boss and the templar are gonna have a proper throw down and don't get any ideas I've got dibs on being next you can wait your turn." The last word turns into a growl, Yonet's blood is pumping now she needs to fight or fuck or both otherwise she'll go mad.
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Post by Envy on Feb 8, 2017 22:07:59 GMT
Great Yonet blood is pumping now walking over to Lauren and Yonet "Yonet you do love to see people fighting or bedding each other don't you?" Looking over towards Lauren he similes " Good morning to you my friend did you sleep well?" Asks Taethron while Teal runs over to her wanting to be petted.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 8, 2017 22:20:29 GMT
Iris arrives at the meeting point with Bherick. The scene she is witnessing causes her to groan in frustration. "Maker's breath, you must be joking. Tristan, we do not have time for you to exert dominance!" She scolds him. How could he be so foolish to even consider attacking her? And why does the Knight-Captain has the need to show off her strength? Egotistical, to say the least. Both are being childish in what she suspects this to be is a competition of who has more power. "Must he embarrass us all with such petty displays?" She mumbles, but loud enough for Tristan to hear.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 9, 2017 3:55:24 GMT
He gives Clara a look of surprise, he wasn't expecting that. Though this was clearly a trick, either to prove something or just to make him look foolish. He smiles back at Clara and shakes his head no. As he turns he's met with his group showing up almost one by one. He almost walks away from Clara until Iris mutters an insult intentionally just loud enough for him to hear. His fist tightens for a moment, but he inhales a deep breath and smiles at his group the first time he's smiled in a week. "No matter what I do, you'll always be the embarrassment to the group Iris." His smile continues as he climbs on top of the wagon. "Alright I wanted to be in the forest two hours ago, lets move it you slobs."
He puts a bit of power behind his words, a natural charisma spreads from him, slowly infecting the others with confidence. "Yon, you're driving the only asses I want you staring at, are the horse's." A jokers smile sits on his face, he's socializing a lot better than normal and is enjoying the rush. "Taethron, you're on maps, so you're up front with Yon, make sure she doesn't hit on every girl we pass." He points towards the shield maiden and smiles. "Lauren you'll switch out with Yon in a few hours, so make sure you're well rested. Bherick you keep watch in the back of the wagon make sure nothing sneaks up on us. Alright guys everyone has their assignments lets go." He pauses for a second as he begins to turn into the wagon, he quickly turns back around with a grin. "Iris I almost forgot about you." He fishes around his pocket and pulls out a small button, and flips it to her. "You better protect that button with your life understood? That is Andraste's sacred button, if anything happens to that a rift will open in the sky spilling demons out. I figured you could handle that job." He looks over at Clara with a mocking tone he speaks. "Now if you're done trying to show how tough you are, we are burning daylight." He offers a hand to Clara with a strong smile on, ready to begin the adventure.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 9, 2017 5:51:19 GMT
Iris scowls at his comment calling her an embarrassment. She sure wants to see him call her an embarrassment when he gets hurt and she's the only healer in their group at this moment. He once again tries to become Karla. Karla always made teasing remarks which Iris shrugged off, but coming from a man who absolutely no humour just came off as insulting. Maybe that's why she doesn't take him seriously all the time, because he's trying to be too much like Karla, which results in him looking more as a mimic than a true leader.
And now she REALLY doesn't take him seriously when he asks her to protect a dammed button! She isn't standing for that. She throws the button at his back when he turns to Clara. "Unless you are going to be serious to me on this contract, I will listen to Bherick's orders over yours!" She growls, she is not going to let him fuck around with giving orders just because she hurt his little, insignificant feelings. Everybody else apart from Yonet is being professional for this contract that may just save the company and he thinks he has the time to do such humourless insults. "Perhaps this is one reason of many why your father looks down on you so." She blurts out. She immediately regrets saying that, thinking she let her frustration and anger get the better of her. She feels bad for making this personal and the emotion is clear on her face for a half second before steeling herself back up. Well, maybe it will cause him to knock it off and actually be a leader for once in his miserable life.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 9, 2017 6:32:32 GMT
 Something snaps inside him, something he's never felt overcomes him. A raging fire boils his blood, Tristan looks at Carla for a moment. He knew how'd she would act, how he had to stand up for himself at this moment or otherwise he will be just a child letting his people walk all over him. He tired to be serious, and she insulted him. He tried to fun and she screamed, if she wants him angry she just got it. "Be careful what you wish for." He thinks to himself as he jumps off the wagon. "All of you." His voice is low at first but then builds into a shout. "Get in the fucking wagon now!" He stands up straight, and marches to Iris walking past the others with his hand resting on his hilt. Tristan wasn't there anymore a beast sat behind his eyes, using his body as a puppet. He stared at her for a moment thinking of his words over carefully.
 "Bherick's orders are my orders! This is why you are an embarrassment," He is at full shout he no longer cares who see's or hears what happens next. "Why should I be serious to you? What have you done to prove your worth to me? Karla liked you, but I'm not Karla she's dead and she's never coming back. You need to get it through the thick skull of yours, that your insults aren't going to be tolerated anymore." His words have a lot of weight behind them he is relentless while on the attack. "You stand here and whine about how I do things, but then you do nothing to help. You're fucking pathetic, you blame me for everything and when I do everything to save this company you still complain about me." He positions himself in a fighting stance in case Iris loses it. "You don't like me? Well that's fine, I hear there's a circle looking for members maybe Carla can give you a hand." He would normally regret that line, but he doesn't care today. "We are leaving in two minutes, you have two choices. You go back inside Denerim, get grabbed by the Templars, and brought back to the circle. Or you can shut the fuck up, realize I am the only thing keeping you free, thank me for it and get on the fucking wagon." His eye burn with his comments he's had enough and won't take it anymore. "Or do you think you can save us. Go ahead tell me where you're going to get the three thousand sovereigns we owe? How are you going to keep the Templars off the groups back? I'm sure they'd love to have a chat with you about that. Where are you going to get all of our lyrium? How many contacts do you have that will pay us enough to actually make a profit? How about you leverage your family name, take a few loans out from other nobles? Oh right cause you can't do any of that can you?" His line of questions had crossed the line, he knew it but didn't care. "You're nothing, if it wasn't for the magic in your blood, you would have been married off to the bakers son from your nothing village and lived a mediocre life of pregnancy after pregnancy. I had a future, I could have gotten a cozy position and never work a day in my life. People like you would have been servants to me, I chose to stay because you were my family. I love all of you more than I will ever love the Drakes." His anger was still there, but it lessened a bit.
 "I would die a thousand deaths for all of you, I don't know why you hate me so much. It always bothered me I did whatever I could to fix it. I thought the problem was me so I tried to take everything more serious, but then you berate me. I try to have a bit of fun but now I'm not serious enough. I'm done playing this game because I can't win. I can't win, because the problem is you." He still stands ready to fight if it came to that. "So fine this is the Tristan you get I hope its everything you wanted, because its what you deserve." He turns his head to the others still beyond angry at this point. "I told you all to get the fuck on the wagon!" He yells one more time before turning his gaze back at Iris. "Time's up Iris make your choice."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 9, 2017 7:13:48 GMT
To say Tristan's anger surprised Iris is an understatement. The verbal attack and belittling her into total humiliation is just how Templar Eric treated her in his pastime. She feels scared as she sees Eric in front of her instead of Tristan as he continues, the thought of going back to the Circle terrifies her to her core. She resents him even further. He is trying to explain that he's the one keeping everybody safe, keeping Iris safe. However, she is taking it the wrong way and what she is getting from this is him bragging about how superior he is above them all, but she is too scared to lash back at him, becoming the broken girl back in the prison of hell years ago.
"Don't allow that Fear to control you. If you do, Eric wins." Karla's words echo inside Iris' mind as this goes on. It was one golden rule her leader gave her when they were working conquer the crippling state of anxiety she was in at the time. She feels weak, emotions taking ahold of her like this? She wants to speak up, to do something... but she can't. Karla's most important rule she set out for her to regain confidence and she has now broken it. Karla would be disappointed...
Instincts tell her to defend herself. To call upon a blast of force to knock 'Eric' away from her and create distance now that she has taken note of his combat stance, thinking he is gonna lunge at her. It takes all her willpower to hold back. She will NEVER attack one of her own, no matter how severe they get to her, and that the person in front of her is Tristan, not Eric!
At his final question, Iris does not hesitate. She throws the hood of her robes over her head to hide he obvious terror and makes a B line to the wagon, sitting down and refusing to make eye contact with anybody. She does not want them to see her like this, she is not that person anymore! She doesn't want to be that person anymore! She mentally beats herself for allowing herself to fall into that state again, beating herself further as she can't control the single tear breaking away from her eye and trailing slowly her cheek. She pushes her head down to look at the wooden bottom of the wagon so nobody else sees.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 9, 2017 8:11:47 GMT
Yon licks her lips panting as she stares at the templar the yelling from Tristain and Iris seems to be coming from a long way away all she can hear is her blood pumping it feels her ears with a steady thud-thud. All of a sudden she feels someone grab her wrist she turns quickly bringing the blunt end of her staff around at what would be head height for a human but hitting nothing. Bherick stares up at her with a friendly smile "Good thing I'm so bloody short 'ey Yon?" The thudding fades and is replaced by a slight sense of shame something Yon isn't used to. "Damn right old dog bet you were never so glad to be a short-ass!" Bherick relaxes and lets go of her wrist "You're lucky I like you Yon or I might cut your legs off and see how you like being short." Yon laughs "If you keep sweet talking me like that you might make Mirta jealous and by the smell of you she jumped your bones pretty well last night." Her chuckle deepens as Bherick's face turns red. "Well anyway boss says you're up front with Taethron try not to drive us into any trees."
Yon takes up her reigns but on the way past Clara she growls "You wanna wrestle? You better come to me."
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 9, 2017 9:38:34 GMT
Having dealt with Yon Bherick wiped the sweat from his forehead as much as he liked her sometimes she scared the shit out of him. He was glad Tristain was taking proper command of this thing but he could have done it without being quite so cruel to Iris although Bherick would admit she needed a lesson in respecting the chain of command. Pulling himself onto the back of the wagon. Spotting Iris sitting there looking miserable he takes a seat beside her and without saying anything simply lays a comforting hand on her shoulder.
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Post by Hunter on Feb 9, 2017 12:34:05 GMT
Lauren assisted to what just happened, she wanted to intervene, to stop both of them but it wasn't her place to do that, she looked at her companions, none of them dared to move too and Clara just watched the scene without saying anything. Tristan went too far for Lauren, sure Iris was at fault too but... All the things he said... The Misfits never argued like that when Karla was still alive. The shield warrior shaked the thought away and took her place in the wagon, a gloomy exprssion on her face.
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Post by Raz on Feb 10, 2017 3:25:59 GMT
Clara watched the scene play out, her interest piqued. She had planned on letting the boy get a good strike in on her to allow him to gain his people's respect. But this had worked so much better than she had expected. She watched him break Iris down until she was running to hide herself from their sight. That was exactly what he had needed to do to get her in line. Trying to appease Iris was never going to work. A strong hand was what it would take to keep Iris from causing problems. She was thrilled that that Tristan was standing up for himself. That'll help this operation go much smoother. She was distracted from the spectacle when she heard a voice practically growl in her ear about wanting to wrestle. As an automatic response she said, "You want to lay down with me? Then you'll have to earn it." She had to push the thought of laying down with that great beast of a woman before she lost her train of thought. She walked over to Tristan while the others loaded into the wagon. "That was impressive." She said quietly enough for only him to hear and patted him on the shoulder. "Keep that up and you'll be an unparalleled leader." She said before heading to the wagon herself.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 10, 2017 4:26:46 GMT
The anger sits heavy on his shoulders trying to pull him down, he tries to breath, to calm himself. Unfortunately he can't center himself, he closes his eyes tight. "Karla help me, I can't do this I wasn't meant for this." His confidence is shaken, how easy it was for him to lose himself, he wanted to feel guilty. There was no guilt though, he felt justified everything was right with the world for the first time in his life. Clara approached him her words had no affect on him, he didn't care about her opinion, this was all her fault. "She pushed Iris into that state. No Iris was always like this she didn't deserve the freedom she squanders. All of them owe everything to me." He screams in his head a voice that didn't sound quite like his, but felt at home like it always belonged.
He slaps away Clara's hand and just gives her a look that shouts 'never touch me again'. He strides towards the wagon and pulls himself up. He sits behind Yon making sure he's opposite of Iris, he as stare that could burn a hole through her. He closes his eyes as the wagon starts up. "It'll be half a day until we hit the entrance of the forest, That's when Yon switches off with Lauren." There is still a fire in his voice though it is dimming a bit. "We will take a short rest there, for the horses, and then we will ride a few more hours into the forest to camp for the night." With that he sits in the wagon his eyes shut, as the wagon rolls along towards their destination.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 10, 2017 7:55:47 GMT
During the wagon trip, Iris calmed down considerably, the only difference being is her heart turning colder. She was out of line, she saw that when she freaked out over his stupid attempted button joke. She felt horrible when she blurted the insult about his father, it was uncalled for. But he dare threatens to send her back to the Circle? She hoped he did the same as her, said something he didn't mean, but she saw no guilt or remorse in those eyes, he was serious. That's not leadership, it's tyranny. He then rubbed his nobility in her face, in everyone's face by the way he worded it out that he's the only one keeping the company afloat. True that he has been keeping it standing during these hard times, but without Iris and the others there would not be a company to begin with. He isn't cut out for this... But Karla saw something in him that Iris obviously didn't, she wouldn't pick a second in Command at random, she saw his potential. To honour that memory, Iris is gonna suck it up and give him a chance. She will listen to his orders, but that is all she will listen to. If he ever tries to use her Fear to make her do what he wants again, even attempts it, she may not be able to hold back her instincts this time. She refuses to let that happen again.
As soon as it comes to a stop at the camping spot, Iris and begins the task she always has when they lay to rest, Cooking. Iris at first, found it frustrating and pointless since she burnt and ruined every piece of food handed to her and got pissed off whenever she was handed the task. However with the help of Bherick and his wife Mirta, she soon grew on it and it's become one of her favourite things to do. It calms her nerves and pleases her to see everybody enjoy the food she prepares, the rest normally leave her to it as well, giving her the peace she needs at times. Tonight, she makes a simple stew. Good nutrition and nobody has any objections to it in the past, it's also a quick meal to prepare. She sets up the utensils and and begins to prepare the ingredients.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 10, 2017 11:01:08 GMT
With the others are setting up camp Bherick hops off the wagon and does a quick reconnoitre of the area to make sure they aren't going to be ambushed. He almost hoped he would find something Yon really needed to de-stress she kept looking from Carla to Tristain and back again and he wasn't sure why maybe she wanted them to finish what they'd started back in town? Unfortunately the surrounding area was completely clear off spiders, wolves and bandits although he did find some signs of battle it looked to be many moons old. Sniffing around the site he finds an arrowhead, Dalish if he's any judge, buried in a tree trunk. Some dwarves didn't like elves but Bherick had never particularly cared he'd even wondered across a Dalish clan when he was new to the surface they han't been exactly friendly but not outright hostile either and they'd given him directions though he would've been happy enough with them not trying to rob him. Returning to camp he walked up to Tristain and said "Areas clear boss nothings gonna be jumping us in the night. With your permission I'll help Iris with the cooking" Before awaiting further instruction.
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Post by Raz on Feb 10, 2017 13:33:20 GMT
The boy's glare did nothing to intimidate her. He was learning he had to be cruel but it looked like he'll need to learn how to use his cruelty. This trip was going to be such a clusterfuck of annoying drama that she may very well decide to meet the Maker early. She cannot deal with this the entire trip. Luckily they had decided to make camp a little early today. Yesterday's rain had slowed their progress since the road had turned into sludge. She and Yon had to get out and push to keep it going a few times. Each time they did Yon would growl at her some more and she would respond with the same reply she had earlier. Clara noticed that Iris and Bherick were starting to get tonight's meal prepared. She knew that she had to do something to placate the mage, some form of agreement had to be made else they would all go insane. She tied a white cloth she planned to use to clean her sword, onto a small branch she had found near the cart.
She approaches the duo while holding up the white flag. "Don't shoot, I come in peace." She sat down and pulled a small flask from her waist. Knowing that Iris would be suspicious, she unscrewed the cap and took a swig of it herself before passing it back. "Don't worry it's not poisoned. Listen, I was wrong to say what I did, Iris. I was trying to stand up for the boy and ended up making a mess of things. I understand that you hate me, I know my kind has done horrible things to you. The opposite also is true for me. We can't do this though." She sighed as she watched her work. "I'm not saying we should be friends, but can we at least not be at each other's throats the entire time we're working together? You know as well as I do how unbearable that would make this trip. So I propose a truce. I won't look at you as an apostate and you won't look at me as a Templar. What say you?"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 10, 2017 14:28:24 GMT
Iris watches the Templar carefully as she approaches, on guard for anything suspicious. Firstly, she finds the whole white flag thing ridiculous. Iris hates Templars but she has enough Sense not to blast one with a spirit bolt that comes close enough, it's like they all view her and other mages as wild animals... She then carefully looks at the flask as Clara takes a Swig, Iris declines the offer of it. "Not a thing I enjoy." She explains simply.
She hears out what Clara has to say and she somewhat agrees. There might be a moment during this contract where Iris will have to rely on Clara for help and vice versa, glaring daggers at one another lessens the chance of it playing in their favour. The Knight-Captain seems different from others. She's actually got a head to think with, while other Templars always tried to intimidate her into compliance, it doesn't mean she will start warming up to her though. At the end of the day, Clara's job is put people like her in a Circle or in the ground, something Iris will always remind herself of.
After mulling it over a little, Iris turns her attention to the stew as she talks, assuring it will not spoil. "You are correct, a truce is something that is necessary and I will agree to it. I might be a difficult person to deal with, but I'm not so stubborn to refuse a sensible request that benefits the company. I will overlook your title... For now..." She looks Clara in the eye. She is not bothering to intimidate the woman since there would be no point, it might as well be a house pup Barking and biting the ankles of a pure bred Mabari. The eye contact expresses confidence to meet her adversary willingly, to prove she is being serious and truthful about this agreement. "Listen to my next words though. I am only speaking for myself. If you want the other mages and Lauren to work alongside you with no conflicts, you will need to speak to them yourself. I am not influencing their decisions, it's their choice."
Iris turns her attention once more back to the stew, adding a few more ingredients and stirring. "Now if you will excuse me, I must finish supper." Iris hopes she's making a wise decision here. She will keep her end of the truce as long as Clara doesn't attempt anything on her or her companions.
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Post by Raz on Feb 10, 2017 15:10:19 GMT
"I understand. I'm glad we were able to come to some sort of agreement. Now that we have agreed not to kill each other I have to ask you something. Tristan called me Karla when you were having your argument. Any idea why?"
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Post by Envy on Feb 10, 2017 15:20:35 GMT
Taethron walks past the pair he says to Calra "It's none of your business so don't asked!" The last thing he wants to hear is a Templar to utter the name of one of his friends pisses him off to the extreme.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 10, 2017 15:42:18 GMT
Yon sat at the edge of the camp staring out into the gathering dark and praying something would attack her. When she'd been in Seheron there was always something to fight; Vints, Foggies, "True" Qunari but Ferelden's highways had failed to provide her any distractions today and even her attempts to provoke Clara had fallen flat. If she didn't let off some steam soon she might have to ask Lauren to just let her beat on her shield again it didn't do the job properly but it was better then nothing. She'd always been like this apparently it ran in her blood and was the reason her mother had run away from the Qun she just couldn't stand the boredom and restraint. She gripped her staff hard between her knees and stared off into the darkness letting out a low growl daring anything, anyone to attack her! Please?
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 10, 2017 15:44:59 GMT
Before Iris can answer, Teathron snaps at Clara about it. She rolls her eyes at his display, it was a mere question. Not even Iris is that sensitive about the topic. "Our former leader. She brought all of us together and we were her family, as she was ours. She's dead now." She states simply. She keeps her voice neutral as she can, trying not to let the emotion overtake her, but a slight shake in her voice breaks through when she states Karla's passing. "Tristan was second in Command before her time came. They were close so it isn't so surprising her name slipped from his mouth in the heat of the argument."
She tastes some of the stew, grimaces a little and adds a fistful full of herbs and spices.
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Post by Raz on Feb 10, 2017 16:10:38 GMT
"Yes, I understand that she was your leader before. I was just curious as to why he called me by her name. He said, "I heard the circle are looking for new members maybe Carla can give you a hand." I take it he was referring to me and not to your lost friend. Twas only curious, didn't mean anything by it." She looks over toward where Yon was standing. She was practically shaking as she stared off into the night. With a groan Clara rose to her feet. "Well I think I have to go fight your Qunari before she tries to attack a passing caravan. The stew smells delicious by the way." She says before striding off towards the Qunari. "Oi, ox woman. You want a chance to earn that wrestle you've been wanting?"
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 10, 2017 16:22:15 GMT
At Clara's words Yon let out a joyful howl of anticipation before rushing towards her sweeping the blunt end of her staff at roughly knee height to try and take the templar down to the ground where Yon's considerable size advantage could be put to best use.
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Post by Raz on Feb 10, 2017 16:44:34 GMT
Yon was a larger opponent with much greater strength than most humanoid creatures Clara had fought before. She relied on that strength to overpower those weaker than herself, so getting caught on the ground was the last thing Clara wanted. The one downside of all of that muscle was that it slowed her movements down enough for their target to get away if they caught sign of the strike ahead of time. Clara saw Yon's shoulders tense in preparation for the swing meant to incapacitate Clara. As the staff began its arc the Templar lunged forward with her warhammer into the charging bull. Yon's strike landed but on the upper thigh and not with enough power to bring down the Templar mid charge. As she was nudged to the side Clara swung her warhammer as she spun past the Qunari. She felt the dull thud reverberate through the weapon as it connected with Yon's shoulder blade.
Clara moved back a few meters from the Qunari after their first clash. "Steady on. Don't want this to end too quickly."
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 10, 2017 16:53:41 GMT
The hit to her shoulder only served to make Yon more excited her grip on her staff tightening till she felt she might splinter the wood. She came in high this time to start with jabbing with the spear point at Clara's eyes making her flinch back slightly before closing the distance in one great stride and shoulder slamming the templar with a roar. As the templar stumbled back Yon again brought the chain-wrapped end of her staff to bear trying to slam in into the templar's hammer arm. If it worked Clara would be weaponless and she could take her time playing with her thought Yon with a savage grin.
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Post by Raz on Feb 10, 2017 17:15:03 GMT
Clara has only a fraction of a second to find a way to get out of this situation. The staff swing will hit Clara, there is no doubt about this. But where it will hit is still in her hands. At the very last second Clara turns towards the staff so that it'll slam into her breastplate. It'll hurt like hell when it hits but she wasn't about to lose to Yon. The staff hits her with the force of a wrecking ball, Clara allows it to spin her to the side. With that same momentum she swings her hammer into Yons skull. Yon collapses like a puppet who's strings had been cut while Clara started gasping for the breath that had been beaten out of her. She glanced over at the fallen giant who was lying face first into the ground and sees that she is already starting to rouse from her unconscious state. Clara gets backup to her feet and puts away the hammer. She removes her blade from its sheath and holds it to the back of Yon's neck. "Do you yield?" She said in between wheezes for air.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 10, 2017 17:23:08 GMT
Tristan pops his head out of his tent hearing a fight, no surprise those two were at it. "For a Templar she gives into temptation easily." He thinks to himself, as he finishes laying his bed roll. He begins to stuff the bed roll to make it appear some one was sleeping inside, he exits the front of his tent an heads towards Bherick, and Iris. "Bherick, I'm not feeling well, I didn't I didn't get enough sleep so I'm going to turn in. Make sure those idiots don't break anything valuable. assign watch how you see fit." He nods at the dwarf, then looks at Iris, there is a brief pause as he keeps trying to apologize but the words won't form. "Iris." Is all he can say weakly "I'm." He gives up and walks away. He heads into his tent and quietly sneaks out the back after double checking his dummy. He isn't the stealthiest person in the world, but he is confident no one see him.
With his sword and shield he moves into the forest until using the sounds of battle as a cover. He doesn't go to far, but just enough that he no longer hears his companions. He sits against a tree and closes his eye, this seems to be the only way he can calm himself. He just focuses on listening, every chirp every stick being broken all the sounds of the forest. He begins to feel a bit at peace for the first time since Karla's passing.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 10, 2017 17:27:08 GMT
Yon's vision returns she's staring at the grass and can taste blood in her mouth with a growl she tries to rise but feels a prick on her neck. She thinks about fighting on but she isn't completely suicidal yet. She turns over slowly so as not to seem threatening and lying on her back grins up at Clara. "You win templar, so going to take advantage of me in my helpless state now?" She says with a lustful wink opening her legs and putting her hands behind her head.
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Post by Raz on Feb 10, 2017 17:31:44 GMT
"Now who said I was trying to earn you?" She said with a smirk. She sheathes her blade. "When you beat me in combat I'll lay down with you. Until then I'm afraid you're only allowed to look, not touch. Now get up you beast of a woman." She said with a laugh as she reached down to pull Yonet to her feet. "That was a good fight. Where'd you learn to use your staff? Can't say I've seen the likes of it before."
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 10, 2017 17:39:12 GMT
Yon takes the proffered hand running her tongue over her teeth to make sure none of them were loose. "When you grow up in a warzone you learn to fight quick or you never learn anything again." Suddenly she pulled Clara in close and whispered huskily in her ear. "You got away this time but there's nothing I love more then a challenge." Yon let go and walked towards the stew pot putting a little extra sway in her hips. "If you ever want me to show you how Tal-Vashoth fight I'm always up for some training." She called back over her shoulder as she made her way chuckling over to where Bherick was shaking his head in bemusement.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 10, 2017 17:43:44 GMT
Iris ignores Tristan's approach when he speaks to Bherick. She does not wish to even acknowledge his presence right nown it is mostly for his sake, because she is still quite angry from earlier. The words that she might say she won't be able to take back. However, she glances up to him impassively when he says her name. It seems he wants to say something to her, perhaps a sorry? No, that's a little unbelievable. He seems too proud to admit it when he's in the wrong... With a resigned sigh, she returns her attention to the cooking pot just a moment before he walks away.
She turns her attention to the fight the moment Clara's hammer hits Yonet's skull. She groans as she pinches the bridge of her nose in annoyance. Great, now Yonet will need healing from that blow else she will most likely pass out at any moment, she's a Qunari and a powerful one at that, but a blow like that would crush a human's skull. She awaits for her to come over. If she does not, then Iris won't be best pleased that she's ignoring her injuries again.
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