[Ashaad rolled a combat check vs. Danny – and succeeded. Actions described have been discussed with Bach beforehand.]
Ash dove, kicking into the glaive’s pole, a tripping hazard he sent skittering across the cobbles. He missed the stranger – this Danny person, named by the other one behind him. Oh, how he hated knives and the cagey bastards that favored them. Any bid to control the other fighter’s arms and he’d likely end up bleeding.
Except … There was some hesitancy there, along with far too much talking. That swipe at his neck had not been meant to hit. Ash recovered from his previous overextension, ears pricked. Briefing? Subject? They might not be Ben-Hassrath, but that one spoke like one of their agents.
Was leaving Danny to subdue him alone a mark of faith or of indolence?
Ashaad lurched inside Danny’s guard, heaving them both into the side of the dwelling to Ash’s left and Danny’s right. Ash put his whole weight on the other man’s bicep, shoulder grinding painfully against the bricks. A knife in the ribs did not come, proving the theory. Ash was the subject. They wanted him alive and aware. You could not brief a corpse.
“You talk too much.” Ash raised his gauntleted fist and punched Danny square in the mouth.
[For expediency – and since Ash is outnumbered – I forfeit further combat rolls. Get him!]
@Danny
@Nairn Neirdre
Ash dove, kicking into the glaive’s pole, a tripping hazard he sent skittering across the cobbles. He missed the stranger – this Danny person, named by the other one behind him. Oh, how he hated knives and the cagey bastards that favored them. Any bid to control the other fighter’s arms and he’d likely end up bleeding.
Except … There was some hesitancy there, along with far too much talking. That swipe at his neck had not been meant to hit. Ash recovered from his previous overextension, ears pricked. Briefing? Subject? They might not be Ben-Hassrath, but that one spoke like one of their agents.
Was leaving Danny to subdue him alone a mark of faith or of indolence?
Ashaad lurched inside Danny’s guard, heaving them both into the side of the dwelling to Ash’s left and Danny’s right. Ash put his whole weight on the other man’s bicep, shoulder grinding painfully against the bricks. A knife in the ribs did not come, proving the theory. Ash was the subject. They wanted him alive and aware. You could not brief a corpse.
“You talk too much.” Ash raised his gauntleted fist and punched Danny square in the mouth.
[For expediency – and since Ash is outnumbered – I forfeit further combat rolls. Get him!]
@Danny
@Nairn Neirdre
02-17-2025, 01:49 PM
