When Theo had taken the job, she hadn't expected everything to go fucking tits up the moment they had gotten to the ruins. The mage, of course it was always the fucking mage, was there on his own agenda, and the sudden influx of spiders came flooding up from the underground portion of the tomb was more a shock than the Stone beside her melting under what had probably been a spell. Always the fucking mages, couldn't be trusted.
And Theo said as much as she shrugged her shoulders, the battleaxe that had been strapped to her back falling into an open hand, as she twisted the four foot haft over into a good grip, thankful for the spikes she had put in the palms of her leather gloves. That way if the muck and blood she was about to wade through got her hands wet, she wouldn't drop the weapon that gave her the most reach. She needed that reach if she was going to make the mage.
He had to be the one controlling the spiders, and well, they'd probably run back underground once the mage wasn't calling them up. Fucker. She ducked under a sword that clanged on the stone that was at her back, raising an eyebrow high, as she slammed the haft of her axe upwards, catching the other warrior under the chin, and using her weight to bring him down to the ground, using the pick edge of the axe to swing hard, and rip his pretty little head off.
One down. And it looked like the others were on the mage's side too. So, this had to be for her stuff then. Oh she liked people messing with her stuff even less than she liked mages. Twisting her hands on the axe shaft, digging the spikes into the wood there, she screamed. And jumped up on one of the waist high stones to avoid another wave of shin high spiders. She fucking hated spiders, it was a nightmare. A literal nightmare. Except she was living it, and her skin was crawling. As reason left her, and she let the stirring of battle take her over, she stomped a booted foot down on a spider, and then flung the head at the mage. Throwing a companions head at someone usually was enough to make someone at least re-evaluate their life choices. And apparently one of the thugs had half a brain and went running.
Alright then, two left.
She charged the other fighter, using her smaller and stockier stature to put her axe into his middle, but not before his blade went through her side, and out her back. If she lost the kidney, she lost the kidney, part of life, and part of running out after treasure with a rag tag pick up group of adventurers, couldn't trust anyone now days. She grabbed the blade, to keep him from sinking it up to the hilt through her, and screamed in his face, using the axe to push him back enough to un-impale herself, and toss him at the only opening into the area of circled stones, making sure that the force behind the throw was more than enough to send him tumbling out of the circle.
"[color=#ff851b]Fuck off, motherfucker! Your turn, spell chucker![/color]" Theo turned and got ready to charge at the mage, even as she felt the heat of fire along her cheek and the smell of burnt hair made her gag a little, not feeling the pain of the burn that bubbled from her check, back along her ear, that would sting like a fucker later when the rage she felt wore off. Yeah, definitely a fucking mage. This would teach her to go looking for trouble with just any group of assholes. As long as warrior behind her stayed down with that gut wound, she'd keep fighting through her own pain against the mage. She had too. She wouldn't live through it if she didn't get him first.
And Theo said as much as she shrugged her shoulders, the battleaxe that had been strapped to her back falling into an open hand, as she twisted the four foot haft over into a good grip, thankful for the spikes she had put in the palms of her leather gloves. That way if the muck and blood she was about to wade through got her hands wet, she wouldn't drop the weapon that gave her the most reach. She needed that reach if she was going to make the mage.
He had to be the one controlling the spiders, and well, they'd probably run back underground once the mage wasn't calling them up. Fucker. She ducked under a sword that clanged on the stone that was at her back, raising an eyebrow high, as she slammed the haft of her axe upwards, catching the other warrior under the chin, and using her weight to bring him down to the ground, using the pick edge of the axe to swing hard, and rip his pretty little head off.
One down. And it looked like the others were on the mage's side too. So, this had to be for her stuff then. Oh she liked people messing with her stuff even less than she liked mages. Twisting her hands on the axe shaft, digging the spikes into the wood there, she screamed. And jumped up on one of the waist high stones to avoid another wave of shin high spiders. She fucking hated spiders, it was a nightmare. A literal nightmare. Except she was living it, and her skin was crawling. As reason left her, and she let the stirring of battle take her over, she stomped a booted foot down on a spider, and then flung the head at the mage. Throwing a companions head at someone usually was enough to make someone at least re-evaluate their life choices. And apparently one of the thugs had half a brain and went running.
Alright then, two left.
She charged the other fighter, using her smaller and stockier stature to put her axe into his middle, but not before his blade went through her side, and out her back. If she lost the kidney, she lost the kidney, part of life, and part of running out after treasure with a rag tag pick up group of adventurers, couldn't trust anyone now days. She grabbed the blade, to keep him from sinking it up to the hilt through her, and screamed in his face, using the axe to push him back enough to un-impale herself, and toss him at the only opening into the area of circled stones, making sure that the force behind the throw was more than enough to send him tumbling out of the circle.
"[color=#ff851b]Fuck off, motherfucker! Your turn, spell chucker![/color]" Theo turned and got ready to charge at the mage, even as she felt the heat of fire along her cheek and the smell of burnt hair made her gag a little, not feeling the pain of the burn that bubbled from her check, back along her ear, that would sting like a fucker later when the rage she felt wore off. Yeah, definitely a fucking mage. This would teach her to go looking for trouble with just any group of assholes. As long as warrior behind her stayed down with that gut wound, she'd keep fighting through her own pain against the mage. She had too. She wouldn't live through it if she didn't get him first.
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