Those feet, that fell, did not, in fact, belong to "[color=#ff851b]their[/color]" side. They had belonged to the warrior that had tried to gut Theo, and as she heard the voice, she groaned as she ducked another fireball, barely getting a foot closer to the Bad Mage. "[color=#ff851b]Oh, you're the worst, Ruth Fucking Yoesif.[/color]" But she was thankful she had at least someone that would be on her side, and that much was immediately evident as the other elf came up behind her. "[color=#ff851b]Oi, hands! I know where you put those![/color]"
Usually on the same woman Theo did, but another time. She didn't mind the hands when they were weaving flesh back together, and staving off the next fireball to a barrier that had been erected to give her the moment to breathe. She grunted at him for the assist, a bit of the rational coming back to her, even as she eyed the field. Spiders to the left of them, Coward Mage to the right, and at least five feet she'd need to get closer before she could get in axe range.
While he continued getting her back into one piece, something she knew she'd never hear the end of back in the comforts of the Back Water on the way to Kirkwall, she looked the battle field over. Tight combat, and if this mage was after her machinery, she was going to assume Ruth was there for the treasure, so she could rule getting that out -- money out of pocket, but she'd keep her life. Money could always be remade when it came right down to it, life wasn't so east to get back. "[color=#ff851b]I'll shove that apple up your arse, Ruth.[/color]"
She moved as the next fireball she felt the singe of again, too close for comfort, and she had specifically stepped to where she'd take the brunt of it, if the barrier fell. Couldn't have him hurt putting her back together, but he could always put her back together after the face. It irked her that it was him, of course. They shared the same whore too often for her liking, and the teasing was non-stop. "[color=#ff851b]I think he's after you now too[/color]."
The Bad Mage had drawn up, and was concentrating now. "[color=#ff851b]Ain't nothing good ever come from one of you spell chuckers concentrating too long.[/color]" She pulled a handle from her thigh, the hand crossbow unfurling as she took aim and fired through the barrier at the bastard, couldn't have him focus too long on that spell, six cross bow bolts firing off in rapid succession with the twang of the steel chain, her stance widening some as she switched Vera, the battle axe, to her other hand, and got ready to pull her cross bow from her other thigh, not even bothering to see how many of the bolts connected, because she knew her aim to be true, and all six would be from throat to heart.
"[color=#ff851b]Keep down, don't want your pretty hair burnt off[/color]."
Usually on the same woman Theo did, but another time. She didn't mind the hands when they were weaving flesh back together, and staving off the next fireball to a barrier that had been erected to give her the moment to breathe. She grunted at him for the assist, a bit of the rational coming back to her, even as she eyed the field. Spiders to the left of them, Coward Mage to the right, and at least five feet she'd need to get closer before she could get in axe range.
While he continued getting her back into one piece, something she knew she'd never hear the end of back in the comforts of the Back Water on the way to Kirkwall, she looked the battle field over. Tight combat, and if this mage was after her machinery, she was going to assume Ruth was there for the treasure, so she could rule getting that out -- money out of pocket, but she'd keep her life. Money could always be remade when it came right down to it, life wasn't so east to get back. "[color=#ff851b]I'll shove that apple up your arse, Ruth.[/color]"
She moved as the next fireball she felt the singe of again, too close for comfort, and she had specifically stepped to where she'd take the brunt of it, if the barrier fell. Couldn't have him hurt putting her back together, but he could always put her back together after the face. It irked her that it was him, of course. They shared the same whore too often for her liking, and the teasing was non-stop. "[color=#ff851b]I think he's after you now too[/color]."
The Bad Mage had drawn up, and was concentrating now. "[color=#ff851b]Ain't nothing good ever come from one of you spell chuckers concentrating too long.[/color]" She pulled a handle from her thigh, the hand crossbow unfurling as she took aim and fired through the barrier at the bastard, couldn't have him focus too long on that spell, six cross bow bolts firing off in rapid succession with the twang of the steel chain, her stance widening some as she switched Vera, the battle axe, to her other hand, and got ready to pull her cross bow from her other thigh, not even bothering to see how many of the bolts connected, because she knew her aim to be true, and all six would be from throat to heart.
"[color=#ff851b]Keep down, don't want your pretty hair burnt off[/color]."
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