She wasn't really going to fuss about with him and his flirting, the man had a tendency to hit on anything that could give consent, so she wasn't reading anything into it -- and if she ever thought he would give a damn about her, she was far too much into the camp of hating his guts for that... bravado of his. Who did he think he was, fussing at her for getting run through? So she answered him with a grunt as she fired off the other hand crossbow, six more shots, and a curse, so she knew one had finally found it's mark. Now if it would kill the bastard, she had no clue, she wasn't able to get close enough to make sure of it at the moment.
"[color=#ff851b]Any excuse to get my clothes off, huh? What is it, a fetish for you? Collect them all, elf, human, trying to add dwarf to the mix?[/color]" She checked the heal, thumping a fist into her side, and nodding to herself. It would hold her together for the next few minutes, more than enough to get her to the fucker and make sure he was dead. And it looked like Ruth had the spiders under control, for the moment. He could try and talk her out of her clothes again later, but she wasn't going to let a small thing like nearly losing a kidney slow her down. "[color=#ff851b]Besides, I've heard about what you do to people in the baths.[/color]"
And when the shield finally fell, she launched at the other mage, the yell coming from her having started in the very depth of her, the echo enough to make someone swear a demon might have come up with it, but no, it was only her letting the stirrings of a fight take back over, knowing she had to ignore everything else around her to end this, and end it now. So as soon as she no longer felt the edge of reason to any of her thoughts, she was head long into battle, her axe flipped in her grip so that she could swing the pick into Bad Mage's chin. But the fucker was too quick, and had already been on the move to escape when he realized that the mechanic had back up now in the form of a healer.
That didn't stop Theo from trying though. As soon as she felt her axe go through nothing but air, she spun, trying to catch the fleeing human with the blade -- her focus on one thing, and one thing only -- killing the fucker. Nothing else mattered to her. She had been drawn into an ambush, specifically for her gear, that much she knew for sure now, and so the moment they had turned on her, was the moment she gave zero fucks about what happened to them.
She paused a moment, in her chase, to bring the axe down into a decapitating blow on the prone warrior that she'd tumbled earlier, so that he would not be getting back up, before she went back to the chase, realizing that the mage had almost gotten out of the circular complex into open ground where it would be much harder for her to catch him, all the shorter her legs were. She'd never be able to catch up if he got running, full tilt.
[color=#ff851b]"He's getting away Ruth!"[/color]
There was a desperation in her voice, as she yelled, the tone pitched higher that normal, because if she couldn't kill this mage, that always meant he could go and regroup, heal up, and take another shot at her later, and she was having none of that.
"[color=#ff851b]Any excuse to get my clothes off, huh? What is it, a fetish for you? Collect them all, elf, human, trying to add dwarf to the mix?[/color]" She checked the heal, thumping a fist into her side, and nodding to herself. It would hold her together for the next few minutes, more than enough to get her to the fucker and make sure he was dead. And it looked like Ruth had the spiders under control, for the moment. He could try and talk her out of her clothes again later, but she wasn't going to let a small thing like nearly losing a kidney slow her down. "[color=#ff851b]Besides, I've heard about what you do to people in the baths.[/color]"
And when the shield finally fell, she launched at the other mage, the yell coming from her having started in the very depth of her, the echo enough to make someone swear a demon might have come up with it, but no, it was only her letting the stirrings of a fight take back over, knowing she had to ignore everything else around her to end this, and end it now. So as soon as she no longer felt the edge of reason to any of her thoughts, she was head long into battle, her axe flipped in her grip so that she could swing the pick into Bad Mage's chin. But the fucker was too quick, and had already been on the move to escape when he realized that the mechanic had back up now in the form of a healer.
That didn't stop Theo from trying though. As soon as she felt her axe go through nothing but air, she spun, trying to catch the fleeing human with the blade -- her focus on one thing, and one thing only -- killing the fucker. Nothing else mattered to her. She had been drawn into an ambush, specifically for her gear, that much she knew for sure now, and so the moment they had turned on her, was the moment she gave zero fucks about what happened to them.
She paused a moment, in her chase, to bring the axe down into a decapitating blow on the prone warrior that she'd tumbled earlier, so that he would not be getting back up, before she went back to the chase, realizing that the mage had almost gotten out of the circular complex into open ground where it would be much harder for her to catch him, all the shorter her legs were. She'd never be able to catch up if he got running, full tilt.
[color=#ff851b]"He's getting away Ruth!"[/color]
There was a desperation in her voice, as she yelled, the tone pitched higher that normal, because if she couldn't kill this mage, that always meant he could go and regroup, heal up, and take another shot at her later, and she was having none of that.
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