She wasn’t part of his crew, but the two had worked alongside each other a few times by now. Ruth considered her a professional colleague, though even he would have a hard time believing… if the roles had been reversed, would she have helped? Maybe. Maybe not. For all his reputation for being a bastard, it wasn’t completely true, hence his help in this instance and if anything like kids were involved. The mini-people hadn’t a clue the shit adults had to deal with.
Ruth let out a laugh, “Who says I haven’t had dwarf? I’m game for a good rough and tumble, you tell me when and I’ll drop to my knees, Dora.” Save her that stretch, but he dropped that line watching her thump at her barely managed injury. His face turned dark, teeth clenched and he snapped, “Stop hitting it! Fucks sake! I said it was a temporary thing!” Turning his attention to the scuttling beasties, he’d grumble, words unintelligible or possibly dalish, but he was clearly annoyed, the temperature dropping far colder on his side of the fight, regardless of the spell.
A blanket of frost laid out ahead of him, snagging legs and bellies and freezing them in place. The few who’d avoided the spell fled back into the shadows as his boot kicked the leg of one, limb snapping, echoing around. “Fuckin’ creepy crawly fuckers.” Ugh, he hated them, passionately. Even as a shiver ran down his spine he’d grin, “Of course you have, I’m not exactly shy about giving folks a good time. Can’t help it if they want to vocalise how mind bending my company is.”
Knowing she was in hot pursuit of the mage, Ruth cleared the path of frozen caucasus since there was nothing worse than these skulking predators coming back to take a bite out of them later. Frozen guts were always better than, well, not frozen, he liked these boots too much and if she got them ruined he’d be pissed.
Then she was yelling his name. Ugh. Now what? He looked up, first to her, then the mage who was quickly making a break for it. Oh fuck no he didn’t. With a grunt, Ruth darted to the wall of the cavern, grabbing a large root breaking through the stonework and grasping it tightly. His eyes closed, consciousness melding with magic to tap into the plants nervous system, just like Megara had taught him, though this was one of the few times he’d attempted to use it.
The bond with nature was fickle, she twisted and weaved through all life and in an unrefined hand, could be temperamental. A scant few seconds passed, though to Ruth the negotiation seemed to go on for longer until his gaze opened, the blues of his eyes emboldened and glowing as the set on the fleeing idiot. “Not today fuck face,” was scoffed firmly, and in a blink the ground beneath the pyromantic asshole was being reached for by a variety of root tendrils. They’d shift under the soil, breaking out and lunging their nodes, causing him to stumble, shifting his pattern of running, but to no avail. Once he’d fallen, the thorned roots quickly subdued him, twisting around the legs, before snatching his tricksome palms from conjuring any flame.
“... Honestly,” Ruth breathed, sweat beaded across his brow. He took a few breaths, shaking his head in frustration. “Move it, Shorty. Waddle that ass over there and take care of this dipshit.”
Ruth let out a laugh, “Who says I haven’t had dwarf? I’m game for a good rough and tumble, you tell me when and I’ll drop to my knees, Dora.” Save her that stretch, but he dropped that line watching her thump at her barely managed injury. His face turned dark, teeth clenched and he snapped, “Stop hitting it! Fucks sake! I said it was a temporary thing!” Turning his attention to the scuttling beasties, he’d grumble, words unintelligible or possibly dalish, but he was clearly annoyed, the temperature dropping far colder on his side of the fight, regardless of the spell.
A blanket of frost laid out ahead of him, snagging legs and bellies and freezing them in place. The few who’d avoided the spell fled back into the shadows as his boot kicked the leg of one, limb snapping, echoing around. “Fuckin’ creepy crawly fuckers.” Ugh, he hated them, passionately. Even as a shiver ran down his spine he’d grin, “Of course you have, I’m not exactly shy about giving folks a good time. Can’t help it if they want to vocalise how mind bending my company is.”
Knowing she was in hot pursuit of the mage, Ruth cleared the path of frozen caucasus since there was nothing worse than these skulking predators coming back to take a bite out of them later. Frozen guts were always better than, well, not frozen, he liked these boots too much and if she got them ruined he’d be pissed.
Then she was yelling his name. Ugh. Now what? He looked up, first to her, then the mage who was quickly making a break for it. Oh fuck no he didn’t. With a grunt, Ruth darted to the wall of the cavern, grabbing a large root breaking through the stonework and grasping it tightly. His eyes closed, consciousness melding with magic to tap into the plants nervous system, just like Megara had taught him, though this was one of the few times he’d attempted to use it.
The bond with nature was fickle, she twisted and weaved through all life and in an unrefined hand, could be temperamental. A scant few seconds passed, though to Ruth the negotiation seemed to go on for longer until his gaze opened, the blues of his eyes emboldened and glowing as the set on the fleeing idiot. “Not today fuck face,” was scoffed firmly, and in a blink the ground beneath the pyromantic asshole was being reached for by a variety of root tendrils. They’d shift under the soil, breaking out and lunging their nodes, causing him to stumble, shifting his pattern of running, but to no avail. Once he’d fallen, the thorned roots quickly subdued him, twisting around the legs, before snatching his tricksome palms from conjuring any flame.
“... Honestly,” Ruth breathed, sweat beaded across his brow. He took a few breaths, shaking his head in frustration. “Move it, Shorty. Waddle that ass over there and take care of this dipshit.”
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