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Edited by Gingiebread:
8/24/2020 9:25:50 PM
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[b][u]Part Three[/u][/b]
“Here we go,” Skye breathed as she tapped a few more keys on her keyboard. “I’ll stay here for a wee bit longer to make sure he didn’t leave behind any more traps, then I’ll be with you all as soon as I can. Remember we’re not trying to kill him, and be careful. Good luck.”
The blast doors before each hero slid open, revealing a large and circular room with high ceilings. In the very center was the core, a glass cylinder fifty feet in diameter, elevated on a dais and glowing faintly with blue light. Errol stood before it with a wide stance, alone and without his Atoms by his side. His head whipped around to make eye contact with his enemies as each door opened. For a brief moment, concern grew on his face, only to harden again. He raised his chin in defiance, and held out his hands on either side of himself, as though to challenge his opponents.
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Caught unaware, Errol topples down to his hands and knees with a grunt. The Atoms all around briefly jolt in response. He turns to see the identity of his attacker and scowls. “You again!”
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“Aye! And now on the ground yer fightin someone at the height as yerself!” *He swings his axe down at one of his gloves, which he assumes controls the atoms.*
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Errol pulls his hands in and rolls to the side out of the path of the axe. He retaliates by sending another wall of Atoms between himself and his opponent.
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*The dwarf hits into it, probably breaking a bone or two, but pivots to move around the wall and brings his axe down to chop through the wall.*
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When Dain breaks through, he is met with the sight of sparks flying from Errol’s right glove as a dagger tossed by Dally slices across them. Half of the Atoms begin to quake at the damage, and Errol stands to recover from his fall.
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*Dian doesn’t let him if he can, dropping his axe so that he can charge the man and tackle him to give him less control on the other half of his atoms.*
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Errol sidesteps to avoid the dwarf, but as he does, an arrow cuts through the air and imbeds itself in his shoulder. He cries out, and distracted by the pain, he briefly loses control his Atoms. Every bead drops to the ground, sounding almost like shattered glass. Then suddenly, Skye blinks into sight in front of her brother with her daggers raised. Errol is barely able to reach up and grab her wrists before the blades could make contact.
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*The dwarf picks up his axe and moves behind Errol.* “Now would ye surrender?”
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Skye looks at Errol pleadingly, but Errol’s face hardens. With a grunt he pulls at Skye’s wrists and whips around, forcing her to tumble into Dain.
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*Dain reaches one hand out to try to stop sky from hitting him and falling. If he is successful he will jab his axe out at Errol’s shoulder.*
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As Dain steadies her she glances down apologetically. “I’m sorry!” She steps away to give him space. Errol attempts to dodge the attack, but isn’t quite quick enough, and the blade clips his shoulder opposite the arrow. He retaliates by awakening his Atoms once more, and swipes his hand to the side. A wave then comes barreling after Dain, strong enough to give him a forceful push aside.
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*The dwarf tries to brace himself with the axe but is too late and is pushed away and to the ground, probably breaking a bone or two more. But he doesn’t get up, instead he practically plays dead and waits for an opportunity to present itself so he can swing his axe axe at the other glove with the advantage of surprise.*
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There is a cry of pain that echoes in the room, as Loot uses his dark weapon to cut deeply into Errol’s shoulder. Errol is clutching his shoulder, his sister trying to support him as loss of energy and blood weaken him.
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“Durn it ye weren’t supposed to kill him!” Dain hobbles over to Errol and puts pressure on the would with his strength, in a attempt to stop the bleeding.
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Errol grimaces at the pressure, but the bleeding is slowed for a while. Skye uses the Atoms to cast Loot out of a blast door. After a moment of staring at the door, she rushes over with a cloth offered by Dally.
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“Wait a minute, I don’t think this will help but I know something the old dwarven priests would do in me homeland.” *He will keep his hands in place and start to chant something like a prayer in a old dwarvish language that probably no one hare speaks. He will attempt to use the ability lay on hands, a power shared by some clerics and Paladin’s which heals very minor wounds and might restore some of the life to his body.*
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Skye pauses as she listens to the prayer. The wound isn’t fully healed, but Errol very clearly regains some of his strength. He looks at Dain, quietly confused by what had happened. “What was that?” Skye asks softly.
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Edited by ImaDrizzit: 8/26/2020 6:45:33 PM“I ain’t be knowin’ much, but that was a old chant that the Paladin’s and clerics of me homeland would say as they attempt to heal people. They say only the most devout of warriors could become such a warrior as a paladin, practically the knights of my homeland, perhaps I shall look into becoming such a warrior myself.”
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Skye begins to wrap cloth as makeshift bandages around Errol’s shoulder. “Maybe you should. That’s definitely a skill that would be helpful to have, and it was beautiful to listen to.” Errol draws in a deep breath as she wraps, trying to bear the pain quietly.
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“Thank ye. Do you think that Errol will survive this, would be a shame if he dies after all of that.”
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Skye presses her lips together uncertainly at the thought of him passing. “With the help that everyone has given him, I think... I think he has a greater chance.”
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“Perhaps we should get em out of here, unless it’s too dangerous to move him.”
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“It’s my shoulder that’s gone,” Errol says flatly, “not my legs. I can walk.” Skye bites her lip before giving a sigh. “I think we can move him.”
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Edited by ImaDrizzit: 8/27/2020 3:32:28 PM“That would probably be best. But to where? Civilization be miles away from here.”
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“Blaze can probably take us back to the house in his ship, and there is a radio there that I can use to call for help from the city.”
