A strange man walks into the tavern, who bears a striking similarity to John Watson. However, he takes the appearance of an elf and not a human, short and thin with obsidian black skin, white hair, and glaring red eyes. The man wears a heavy black travelers cloak and finely crafted leather armor. Hanging on his belt is a sword of a dagger befit a king. Their scabbards are well crafted and decorated with the designs of spiderwebs, the hilts are made of some polished onyx colored material, and the pommel of the dagger has a emerald set into it, whilst the swords pommel is carved to the likeness of a spider. He approaches the bar and takes a seat.
“I’d like a glass of wine. Anything made of underground plants or fungi. The world above has a strange taste in food and wine.”
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You can. Blaze rolls his eyes. “As you can imagine, I’ve been called much worse.”
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*He fires a bolt from the crossbow at once, then immediately goes into reloading it.* “It doesn’t change that you may as well be what I called you.”
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Blaze growls. “I’ve been contained like a monster, I don’t want to deal with being called a monster.” He winces as he gets hit by the arrow.
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Bolt, crossbows Fire bolts, a common misconception about them. “Well perhaps you are, a beguiling monster in the guise of a innocents and kind bartend.”
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Blaze growls. “Don’t you DARE say that!”
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“Why, you don’t want to hear the truth? You can’t cower from it forever.” *The drow prepared his crossbow and sword, readying himself to move if blaze is going to charge or appear in anger as he expects him to.*
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Blaze takes a deep breath, and shoots around the pillar at your leg.
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*The drow leaps backwards, moving as expected but getting slightly hit on the leg. Whilst midair, he raises the crossbow and fires it.*
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Blaze is already behind the wall. “Thought you could throw me off, eh?....you were very close, I’ll give you that.”
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*The drow lands softly on his feet and prepares his blades to fight again.* “Let’s see what else you have up your sleeve.”
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Blaze tosses some things out, and five dark clouds with a silhouette of Blaze. “Hehehehehe.”
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*He charges the nearest one, during a crossbow to see what happens.*
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It’s fake, and a gunshot screams out behind you, a bullet aimed at your leg. “Boom.”
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*The bullet grazes him but it’s enough to send the drow to the ground. He look at blaze with a mix of shock and horror, never even seeing a gun before this. The drow quickly loads his crossbow and scrambles behind a pillar.*
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Blaze shoots at him again.
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*The drow dodges to cover and returns fire, once again not having time to figure out what type of weapon he is dealing with.*
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Blaze tries to quietly move around the pillar and shoot at the back of the drows leg.
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*The drow expects such action and brings his dagger up as quick as he can, aiming right at blazes gun arm to try to prevent him from shooting, while he jabs his unloaded crossbow out toward blaze as a distraction.*
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Blaze kicks at his dagger and shoots at his leg.
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*The bullet hits and the drow jumps back in fear, seemingly afraid of the gun. But he does manage to thrust his sword towards blazes exposed foot.*
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The sword goes through his foot and Blaze yells in pain. “AGH!”
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*The drow comes forwards, slapping the blade down onto the fun in a attempt to get rid of it, but cries out in pain as he steps down and nearly trips over his own feet.*
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Blaze takes a deep breath. “I think....we’ve both deemed each other....strong....”
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Edited by ImaDrizzit: 10/23/2020 12:37:21 AM*Even the anxious warrior seems ready to stop but keeps his blade raised.* “Yes. Yes” *He yells out in pain again, using a pillar to support himself.* “What is that accursed device you fired at me that hits like many powerful spells!”
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“It’s a gun....do you want me to take the bullet out of you?”