Hisir Namedene
The four guards surround Hisir, ordering him to get on his knees and put his hands behind his head. When he ignores their commands, and instead simply continues to stand silently, they ready their batons and slowly close in on him...
Once in range, Hisir turns and attacks a guard on his right with a sudden left-handed punch. Much to the surprise of the Chosen One, not only does the guard avoid the attack, he also manages to catch his attacker's arm in the process. Reacting quickly, Hisir uses his other hand to deliver a powerful uppercut to the guard's gut. Getting the wind (as well as the contents of his stomach) knocked out of him, the unlucky guard drops to the floor, just as two others grab Hisir from behind and attempt to wrestle him to the ground.
Managing to resist the combined strength of the two guards, the Chosen One smashes his right elbow into one of their faces, before breaking free from the other guard's grip.
The recipient of the painful blow reels back with his hands over his face, groaning in pain as blood pours from his now broken nose. The other guard, almost immediately after losing his hold on the Chosen One, swiftly pulls out a can of PAVA spray and wastes no time using well over half the canister on his mysterious opponent. Unfortunately for him, due to Hisir's virtual immunity to pain and the protection provided by his helm, it proves to be discouragingly ineffective. Hisir kicks the guard square in the chest, cracking his sternum and sending him stumbling backward.
The final guard, who has been hesitant to get near the Chosen One for the entirety of the twenty-or-so seconds this fight has been going on, stands with his baton raised as he desperately yells for backup. Knowing that a simple baton has little chance of harming him through his thick armor, Hisir charges the guard and knocks him flat onto his back.
It would seem that his cries for help were not in vain, however; Hisir can see two more guards running toward him in the distance. Not to mention that it won't be long before the guards he just subdued of are up and ready to go another round with him.
The Moderator(s)
Other-ModeratorA couple of the soldiers seem quite interested in the prospect of being able to try out some new weaponry, though none of them are nearly as fascinated as the three individuals in lab coats at the mention of so much exotic technology. In an unexpectedly friendly tone, they encourage him to further elaborate on the workings of such equipment.
Sir Havel the Unyielding
Deciding that he'd much rather be fully conscious while guarding the shrine entrance, Sir Havel awakens from his meditative state to find that dusk appears to have arrived; the Moon has already begun its ascent, and the last traces of sunlight are slowly fading from the deep, cloudless sky. It won't be long now...
Jorn Darkmane
Snapping out of meditation, Jorn looks over and catches his boggart fervidly rummaging through the contents of his pouch.
After snatching his personal belongings away from the pesky creature, Jorn orders it to stay by his side as he continues down the road on his journey to Hopkins...