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[Lucus Casius]

"Less because you're a girl, more because you're surrounded by a superior force.  I dislike the idea of killing someone who might be willing to join a true cause when I so sorely need men and women willing to fight our noble oppressors..."

"And frankly, I don't know anything about the artifact nonsense, either.  I'm just operating under the assumption that whatever the undying idiot thinks you have will make my job far more difficult than it needs to be."

Martyn shrugs, raising his spear to a fighting position once more.

"Still, I suppose I might be worrying too much. And I may have been a bit naive in assuming you would have the desire to defect from a group of men attempting to pillage a village in order to save your own life and possibly, circumstances permitting to fight for the freedom of people everywhere based on a minor argument with what may or may not qualify as a zombie, which, as your response has implied, was entirely unrelated to even the appeal to self-interest on which I was hoping to capitalize."

He takes a deep breath.  Then he sighs.

"Yes, in hindsight, that was stupid of me."

"In any case, apologies for rambling, for leading you to assume I was attempting to intimidate you because of your gender rather than because of my own side's superior force concentration, and for wasting the time of everyone-myself-included by talking.  If it's any consolation before we try to stab each other--which I am honestly surprised you have not attempted to do during that entire monologue just now--your loyalty to your band is admirable, if entirely misplaced."

[F.O.E.]

"Just what the heck is this 'cause' you keep rambling about?"

"And honestly, stop the know-it-all act. You think you know me -know what's going on here- but you don't. You think you're in the right, but you don't even know what's going on do you? I mean I thought you were with that other guy but looks like that was a mistake."

She dropped into her stance, ready to strike with a confident smirk on her face.

"Please, I don't need to resort to tactics like that to take you down. And thanks, I guess, for that backhanded compliment, but you still don't know anything."

"So this is your guild? Hah! You weren't bad on your own, but can you really afford this many people now?"

Mocking impression aside, the mercenary took a more serious tone as Geoffrey mentioned his jobs with the guild.

"Well, from what you're saying it's been work up to the task, though. Not bad, if you can handle all these people. Not bad at all."

Though part of him wondered how big of a deal this merchant was, Igor shrugged the thought quickly enough. It was a battlefield, any talk could wait. He cut the chit-chat with a dismissing nod and gave chase to the fleeing bandit.

"Har har har, mister 'solo mission'." Geoffrey responded in mock annoyance. He hoped it was recieved as such anyway, it'd been awhile since they'd seen each other after all. No telling if he could still get away with the old jokes yet.

"You haven't been slacking, either, if your performance just now was the norm. Factoring in the fact you work solo I'd say you're doing better than me!"

With Igor's nod, Geoffrey silenced himself as well. This was still a battlefield and, despite the fact that it was incredibly in their favor currently, there was no telling what the enemy had planned. And even if there wasn't a plan that was equally as dangerous.

[Lucus Casius]

"You're welcome."

And then he stabs her with a slim lance, suspecting he knew enough at this point to call this the correct course of action.

[F.O.E.]

Martyn goes to strike Mia; however, before he can even attack Mia lashes out at him but misses what would've been a deep wound. That hardly registers though, as when Martyn goes for his counter an older and intimidating axeman, who had been perfectly concealed by the trees, stepped out and took the hit for Mia. Or would have, if Martyn had been able to hit him.

Vantage Activates!
Hit: 100-23-15=62
Hit Roll: 90 Crit Roll: 15
Miss!

Martyn Counters!
Guard Activates!
Hit: 102-30-15-16-5=37
Hit Roll: 48 Crit Roll: 88
Miss!

Martyn Attacks Again!
Hit: 102-30-15-16-5=37
Hit Roll: 85 Crit Roll: 80
Miss!

Map Updated
Enemy Stats Updated!

Spoiler: Win Conditions (click to show/hide)

Rout or Defeat Dimir!

Spoiler: Spoiler: HP Counts (click to show/hide)

PCs:
Gorog: 18/18
Aneira: 10/25
Ekul: -/20 (2/3)
Hilde: 19/19
Alexios: 18/23
Lian: 10/24
Martyn: 25/26
Sarrani: 8/23
Aika: 12/20
Dahzel: 23/23
Igor: 23/23
Dakob: 5/21

Enemies:
Pillager A: 31/31
Pillager B: 31/31
Pillager C: Worm'd/31
Pillager D: Zap'd/31
Pillager E: Worm'd/31
Bandit A: 27/27
Bandit B: Annihilated/27
Bandit C: 27/27
Bandit D: Flux'd/27
Bandit E: 3/27
Spellslinger A: 24/24
Spellslinger B: Deader than Dead/24
Spellslinger C: Based Igor/24
Spellslinger D: 24/24
Spellslinger E: Arrow'd/24
Spellslinger F: Axe'd a question/24
Swordfighter A: 23/23
Swordfighter B: Zap'd/23
Swordfighter C: Martyn'd/23
Swordfighter D: Initial Crit'd/23
Swordfighter E: ship'd/23
Ballistician A: 24/24
Mia: 25/25
Garick: 14/28
Dimir: 24/24
Garret: 30/30

Allies:
Geoffrey: 22/23
Edward: 16/24

Other:
TwinGate: 43/100 10 Def
Silvertongue A: 24/24
Silvertongue B: 24/24
Silvertongue C: 24/24
Leret: 35/35

EXP:47/100

[Rolepgeek]

"..."

Dakob wiped the sweat from his brow as he tucked away his book, pulling out a small kit of medical supplies, and jogging towards Lian.

"...you're injured," he said, as if that was explained everything. He didn't make a move to touch her or try to apply the bandages. He just stood, medical kit in hand, waiting for her to speak.

[darkpaladin109]

"Everyone wants to see Gorog's dancing."
11-8, perform Aika and Aneira.

[Swordstar]

Aneira to 10-10, shoot Garik with Training Bow, canto to 10-5

"Ha... He'll never learn. Ah... Alexios, Hilde... Could one of you help me out a little please?"

[CrimsonEon]

: "So I am." Lian stated with an indifferent tone as she glanced back to the giant mage, "Don't fret about it. A few scrapes never hurt anyone." The sword fighter sighed as her gaze fell back on the battlefield, allies had made quick work of the nearby enemies. Yet, near the forest in the southeast she could see Martyn facing off against another myrmidon, clearly more skilled than the others, exchanging a wild flurry of near-misses.
: "Hm. I suppose he'll need help. Sit tight, Dakob. This'll be over before you know it."
Lian to 14,7. Finish the Axeguy.

[Sirus]

: "I wouldn't mind a bit of healing myself. I see a bunch of shady-looking characters near the wall and they might try to take a few potshots at me."

[GiglameshDespair]

"I too require healing."

[Powder Miner]

:"I'm coming Aneira!"
11, 5 and heal Aneira.

[Rolepgeek]

Dakob just nodded as Lian spoke. When she left, he turned his attention to the others around the battlefield.

"...okay."

The man started running towards Aika, looking over her wounds as he opened the medical kit. He wasn't sure how much he could do for the Pegasus, though...it didn't seem in the greatest shape either.

"May I?" he asked, a roll of bandages in one hand, cleansing ointment in another.

[Swordstar]

"Right, much better. Think I'm going to charge ahead as soon as I catch my breath, but you stay safe, alright?"

[Powder Miner]

:"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

[Sirus]

"May I?" he asked, a roll of bandages in one hand, cleansing ointment in another.

: "As long as you're a gentleman about it, go right ahead. I'll need to be in top form when I fly over that wall."