William continued dodging and deflecting blows from the drow aimed at him as he fought, but it was quickly becoming one-sided. He knew, almost instictively, that if he did not press the attack he would quickly tire. And then an arrow whistled by him, like a screaming bullet taking one of the drow in an arm. The precise fletching and mithril shaft could only be of elven make, and the arrow itself sang, a song of seeking and death. It was not long before he was joined by others. An tall lanky spear elf with a mithril weapon, and three, um... three, wow. He was having a hard time thinking clearly, blood was rushing to his face and other extremities as the three lovely succubi warriors came to fight alongside him. It was easy to overlook the non-human side, what did he care if they had red skin and other odd features. Such women made him feel ferocious in battle. Uther too joined him, orichalum battle-axe in hand and ready to cleave foes.
With such formidable allies the drow ambush quickly turned into a rout as those that weren't able to flee rapidly enough were cut down. The remaining drow fled to the south, pursued by the city defenders. A frozen glob of spittle crackled by Williams head and his sight snapped up from his quarry. Now he knew what the shouting earlier had been about. A massive lizard-like beast stood to the south, a single eye in it's head, red-tinged scales, that deepened to carmine near the edges, and with two short stubby tails, likely lost in a previous battle and possibly not yet regrown as some lizards do. This was Xob, a hill titan, and it looked hungry.
The beast charged, hocking up several pieces of frozen spittle and sending them projectile like at the combat group. One of the chunks flew past and struck Imeka in the thigh, spinning him through the air and knocking him down.
Several more pieces flew as they charged, and William even deflected one off his shield. The elf was first to arrive and charged under the beast stabbing it in the rear foot and impaling it with his spear. The succubi were no less effective, landing blows to legs and feet, red scales taking on a darker hue. Uther and William too did their part, scoring a pair of hits on torso and lower body, sharp weapons cutting through scale and flesh. The beast reared, in pain and anger at the sudden affront. It lacked significant weapons though, despite it's size. Spitting more globs seemed ineffective, the projectiles damaging armor but doing little damage to the creatures beneath.
Suddenly the elf was in front of it again and it reared up, trying to come down upon the creature. The elf's mithril spear pierced the creature in the head, impaling it and the elf held on as it tried to shake him off. The succubi launched new attacks and the nearly immobilized foe, breaking legs, cutting into the crimson. Red was everywhere.
It was William who dealt the killing blow, coming up in a slash from beneath it caught the beast in the abdomen, severing the lower torso cleanly and sending the spasming chunks falling to the ground.
For a second the fighters all stood there, breathing heavily. Uther stared unabashedly at the heaving chests of his female compatriots. One of the succubi picked up a fallen scale and non-chalantly said:"Pity, it was a very delectable shade of red. Perhaps I shall have an amulet made from this scale."
As they returned to the city another of the red-skinned warriors sidled up to William, whispering in his ear:"You fight well, perhaps if there is time later you can show me some of your ... techniques."
She laughed lightly as they caravan guards returned to their ordinarily dull posts, fresh gleams in their eyes.
((No additional deaths or maimings. William got the kill on Xob. I do not believe Imeka suffered any lasting damage.
Summer is here so new round of pay has been posted!))
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