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[filiusenox]

Ocade holds his hand out to where Misson is sitting in the familer "shake on it" manner.

"Good. So what type of gold are we dealing with? Ill pay you in old Elven gold."

[mission0]

Mission shakes Ocades hand

"I don't have something like old Elven but I do have these dwarven coins with some nice engravings on them"

Mission holds up a coin with a dragon on one side and a dwarf striking down a goblin on the other

[filiusenox]

"What fortress where those made in?"

[Little]

Little smiles, not at all frightened. The knife is out of her pocket in an instant, and she leaps to the side as the creatures fly at her. She slashes at the one on the right, which swerves at the last second to follow her. A clawed hand swipes at her, grazing her arm and lean leaving three small bloody cuts on her arm. Darkness is in one of the cuts, which burns like an acid, but Little doesn't even seem to notice. Her face has suddenly gone hard, and she leaps at the three creatures with a ferocious speed, slashing frantically with her knife.

"You...RIPPED...MY...JACKET!!!"

[filiusenox]

"Dangit, im gonna lose my bet...KILL HER CAIRN!"

[mission0]

Mission chuckles

"I don't know where these came from, just sorta found them"

[filiusenox]

"Huh...."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The lich takes out a massive bag of gold out of his chest compartment of infinity and places it on the bench.

"Put it all on Little!"

[deadlycairn]

The shadowthings screech as Littles blade tears into them, spraying dark ichor everywhere. Just as quickly as the cuts are made, they heal over, but the shadowlings are slowly losing mass. They are at least a head shorter than they were when the fight began, and shrinking. Cairn wastes no time, chanting wildly at the grey sky. Behind Little, her shadow flickers and dancers, echoing her movements - until it breaks free, swinging at her with the shadow of her own knife! Making certain to maintain momentum, Cairn unbinds his hand, letting the blood fall in complex patterns on the ground. When the final drop falls, he gasps and sways for a moment; his skin pales and seems almost to wither. But then it passes, and out of the darkness rises a single humanoid shadow, twisting and turning in the grey light. Its massive eyes fix on Little, and stare into her. The eyes speak of death and despair, black empty hollows of the abyss that seem to lead into something blacker than the darkness, a hole in the void itself. They seem to be sucking her in, absorbing her, feasting on what dark things every person has in their soul. Wicked scything blades protude from its forearms, and a devils tail curls behind it. Slowly it blinks, and another shadeling bursts forth from the ground and enters the fray.

((Meanwhile))

Deadly is no fool - this is Luke's terrain - he needs to choose his own ground. He crouches low, preparing to spring, and Luke prepares to defend himself. But Deadly swings around and leaps, out the building. With another bound he jumps onto the side of the building, scaling it quickly. His talons find every crack and handhold, and make them if there aren't any. He hauls himself up and through a window into an abandoned room, skin taking on the mottled grey tones of the stone. He hides himself and prepares the ambush, hissing to himself

"Now Luke, now you can come to me"

[Luke_Prowler]

Luke grinned. Did this guy really think he could hide on his home turf? Luke rushed up the levels, up stairs, up ramps, and even jumping up to get to the next level as quickly as possible. finally, he had found himself on the same level as he had saw Deadly disapear. the small room would be difficult to navigate in the bulk Terminator armor, and Luke would be an easy target to ambush. So the Space Marine did what soundedlike the best idea at the time: he crashed through the walls.

[Little]

A shadow of herself? Little's mind is a blur of ideas overlaid with a frenzy of cheerful bloody violence as she schemes. Mirror imaging, so fine. Hand a blur as she stabs her shadow in the chest, she grins as the blade of darkness rips into her own chest. She punches the mirror image in the face, smile unfazed as the somehow solid hand smashes into her face. With a sweep of her leg, the shadow mimics and both go tumbling into the air. However, the shadow's blade arm falls away from Little while her blade screams through the shadow's chest. The shadow and Little plunge to the ground, and Little rises while the shadow seems to struggle on the ground, frantic to keep up the symmetry. Multiple stamps of a Converse sneaker to the head later, which the shadow ineffectually mimics as wisps of darkness trail away from it and it grows smaller. As Little finishes, she turns, blood pouring out of her smiling face from the hard blow to the face and a small trail of blood flowing from the wound in her stomach. Not bad, she'd been in much worse shape and still fought on before, like the time those riot police cornered her and  almost killed her before Marc blew them off with the shotgun. Ah, good times...Smile growing as she remembers the happy times, she reaches into the left pocket of her jacket and pulls out a hand grenade, popping the pin with a single deft motion using her knife. She throws the grenade toward the monster and begins to run at Cairn, intent on smashing past the minor Shadeling with sheer momentum while the large unholy terror was occupied by the grenade's explosion and light.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"Oooh, I haven't seen a fight like this since the Kreigstanz came back to Sigil."

The Lich notices that the bar stocks rare trans-dimensional liqueurs.

"Hooray!"

Much drunkenness ensures.

[Archangel]

"Fuck this."
Archangel glides away but no one sees where he goes.

[deadlycairn]

Hunger, so much of it that it filled Deadly up and yet seemed to hollow him out from the inside. Hunger and rage that told him to kill, kill, kill! Deadly was used to the mind of the Feral, could control it, bend it to his bidding, but now he let it wash over him, filling him completely. Everything was about the prey. Every movement, every single breath designed to bring him closer to his prey. The Feral mind had no concept of itself as prey, and only limited understanding of danger. So Deadly did not flinch when the wall broke down, did not hiss in surprise. He was absolutely silent, not even breathing, skin camouflage matching the kaleidoscope of swirling dust. Silently, as Death, his tail uncurled, lowering him towards the lumbering prey. Talons unclenched and moved forward, slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, until they darted, faster than the eye cold catch, faster than the thoughts of the human Deadly, sinking deep into the armor of Luke! Screeching, Deadly dropped down onto the Space Marine, realising he could not lift the foe. Undeterred, he swiped at his face with his talons and lashed him with his tail, teeth lunging for the throat. Acid drops from his talons and teeth burn sizzling holes in the armor, and the Feral is smart enough to ensure his grip is tight enough to limit movement, but light enough to leap away should the tide turn. Ferals may have no concept of being prey, but humans do.

((One minor thing Little - the Shadow wasn't a mirror - Shadowmancers need darkness or shadows as a source for their summons, and enjoy using their enemies shadows as a source for the fear factor. But oh well, we'll say Cairn got it wrong ))

BOOOM!!!
The grenades shockwave rips through the Terror, the light and heat that should accompany it strangely absent. Shadow spatters everywhere, and the things body is torn almost in two. Soon though, the bits of Shadow slither back towards it, bubbling and hissing. It has lost a large amount of mass, but it is not dead, and it shrieks and lunges at Little, huge claws raking at her, and tail striking over its head to knock her off her feet. Only one shadeling is left, the first three having been finally unmade by the blast, and it lunges at Little, intent on preventing her reaching Cairn. Still though, he is not done yet, and wrings yet more blood out of his hand onto his own shadow, which eagerly leaps up to do his bidding, lunging at Little with the shadesword in its hand. Nearly spent, Cairn shudders and manages to mutter one last spell. The tattoos on his arm writhe and squirm, and darkness leaps up from the ground to engulf Cairn! It forms a glistening black armor and shield for him, encasing most of his body in shining darkness. Thus prepared, Cairn brings up his sword and shield, ready to fight if his minions fail

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The Lich, being drunk and therefore nowhere near smart enough to remember why he should not, though back to an old memory of his. It was in Sigil, after the harmonium had come back for shelter and The Lady had made a move that surprised everyone.

She didn't do anything to stop them. With that, the Kreigstanz came back to the city. Within a week, all of Sigil was ablaze. The Lich had taken advantage of this opportunity to re-take a bit of property that used to be his. It was a tower in the hive, unique among the debris of the city down there that it was a most well-appointed structure. He had lost it, when he along with the rest of the Athar were forced out of the city by edict of The Lady.

He was currently forcing all of the fools who had taken it for themselves out of the tower. Many had done nothing particularly blame-worthy in his eyes, but that didn't matter. This was his, and he would take it back.