Misunderstanding [ATTN badriyah]

[Dorrin]

Dorrin was not having a good day. He had been simply camping out trying to get some peace when the sounds of drunken singing permeated his tent. Angrily he went outside when he saw a man staggering along the road obviously heavily intoxicated. He stumbled a bit along the road and cursed frequently as he kept stepping into mud (it had rained the night before). He saw Dorrin and amicably managed to walk over to him. To Dorrin’s disgust he put an arm around him and said “Well ello friend. Fine day for a drink!”

 

The last was said with a roar that made Dorrin wonder if he had gone deaf. He pushed the drunk away, but a split second before he did so a knife was in the drunk’s hand and at Dorrin’s rib. The only reason Dorrin was spared more than a superficial wound was because he pushed the drunk away and it was with a start that he realized he was dealing with a bandit more than a drunk. This was confirmed when the drunk lost his stagger and pulled out his sword and with a deadly whisper demanded that Dorrin hand everything he had over. Dorrin cursed himself for not seeing through the facade and in a flash had his own sword out and attacked the bandit.

 

The battle was over surprisingly quickly. The bandit had swung a quick attack at Dorrin’s side which Dorrin blocked. Dorrin than attack with his own thrust causing the bandit to jump back, and then to Dorrinn’s amusement he the bandit tripped and fell right into a puddle. He bandit found a sword at his throat and realized his sword signaling his surrender. Dorrin smiled than used his feet to turn the man over then pushed the man’s face into the puddle. The bandit thrashed around as he ran out of air while Dorrin considered whether or not to let him have any.

 

[badriyah]

It was the evening and Drelana was trying her best not to worry over her missing younger sister as she started out from a village she had been stranded at for two days through thunderstorms. It had been almost a week since she had last seen her parents and they had told her of her sister’s disappearance and the more the nineteen-year-old thought about it the more confused she was. Her sister had not seemed unsatisfied with life on the farm last time she had seen her but it was true that Drelana had never gotten as close to her as she would’ve liked to, the five-year gap between the two making it difficult for them to find many topics of conversation that each found entertaining. Light protect the foolish child. she prayed as she padded through the mud, grateful for the well-made boots that protected her feet from the cold, slippery path.

 

Being out among the wilderness had a way of cheering up the huntress and she smiled as she began to feel the chill of the moist air around her through the leather vest she wore. She blew her dark bangs out of her face and pushed her long hair back over her shoulder with a small, happy laugh at absolutely nothing. She felt so much better already! Drelana doubted anything could ruin her sudden unexpected good mood. She wouldn’t even be irritated if it rained again, she’d simply walk about in the shower until she could not stand being soaked, and then would head back to the village for another night at the inn. No, not even the prospect of possibly having to return to civilization would affect her cheerfulness.

 

It was just as the violet-eyed girl had added a little skip to her step that she recognized human voices exchanging words outside near a tent that hadn’t been obvious to her when she was further off. She stopped near where two men stood, believing herself to be seen and hadn’t time to realize she wasn’t as a drunken lout from the village threw his arm around another and bellowed something almost incomprehensible into the brown-haired man’s ear. Abruptly and without any obvious reason she could detect the one who was evidently sober and looked to be in a dark mood shoved the drunk aside and the next thing she knew the two had swords drawn and were clashing about wildly. Drelana quickly tried to see the faces of the fighters and recognized the drunk almost immediately as being a man from the village who was disliked by many, though everyone had different reasons for shunning him. He had never done anything wrong except drink excessively that Drelana had noticed, and certainly in this situation he had done nothing to deserve the attack the other made on him.

 

As she stood trying desperately to decide what to do the villager was defeated and pushed into a puddle where he thrashed about, struggling to breathe. The look on the attacker’s face made Drelana doubt he intended to allow the poor man to live. So, without much further thought, Drelana skirted the tent, stalked over to the stranger from behind, and tried to pull enough strength together to punch him hard in the small of his back, though once she had given the blow she immediately wished she hadn’t, as she could be almost absolutely certain it had hurt her fist more than it had his back. As he spun around, eyes glittering with rage, she hastily unsheathed the dirk that hung from her belt and ducked just in time to miss a swing that might’ve taken her head. She tightened her grip on her blade and aimed an awkward thrust at the man’s middle that only just touched him before he danced out of the way.

 

Her pulse sped in the thrill of the fight and anticipation and she kicked the man in the mud and said, “Help me, you lazy fool!” but all she got out of the winded drunk was an almost inaudible grunt. The huntress gritted her teeth and faced the armed man again, so I’ll have to do this bastard’s dirty work for him?

 

OOC: I wasn't sure where your char was, so I assumed near a village; is that alright? plz pm me if you need me to change it :). Also, sorry about the late post, we had a blackout so I couldn't use the compy yesterday.

 

 

Drelana

[Dorrin]

Dorrin was outraged that this woman attacked him, but he soon realized what happened. Obviously she was the bandit’s accomplice, though obviously new to the game since she began by punching him instead of stabbing him before he had noticed her. Well that mistake was going to cost her, her life. She was just skilled enough with the dirk that Dorrin did not believe he could disarm her without great personal risk so he would simply kill her instead.

 

He attacked her with a vicious swing that he easily dodged and they exchanged a series of blows and blocks before moving apart. Dorrin was breathing slightly harder than he expected, which just went to show that he had not been fighting worthy opponents for far too long. Which meant that he would be forced to dip into his special pool of tricks to win this fight, which he had no qualms doing. After all, considering the woman was a bandit, things would not go well for him if he lost.

 

As he at the woman circled around each other Dorrin’s hand slowly went down to the pouch on his belt. The woman tensed and Dorrin suspected that she thought he was about to pull out a mini-dagger or something else. “You picked the wrong person to rob” he snarled. Quickly Dorrin grabbed the entire pouch and threw it at her. Simultaneously he attacked aiming a wicked swing at her torso. With luck the pepper that would go into the air once it hit the woman would put her into a sneezing fit and make her an easy target.

 

[badriyah]

The man she was fighting’s words barely had time to register with Drelana before he reached for his belt, as though for another weapon. The huntress tensed, gripping the hilt of her dirk hard as she awaited another weapon of some sort to be drawn. Somewhere in the back of her mind, beyond the almost deafening pounding of her heart, she wondered about what he said, Rob? I didn’t rob him! What in Shayol Ghul does he mean? But she was too worked up to think it through clearly; the man’s hand was reaching for something…but she couldn’t see any signs of a concealed weapon. Light!

 

And then he extracted a pouch – of all things – from his belt, the sort that one might expect to hold gold coins, and tossed it at her. Only no sound, no clinking of coins came from it, which was odd to say the least. The pouch hit the edge of her blade, tearing open, releasing powdered black pepper into the breeze that was now blowing straight in her direction. Drelana sneezed again and again, a strangely innocent sound in that setting; like the voice of a child on a battlefield. Between sneezes, the young woman saw the man bounding towards her, steel cutting through the air soundlessly. “Burn you!” she managed, as she deflected his attack clumsily, and then tried to send one of her own. Drelana no longer had a stable stance, however, and when the pepper-thrower blocked the awkward thrust of her dirk, the force of it caused her to lose her balance. The huntress landed on her back in the mud, her dirk somewhere beyond her reach.

 

Fear rose instinctively in the nineteen-year-old as the man she had attacked stood over her, raising his sword. Thoughts swept by frantically as she tried to figure a way out of this mess. And then suddenly it struck her that if this man thought she was a thief he probably assumed that because the drunk had tried to rob him and then she had helped the drunk by attacking him. She hadn’t seen the villager steal or threaten, but perhaps she had missed it, or missed some earlier encounter between the two. She had a very, very slight chance that if this man knew the truth he might step back. If he didn’t, her options were either to try to roll away on the ground, though it would be difficult since there were rocks strewn about the area, or if she managed to get the knife she had tucked in her leather out in time she could aim low and stab him in the gut as he bent to kill her. Drelana reached into her armor as she said viciously, “Kill me and you’ll be killing an innocent. Ask in the town: they know me, I help them.” The young woman couldn’t be sure, but she thought she could read hesitation in the man’s eyes, though for the most part they seemed angry and determined. "Go ahead, murderer."

 

 

Drelana

[Dorrin]

(Sorry about how late this is, I have been insanely busy.)

 

Dorrin took a moment to consider the woman's words as he stood above her ready to deliver a final blow. He supposed it was possible that she simply came upon him as he was punishing the bandit and assumed the worst.And despite any moral ambiguities Dorrin could be accused of being guilty of, killing innocent people was not one of them. As Dorrin studied the girl he realized with a bit of shock that she was young, seemingly a few years younger than Dorrin. He also had to admit that she was rather pretty too...

 

He shook his head irritably disgusted with himself. He of all people should know that it did not matter how old a person was or even how attractive they were, they could easily trick you until they killed you all the same. This girl probably just made the story up off the top of her head as she realized that Dorrin might not want to kill someone who just made a mistake. Well it was a good try, but fortunately Dorrin was not a stranger to such tactics and they would not work on him today.

 

But before he killed her, or even raised his sword he felt a sharp intense pain in his back. Without even turning he knew that the bandit had recovered and had thrown a knife that just barely missed Dorrin's spine. Dorrin turned ready to fend off the next attack but he was much too slow, as another knife buried itself in his left shoulder rendering his arm useless. And finally one final knive hit his  right leg making it a challenge simply to stand.

 

The bandit circled Dorrin with malicious glee in his eyes as Dorrin desperately tried to fend him off. In normal conditions the bandit would not be a problem but because of the knives it hurt to breath much less fight. However Dorrin forced his mind to calm down and realized that the bandit probably used up his stash of hidden knives and would not be a problem for Dorrin to defeat as long as he was able to use his right arm. This hope was dashed when he found himself being driven back by quick punches as his sword was to heavy too move quickly with just one hand. 

 

Another hit had Dorrin on the ground. He stared in shock for a second when he realized he had been hit with a sizable rock as the man's punches had been too weak. Unfortunately now the bandit's foot had Dorrin's last usable arm pinned and Dorrin could only glare with hate and a bit of fear as he waited for the bandit to beat him to deah.