Zubin, who had just recovered from being dazed. reached into his pouch to produce a small knife which he then dug into Amala's left leg.
"Bastard! that this!"
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''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
"Grr wha' th' bloody 'ell was that" Amalas said as Zubin's knife dug into his leg. "Blighter is still moving."
Amalas picks Zubin up and hold him up i nthe air, and readys himself to knock Zubin's lights out.
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Thufir faced off against Surly, ready for anything. He noticed Surly subtly shift his weight forwards, and Thufir thought "Ah, preparing a charge are we?" Surly ran straight at Thufir, who lept aside, throwing a chair in Surly's path. Surly, having too much momentum, could do nothing but barrel into the sturdy chair, tripping him.
Zubin feels the tight grip of Amalas' fists around his body as he is lifted up into the air. Zubin's bones are about to break just when he kicks Amalas' balls with all the power left in him. Amalas says : ''Aaah. You dirty s'oundrels. You'll have ta' pay forat'.''.
Zubin crawl's on the floor trying to escape from Amalas. Amalas' reeles towards Zubin with his eyes filled with anger. He says : ''You can't hide from ma' bastard.
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''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Sir Elric peered out of the corner of his eye, at the drunk who was trying to talk to Cinara. But seeing that Carloseus was right there, he felt his presence would not be needed.
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A friend of the drunkard sent a chair flying at the black-haired swordsman, Carloseus put up his arm in defense as it shattered against him. Pieces of the chair hit nearby idiots and they in turn turned to see Carloseus and found him the cause of their interruption from their drinks.
"Why you little!" yelled one as he leapt at the bodyguard. One swift fist in his face sent him rearing back, only for three more to follow. Bottles and mugs were now flying in all directions, drunks and thugs alike rose up and started battle with random opponents. Carloseus himself was being bombarded with fists and kicks, hardly able to fight back as he kept them from nearing Cinara and from taking damage himself.
"I'll have her yet!" said the first drunkard, and a too familiar sound was heard, however muffled by the pounding chaos around them. Carloseus drew his sword just fast enough to parry a stab of a cutlass at his chest. Drunkards all around him backed off of his massive weapon but seeing its weilder they drew swords and came at him.
Damn! he thought. How could he settle this mess without massacreing all of them?
"Four on one! How cowardly dishonourable!!" Sir Elric cried. "How about we make this interesting"
He draws his greatsword and slices one of the drunk's chest open, expelling his innards onto the tavern floor.
"HA HA!!" he laughed. As another drunk angrily charged at the paladin.
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"Stand back!" yelled Carloseus as he waved his sword around. The first drunk saw this as a bluff, and called it as he charged forward. The bodyguard raised his sword high and brought it down on the oncoming figure. The drunk raised his cutlass to parry the blow, but it was too heavy. The gigantic sword fell down, splitting the old intoxicant in two and spewed his contents onto the floor, next to the poor bastard that met Sir Elric just before.
Sir Elric swung his greatsword to meet the charge of the drunk with such force it sent the drunk flying backwards into another group of rowdy patrons, who quickly took up arms, and ran at the paladin, who stood ready to withstand their assault.
Vasallus the Iron Golem, who had remained virtually motionless until now rose to his feet.
He intercepted the assault, his hard casing cause the drunks blows to be deflected, and vibrate so much that the dropped their weapons in recoil from the pain.
"I thank you for your assistance, but I really feel as though it was needed" Sir Elric said.
Vasallus turned to face Sir Elric as if to say 'Is that right', but he remained as quiet as ever.
"Ya damn pile o' scrap metal! Ya gonna pay fer that". The drunks called out.
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Another drunk rushed at him, too swift for the mammoth sword.
"I got you now, boy!" he muttered. The very smell of his breath raised the hairs on the back of Carloseus's neck if they were not already standing.
"Burn in hell!" he yelled, and concentrated hard and deep. Embers came to his hand as he muttered the spell:
"Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio!" he said quickly, and a torrent of fire escaped his hand, burning his enemy instantly. It raged through his palm for another three seconds before he closed it off by making a fist. The odor of the burning body now falling to peices with horrific moans burned into his nostrils, and he looked around to find anyone still willing to fight. The taste of death was too much for him, he could barely control the bloodlust now that he had smelt death. He turned to Sir Elric and found the golem assisting him.
"I warn you one last time, stand back!" he yelled at the drunks, half-hoping they would keep coming.
Venex, who had been resting in a room upstairs to recover his energy woke with a start. There were very loud crashing noises coming from downstairs jumbled with shouts and curses. He rose from his bed, hoisting his breeches and tying his belt. He popped open his door and peered down the stairs. A drunk man was crawling by, bleeding from the mouth and whimpering. He looked at the Necromancer and spit a glob of blood at his feet before crawling on to his own room.
"What in the name of Rathma?" Venex said in shock. Johnny came up beside him and pointed downstairs. The Necromancer followed the skeleton's finger and saw the brawl going on downstairs. Zubin and Thufir were fighting one giant of a man while the other mercanaries were engaged with the patrons. Johnny looked to his master for a go ahead. Venex nodded. This was a fight he didn't want to miss. He grabbed his dagger and wand and ran back to his window. Looking out, he saw Kennedy - who had been forced to remain outside due to his odour - and whistled for his attention. A chance already to prove the golem's worth.
He ran back to the stairs and rushed down them as fast as he could, dagger out, Johnny in tow. He reached the bottom and used the drunk at his feet as a springboard, leaping from the man's back onto the tall foe attacking Thufir and Zubin. "This oughta teach you for messing with my friends!" He aimed a stab at the big man's eye, and missed, instead slicing the man's forehead. Blood dribbled down into his eye. Good enough! Venex thought, swinging off the giant.
Kennedy came bursting through the door with a roar and joined Vassalus beside Sir Elric.
Venex dodged a blow from the giant man and shouted to Thufir and Zubin. "Come on! We can take him!"
"What are ya bloody standing around fer ya gobs" The bar tender said to the rest of his thuggish bouncers. "Get in there an' do sumfing"
Four more thugs entered the fray, posed to strike, 2 went for Carloseus and Sir Elric, whilst the other two headed in the direction of Thufir and Zubin.
"Had enough have you? HAAHH!!!" Yelled Sir Elric as he brought his blade down upon a drunken ruffian, not only slicing him in to but the table behind him as well.
While Vasallus swiftly issued another drunk a perfectly executed right hook, knocking him flat on his back and out cold.
"Fine work my metal comrade, fine work indeed" Sir Elric commented.
Vasallus just looked at Sir Elric as if you say ' I am only doing my job', then quickly leveled yet another tavern patron.
"Facio, Voco, Ferre!!!!" Balgarath chanted as he conjured a spear of bone into existence, which hurdled towards a thug, and impaled him up against a wall.
"Joined the fight have you" Sir Elric said.
"I couldn't let you have all the fun." Balgarath replied.
"Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio!" Chanted Balgarath as he caused the body of a deceased patron to explode, sending patrons and furniture al ike in all directions. "ARGH, be careful with that spell!!" Sir Elric said in a rather annoyed tone, as he brushed of the shrapnel off his armor.
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Zubin saw a thug approaching towards him and said : ''You'll keep coming eh?''
The thug had a greater built than that of Amalas and was much more mad than any other thug present there. Zubin crawled to where his bag was kept. He dug his hand into his ragged bag and took out two daggers. He took one of the dagger and started walking towards the thug. As he neared the thug, the thug grabbed his neck and tried to choke him. Zubin swung his hand into the air and pushed the dagger right into the thug's shoulder.
The thug's grip loosened and Zubin got out alive. The thug said : ''Aarhh, bastard. You think that'll take ma'?'' . ''No?'' Zubin asked. The thug was in utter pain but was not to be weakened soon. He started walking towards Zubin and this time Zubin pushed the other dagger into the thug's chest sending him crashing to the floor. The thug screamed in pain and tried to get up. But he went unconcious. Zubin was amused by the thug's strength.
He felt blood dripping through his body. This was because of the thug who made him crash into the wall. He saw a mixture of beer and blood spilled on the entire floor and all the tables and chairs were broken. Mugs and plates were flying through the place and people were yelling in different accents.
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''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
As the fight escalated another of the drunken patrons, sitting at a nearby table, decides to make a go at it. I raised my staff, thwapp - to the head knocking, him unconscious. Upon seeing their comrad fall the other two drunks sitting at the table draw their daggers and approach.
As the first of the two nears I kick him square in the chest, sending him flying back into the wall. Seeing his other buddy crash into the wall, the third drunk lets out a grunt and runs to tackle me. I had just enough time to draw my dagger and plunge it into him allowing the force of him falling on me to push it in even futher.
As I try to free myself of the drunk laying atop of me I get a helping hand from Carloseus, who kicks the man aside. "You are bleeding lady Cinara."
I look down and see that my shoulder has been sliced by the third drunk's dagger. I probe the wound and discover that fortunately it is not deep.
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Give, expecting nothing thereof. ------------ BoD - Come have some fun! Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
As Zubin engaged another large foe, Venex and Thufir worked on the first one. "Ge' offa me you bawstard!" he shouted as Venex again made a stab for the man's head. He swung a large arm and knocked Venex out of the way. Thufir took a chair and wacked the man on his head with it. The giant man stumbled a little, then turned and delivered a punch to Thufir's stomach. Venex saw Thufir double over and fall.
Suddenly, Kennedy was engaged with the man. They were of equal height and - as Venex noted to himself - of equal unattractiveness and odour. The giant man swung his fist to deliver a gut-wrenching punch to the golem but, when his fist reached the creature's stomach, it just sunk in. Suddenly, the golem's skin hardened again and the giant man found his hand trapped inside.
"Whatta yer done, mud-'ead!?" he shouted. Kennedy raised his hand in the air. It rippled and changed shape, suddenly becoming a giant club. "Oh bollocks," said the giant man.
BOOM! The fist came down on his head, and he fell to the floor, his hand slipping from the now softened stomach of the golem. Venex stood and walked to his new accomplice. "Thanks for the help." The golem saluted. "Now go and help the others!" he ordered, and Kennedy swiftly turned and began beating up other drunkards.
Venex offered a hand to Thufir, pulling him up. "Come on Thufir. Let's find Zubin!"
The monk awoke from the hay he lay in beside Karym the mule. He woke and stretched and patted the mule on the head.
"The staff would be too awkward to use in such a small area my friend, but yes I will bring you some milk. I wanted some too." The monk smiled to the mule and left the stable house. He got to the door of the tavern and heard all the commotion going on inside. He decided a nice little chant would be nice to avoid the loudness of the tavern.
As he chanted he opened the door and walked into the tavern. His eyes were closed as he chanted and he walked amongst all the fighting. As he walked in the group of traveling partners would all hear a resonating within their souls and a minds eye would open to them all. They would feel the air moving before a punch, or bottle, or weapon from any type of attack could get to them giving them just a moment to move first.
The monk easily manuevered around all of the mess without once taking a blow. He got to the bar and searched behind it. He found no milk. He shrugged and began to leave rather dissapointed he had no milk. This was the way of the world he would be fine without it.
Before he made it to the door the wind moved wrong and he turned and caught in his hand a fist from one of the ruffians.
"I have no desire to fight you. Calm your self and be one with your world. Release your ang...." A punch from the man's other hand landed square in his face. The monk released the man's hand and staggered back. He smiled as he wiped the blood from his lip.
"Then you shall learn by the power of the body." He adapted his fighting pose and went swiftly in like a leaf flowing along the water. His movements were but a blurr and his open handed palm punches landed with deadly accuracy on the drunken man. Within a few blows the man was unconscious at the monks feet. He turned and noticed all the fighting that his friends were doing and decided he would engage the next unlucky drunk.
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As the companions joined the battle, the tide began to turn. Within moments, all the thugs, and a good many of the patrons, were unconscious, or dead. "Well, now that that little unpleasantness is cleared up," said Thufir, holding his bruised ribs, "Let's get some food, shall we?"
With the fighting which would forever come to be known as the battle at The Drunken Rat, over the adventurers enjoyed a light breakfast before heading out to rid the Winspear Hills of it's monsterous plague.
"It has been a while since I have slain any ogres." Sir Elric said to Balgarath. "Wildly unpredictable beasts, they are just as likely to use themselves or a tree as a weapon as they are a sword or axe. That or the vile creatures regurgitate their stomach contents all over you, lost a good suit of armor that way, damn putrid stuff burned right through it"
"They do sound like the most interesting of creatures, I would like to study them further, but I do not foresee it happen on this encounter" Balagarath said with a slight sigh.
"You could always use your share of the reward to buy one I suppose, various places offer them as slaves or mercenaries." Sir Elric replied.
"I do not think I will need to go to that length to study one." Balgarath said. "I think they have some old texts on them back at the academy, though I am sure they will be well out of date. prehaps after we are done with this errand and I return, I will update them as best I can."
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"Ogres? I've heard of the brutes, but never fought one. I've heard they are many times stronger than any man, and not all too slow either" said Thufir.
Zubin was glad that he got rid of all those thugs and brutesmen. He was a little relieved but his body was in a little pain. His wounds were dried but still his cloths were full of blood stains. He was smelling badly.
He sat down crouching on the sand and said : ''At last they're gone. I've never seen a fight like this before but i'm glad that this will allow me to gain some knowledge and experience about situations like these.'' I don't know what else is waiting for us.
He then saw that everyone was a little far from him. He suddenly stood up and started to walk towards them with a little bit of more speed.
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''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
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"Bastard! that this!"
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Amalas picks Zubin up and hold him up i nthe air, and readys himself to knock Zubin's lights out.
Zubin crawl's on the floor trying to escape from Amalas. Amalas' reeles towards Zubin with his eyes filled with anger. He says : ''You can't hide from ma' bastard.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
"Why you little!" yelled one as he leapt at the bodyguard. One swift fist in his face sent him rearing back, only for three more to follow. Bottles and mugs were now flying in all directions, drunks and thugs alike rose up and started battle with random opponents. Carloseus himself was being bombarded with fists and kicks, hardly able to fight back as he kept them from nearing Cinara and from taking damage himself.
"I'll have her yet!" said the first drunkard, and a too familiar sound was heard, however muffled by the pounding chaos around them. Carloseus drew his sword just fast enough to parry a stab of a cutlass at his chest. Drunkards all around him backed off of his massive weapon but seeing its weilder they drew swords and came at him.
Damn! he thought. How could he settle this mess without massacreing all of them?
"Four on one! How cowardly dishonourable!!" Sir Elric cried. "How about we make this interesting"
He draws his greatsword and slices one of the drunk's chest open, expelling his innards onto the tavern floor.
"HA HA!!" he laughed. As another drunk angrily charged at the paladin.
Vasallus the Iron Golem, who had remained virtually motionless until now rose to his feet.
He intercepted the assault, his hard casing cause the drunks blows to be deflected, and vibrate so much that the dropped their weapons in recoil from the pain.
"I thank you for your assistance, but I really feel as though it was needed" Sir Elric said.
Vasallus turned to face Sir Elric as if to say 'Is that right', but he remained as quiet as ever.
"Ya damn pile o' scrap metal! Ya gonna pay fer that". The drunks called out.
"I got you now, boy!" he muttered. The very smell of his breath raised the hairs on the back of Carloseus's neck if they were not already standing.
"Burn in hell!" he yelled, and concentrated hard and deep. Embers came to his hand as he muttered the spell:
"Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio!" he said quickly, and a torrent of fire escaped his hand, burning his enemy instantly. It raged through his palm for another three seconds before he closed it off by making a fist. The odor of the burning body now falling to peices with horrific moans burned into his nostrils, and he looked around to find anyone still willing to fight. The taste of death was too much for him, he could barely control the bloodlust now that he had smelt death. He turned to Sir Elric and found the golem assisting him.
"I warn you one last time, stand back!" he yelled at the drunks, half-hoping they would keep coming.
"What in the name of Rathma?" Venex said in shock. Johnny came up beside him and pointed downstairs. The Necromancer followed the skeleton's finger and saw the brawl going on downstairs. Zubin and Thufir were fighting one giant of a man while the other mercanaries were engaged with the patrons. Johnny looked to his master for a go ahead. Venex nodded. This was a fight he didn't want to miss. He grabbed his dagger and wand and ran back to his window. Looking out, he saw Kennedy - who had been forced to remain outside due to his odour - and whistled for his attention. A chance already to prove the golem's worth.
He ran back to the stairs and rushed down them as fast as he could, dagger out, Johnny in tow. He reached the bottom and used the drunk at his feet as a springboard, leaping from the man's back onto the tall foe attacking Thufir and Zubin. "This oughta teach you for messing with my friends!" He aimed a stab at the big man's eye, and missed, instead slicing the man's forehead. Blood dribbled down into his eye. Good enough! Venex thought, swinging off the giant.
Kennedy came bursting through the door with a roar and joined Vassalus beside Sir Elric.
Venex dodged a blow from the giant man and shouted to Thufir and Zubin. "Come on! We can take him!"
Four more thugs entered the fray, posed to strike, 2 went for Carloseus and Sir Elric, whilst the other two headed in the direction of Thufir and Zubin.
"Had enough have you? HAAHH!!!" Yelled Sir Elric as he brought his blade down upon a drunken ruffian, not only slicing him in to but the table behind him as well.
While Vasallus swiftly issued another drunk a perfectly executed right hook, knocking him flat on his back and out cold.
"Fine work my metal comrade, fine work indeed" Sir Elric commented.
Vasallus just looked at Sir Elric as if you say ' I am only doing my job', then quickly leveled yet another tavern patron.
"Facio, Voco, Ferre!!!!" Balgarath chanted as he conjured a spear of bone into existence, which hurdled towards a thug, and impaled him up against a wall.
"Joined the fight have you" Sir Elric said.
"I couldn't let you have all the fun." Balgarath replied.
"Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio!" Chanted Balgarath as he caused the body of a deceased patron to explode, sending patrons and furniture al ike in all directions.
"ARGH, be careful with that spell!!" Sir Elric said in a rather annoyed tone, as he brushed of the shrapnel off his armor.
The thug had a greater built than that of Amalas and was much more mad than any other thug present there. Zubin crawled to where his bag was kept. He dug his hand into his ragged bag and took out two daggers. He took one of the dagger and started walking towards the thug. As he neared the thug, the thug grabbed his neck and tried to choke him. Zubin swung his hand into the air and pushed the dagger right into the thug's shoulder.
The thug's grip loosened and Zubin got out alive. The thug said : ''Aarhh, bastard. You think that'll take ma'?'' . ''No?'' Zubin asked. The thug was in utter pain but was not to be weakened soon. He started walking towards Zubin and this time Zubin pushed the other dagger into the thug's chest sending him crashing to the floor. The thug screamed in pain and tried to get up. But he went unconcious. Zubin was amused by the thug's strength.
He felt blood dripping through his body. This was because of the thug who made him crash into the wall. He saw a mixture of beer and blood spilled on the entire floor and all the tables and chairs were broken. Mugs and plates were flying through the place and people were yelling in different accents.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
As the first of the two nears I kick him square in the chest, sending him flying back into the wall. Seeing his other buddy crash into the wall, the third drunk lets out a grunt and runs to tackle me. I had just enough time to draw my dagger and plunge it into him allowing the force of him falling on me to push it in even futher.
As I try to free myself of the drunk laying atop of me I get a helping hand from Carloseus, who kicks the man aside. "You are bleeding lady Cinara."
I look down and see that my shoulder has been sliced by the third drunk's dagger. I probe the wound and discover that fortunately it is not deep.
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
Suddenly, Kennedy was engaged with the man. They were of equal height and - as Venex noted to himself - of equal unattractiveness and odour. The giant man swung his fist to deliver a gut-wrenching punch to the golem but, when his fist reached the creature's stomach, it just sunk in. Suddenly, the golem's skin hardened again and the giant man found his hand trapped inside.
"Whatta yer done, mud-'ead!?" he shouted. Kennedy raised his hand in the air. It rippled and changed shape, suddenly becoming a giant club. "Oh bollocks," said the giant man.
BOOM! The fist came down on his head, and he fell to the floor, his hand slipping from the now softened stomach of the golem. Venex stood and walked to his new accomplice. "Thanks for the help." The golem saluted. "Now go and help the others!" he ordered, and Kennedy swiftly turned and began beating up other drunkards.
Venex offered a hand to Thufir, pulling him up. "Come on Thufir. Let's find Zubin!"
"The staff would be too awkward to use in such a small area my friend, but yes I will bring you some milk. I wanted some too." The monk smiled to the mule and left the stable house. He got to the door of the tavern and heard all the commotion going on inside. He decided a nice little chant would be nice to avoid the loudness of the tavern.
"Sabbe sattā sabbe pāṇā Sabbe bhūtā ca kevalā Sabbe bhadrāni passantu Mā kiñci pāpam'āgamā"
As he chanted he opened the door and walked into the tavern. His eyes were closed as he chanted and he walked amongst all the fighting. As he walked in the group of traveling partners would all hear a resonating within their souls and a minds eye would open to them all. They would feel the air moving before a punch, or bottle, or weapon from any type of attack could get to them giving them just a moment to move first.
The monk easily manuevered around all of the mess without once taking a blow. He got to the bar and searched behind it. He found no milk. He shrugged and began to leave rather dissapointed he had no milk. This was the way of the world he would be fine without it.
Before he made it to the door the wind moved wrong and he turned and caught in his hand a fist from one of the ruffians.
"I have no desire to fight you. Calm your self and be one with your world. Release your ang...." A punch from the man's other hand landed square in his face. The monk released the man's hand and staggered back. He smiled as he wiped the blood from his lip.
"Then you shall learn by the power of the body." He adapted his fighting pose and went swiftly in like a leaf flowing along the water. His movements were but a blurr and his open handed palm punches landed with deadly accuracy on the drunken man. Within a few blows the man was unconscious at the monks feet. He turned and noticed all the fighting that his friends were doing and decided he would engage the next unlucky drunk.
"Dawn"
With the fighting which would forever come to be known as the battle at The Drunken Rat, over the adventurers enjoyed a light breakfast before heading out to rid the Winspear Hills of it's monsterous plague.
"It has been a while since I have slain any ogres." Sir Elric said to Balgarath. "Wildly unpredictable beasts, they are just as likely to use themselves or a tree as a weapon as they are a sword or axe. That or the vile creatures regurgitate their stomach contents all over you, lost a good suit of armor that way, damn putrid stuff burned right through it"
"They do sound like the most interesting of creatures, I would like to study them further, but I do not foresee it happen on this encounter" Balagarath said with a slight sigh.
"You could always use your share of the reward to buy one I suppose, various places offer them as slaves or mercenaries." Sir Elric replied.
"I do not think I will need to go to that length to study one." Balgarath said. "I think they have some old texts on them back at the academy, though I am sure they will be well out of date. prehaps after we are done with this errand and I return, I will update them as best I can."
He sat down crouching on the sand and said : ''At last they're gone. I've never seen a fight like this before but i'm glad that this will allow me to gain some knowledge and experience about situations like these.'' I don't know what else is waiting for us.
He then saw that everyone was a little far from him. He suddenly stood up and started to walk towards them with a little bit of more speed.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface