Team Greyriver, Assemble

JP with Lorem, Bandorchu, Omni and Lucian:

Gonyaul screamed, “Voah …. Alexis ….!” His parallelogram shaped eyes opening wide in concern and fear for their safety. He had never seen a human, if this lady was even that, move as such. He needed to help. Perhaps he could put an end to the unnecessary need for violence which could very quickly escalate and cause ruin for his friends.

Gonyaul couldn’t believe he was getting off Amu after just having gotten back on her. He slid off and grabbed hold of his staff. He pulled and it didn’t budge. His eyes gasped, it was tied to the horse’s mane still.

He looked at the stranger and shouted in Vauxian, “Don’t hurt anyone, violence isn’t necessary.” His expression was one begging for a timeout while he began frantically trying to unbraid the horse hair from the two points of attachment. Not to mention remove his traveling gear from the weapon.

All the while, in the back of his mind he was saying to himself. ~I am no doubt the worst warrior in all the land. Hurry up Gonyaul, hurry up.~

Undeniably Alexis was spending way to much time on her back on a battlefield, being kicked, pushed or alternatively propelled by some kind of magikal or whatever projectiles. To be fair she doubted it was a regular mercenary’s fare to face off with cult leaders, giant apes or mythical figures from cautionary tales. Wasn’t she the lucky gal.

Groaning and snarling, she fought her way back to her feet, drawing a knife from her belt as she went to make her way back over to their formidable opponent.

When the Alossi woman rushed them, the wind had picked up and it seemed as if a gust had carried her like a leaf. Sand kicked up in her wake and seemed to hang suspended in the air for longer than was possible.

Through gritted teeth, Voah shook the numbness from her arm as she recovered her stance trying to position herself between her beau and the Alossi and hopefully position Alexis behind the woman.

When the first attack finally registered, Tarmen felt unsure what to do next. The woman moved like lightening and struck like it too, sending two veteran warriors flying like sparring children. It made being on the horse feel just as useless as on his feet.

With Voah and Alexis getting their bearings again, he dismounted and retrieved a new weapon he had purchased in Desdem.
The wood was of lower quality, meant for simple hunting, but that meant it could prove a nuisance to their foe. It felt odd holding a bow again, realizing he had forgotten his own long ago, but after notching an arrow and taking a breath, it felt as natural as ever. Now he waited for a moment to fire.

Gonyaul finally undid the second runner’s braid. Amu shifted, startled by all the sudden commotion, causing the staff to slide off of her shoulders on the opposite side Gonyaul was standing.

Gonyaul’s made an exasperated groan as the staff landed in the sand away from him instead of being in his hands. He kept trying to get around Amu; however, the horse kept awkwardly getting in his way. Either the horse was growing increasingly nervous and reacting to Gonyaul’s positioning and sounds, or the horse was cleverly trying to keep Gonyaul out of the fight. No one would ever know what that horse was really thinking in the moment.

After a few circle dances with Amu, Gonyaul was able to retrieve the staff out of the sand. He rolled it up and over his shoulders to the other hand; his dominant hand. One end was now in his left hand while the other end was resting in the sand. He tried to gauge the situation now that he wasn’t fumbling around, noticing that a Tarmen had locked an arrow on the target. It wasn’t a good idea to get in the way of that.