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 Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 11:52 am
Ever cupped a hand over his nose and let Lytka haul him along, fairly useless -- mostly just trying to duck elbows and swings. Easier said than done. He at Lytka were at the core of this thing in more ways than one; not only physically, but they were the instigators, pushing buttons, and in their ragged furs, as hunters, they could so easily be viewed as the problem.
People stepped into their paths. Shouts covered up his reply to her, some comment. Someone got a hand hooked into the back of Ever's shirt to drag him back out of her grasp. It was going to take them some time -- and some cuts and bruises -- to escape the throng.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 11:57 am
It was probably lucky happenstance that things happened the way they did, that Ayle was moving out of the crowd in roughly the same direction Lytka and Ever were.
The man who'd gotten a hand tangled up Ever's shoulder abruptly let go, crumpling down into a heap on the ground, dazed and groaning; there wasn't much that the hilt of an iron dagger couldn't do. Ayle had slipped up behind the man and hit him neatly on the back of the head, dropping him to the ground. It wouldn't do more than stun him, but it bought Ever some time -- time that Ayle wasn't quite sure he deserved.
"Come on," the weaponsmith hissed; he had a cut along one cheekbone, which had already begun to crust over with blood, and a lucky stroke had opened up a long rent in his cloak which he'd have to get repaired. He'd hook an arm through Ever's and make off with him towards the alleyway he'd been heading towards, hopefully out of line of sight of the crowd. Out of sight, out of mind. "I don't know why I'm doing this," he added, glancing over his shoulder; his dagger was still in his other hand. "I see where my money went."
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 2:46 pm
Lytka whirled as Ever was pulled away from her, one hand balled into a fist and the other reaching for one of the daggers at her belt. These were usually used for skinning and gutting beasts, but if this fight got any more nasty she might have to use them after all.
When she saw the smith knock Ever's attacker off, however, her hands slipped away from her belt. If the larger man wanted to fight, she doubted she could take him, bigger and better armed as he was. Thankfully, he seemed more inclined towards helpfulness, and apparently knew Ever already. Lyt shoved her way through the crowd after them both, trying not to get too far separated and taking a few hits in the process. "If you know him, you shouldn't be surprised at where his money went," she offered, sticking close behind the smith.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 10:32 am
The three of them, then, could slip down the alley and out of sight, Ever reeling and limping a bit against Ayle's side. The words made sense -- he understood that they were teasing him, or mocking him, understood the gist of what they were saying -- but his own clever reply came out garbled, mumbled, the mix of alcohol and blow to the face not exactly serving him well.
It was alright, because Ayle and Lyt were there for him. A lucky thing, too, because the'd hear the approaching footsteps, the thud of boots against the street, the approaching of at least a half-dozen Swords, finally making their way in to break up the fights.
Before they got there, it was probably wise for most of the fight to break up. As people noticed the sound, saw the flash of red approaching, they got the hint and make their way to their own alleys, their own escape routes...
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