Dangerous Crossing II (Quineve/Ace/Sergeo/Aithem)
Sept 8, 2016 1:51:12 GMT -6
Post by Sergeo on Sept 8, 2016 1:51:12 GMT -6
This was bad. The cart wasn't moving fast enough to escape the undead beast and several of them began attacking the wagons wheels and side to delay the escape further, ramming there canine bodies into the wagon as if it was an attempt to tip the damn thing over. The wolves were either going brain dead, or they were working together to make sure that Aithem and Sergeo couldn't land any of there magic, as Sergeo's fireballs started flying violently off-target. "Damn it all! We're not going to hit anything like this. Where is Venford!?" Quineve the cleric had the answer to that particular question. She had shouted out Venford's name as he and his griffon were blitzed by a desperate pack of undead wolves with Venford in a really bad spot with trying to keep one of the wolves from ripping out his through.
It had almost time had stopped in Sergeo's mind for hours as strategies flashed through his mind. With the rocking of the cart making lining up a fireball near impossible and time of the essence, he came to the conclusion that someone would have to leave the cart to save Venford. But someone leaving would also bring attention to themselves. Some of the wolves were bound to chase after any stray mercenary like a stray sheep breaking off from the herd. With Quineve having no way to defend herself, the merchant too busy getting the horses moving, and Aithem keep getting knocked off his balance, there was only one candidate that could make the mad dash to Venford..."Tch...this is the dumbest thing I've done in a long time. I swear." he said to himself. "Sorry about this Quineve" he said as he pushed the innocent cleric to the cart's floor.
Everything after that was pure instinct. He jumped out of the back of the cart with as much speed and strength he could muster, leaping about seven feet out from the carts back onto the dirt. He couldn't think about what his comrades thought or the wolves that were sure to follow him. All he had to do was sprint towards the pinned griffon knight as get the undead wolf off of him in one motion and keep running afterwards. Each of his steps hit the dirt with the force of thunder as the mage let out a battle cry that would make any warrior falter for a moment. Within what felt like nanoseconds, Sergeo had closed the distance between him and his target and with one final motion, he swung his right foot back, and kicked the undead beast in its side. The sounds of broken ribs were almost louder than the yelp the wolf made as it was knocked off the formerly pinned knight.
With the mage hopped up on more adrenaline than he was used to, he only had time to shout "Get up!" before he went back to running away from the wolves he was certain were behind him. "*pant* *pant* This was a bad IDEAAAAA!"
It had almost time had stopped in Sergeo's mind for hours as strategies flashed through his mind. With the rocking of the cart making lining up a fireball near impossible and time of the essence, he came to the conclusion that someone would have to leave the cart to save Venford. But someone leaving would also bring attention to themselves. Some of the wolves were bound to chase after any stray mercenary like a stray sheep breaking off from the herd. With Quineve having no way to defend herself, the merchant too busy getting the horses moving, and Aithem keep getting knocked off his balance, there was only one candidate that could make the mad dash to Venford..."Tch...this is the dumbest thing I've done in a long time. I swear." he said to himself. "Sorry about this Quineve" he said as he pushed the innocent cleric to the cart's floor.
Everything after that was pure instinct. He jumped out of the back of the cart with as much speed and strength he could muster, leaping about seven feet out from the carts back onto the dirt. He couldn't think about what his comrades thought or the wolves that were sure to follow him. All he had to do was sprint towards the pinned griffon knight as get the undead wolf off of him in one motion and keep running afterwards. Each of his steps hit the dirt with the force of thunder as the mage let out a battle cry that would make any warrior falter for a moment. Within what felt like nanoseconds, Sergeo had closed the distance between him and his target and with one final motion, he swung his right foot back, and kicked the undead beast in its side. The sounds of broken ribs were almost louder than the yelp the wolf made as it was knocked off the formerly pinned knight.
With the mage hopped up on more adrenaline than he was used to, he only had time to shout "Get up!" before he went back to running away from the wolves he was certain were behind him. "*pant* *pant* This was a bad IDEAAAAA!"