Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
Posts: 196
Profession: Bodyguard
Affinity: Light
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Cen on May 6, 2016 20:24:41 GMT -6
What? Clod Humping Dung Beetle? What did that even mean? A clod was... something? So it was a beetle that humped a something. One of those, one of those all too common something humping dung beetles. That expression was... Maybe Cen wouldn't remember that one for later.
The rest of Garnet's threat was certainly true however, and more phonetically familiar. The man only had two options, give up and give them the information they wanted, or go down fighting. Cen knew which one he'd pick were it him, but he hoped the other fellow would take the opposite option to him. He didn't. He came forward, sprinting at Cen. Great, just fantastic. Of the three of them he came at Cen, that was fine, this was fine. Cen was glad this was how it was happening.
Winthin a moment of the first movement, the man made contact with Cen and the ruffian and the young rider crashed to the floor, and became a mess of limbs flailing about trying to flip the other or keep the other pinned. The tough had a knife gripped tightly into his hand and Cen had barely managed to block the blade from reaching his throat by grabbing the other man's wrist. He tightly gripped a handful of the other man's thick hair and pulled against it as hard as he could, forcing the man's hair back. Just as Cen managed to shove the hand with the knife away above his head the other man rammed a knee into the Cornwellian's crotch. Cen's grip on his opponent's arm began to slip but he attempted to keep the knife from his skin.
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Post by Gaius Balmung on May 21, 2016 18:08:25 GMT -6
It never ceased to amaze Gaius how stupid some people could be. What in the world did this man believe he could gain? Take out one of them before they could possibly stop them? Well that was certainly something the thug could try but his friends weren’t much of a challenge and Gaius gathered that he wouldn’t be much of one either. The smart decision was to just give up but of course those sorts of thoughts seemed to be completely lost on this group. Why the man decided to rush Cen was beyond Gaius but he was going to soon regret that.
The rider wasted no time in assisting Cen with the man who was now on top of him and trying to dig his knife into the younger rider. With all of his strength, Gaius would grab a hold of the man on top of Cen and toss him as hard as he could toward a table behind them. A loud crash could be heard as the flung man made contact with the table, completely trashing it and whatever was on it. Gaius was pretty certain that some of that man’s hair was missing, probably due to Cen’s death grip on it.
”Looks like you chose the painful way.” While he definitely wanted to inflict some pain on the man they would need at least one of them conscious enough to get some information out of. Gaius knew a fun way of doing just that so it was best to make sure that this guy wasn’t going anywhere. The mercenary walked over to the thug on the ground, stepping on the hand that still held the knife. ”You alright over there?” Gaius called out, wanting to make sure that Cen was doing alright and didn’t need any immediate medical attention.
The man below his boot had started to move, trying to knock Gaius off his balance and get back up. Unfortunately for him Gaius wasn’t going to have any of that and decided to drop his knee down on the upper part of the man’s chest. ”Move some more and I’ll crush your windpipe.” Gaius growled, with a serious enough look to help make his point. He’d look back to the other two to see how they were doing. They had certainly made a mess of this inn that was for certain.
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