Kerfuffle at High Noon [Split]
Nov 9, 2016 16:52:16 GMT -6
Post by Ulai on Nov 9, 2016 16:52:16 GMT -6
The streets of Caelin were relatively bare for a morning in the middle of a week, but that could have been simply because it wasn't particularly warm in Lycia as a harsh winter approached. Ulai in particular felt the chill seep into his bones, each catlike step from the lithe swordsman served as an attempt to warm himself up. He was wrapped up in a thick wool coat, and underneath it he wore a loose fitting jerkin over a long sleeve tunic, essentially covering every inch of skin he could. He sprted gray riding gloves on his hands to stave off the cold, and he had a pair of riding boots pulled over his moccasins. The only restriction he placed on bundling up was his pants, which were still a very thin loose fitting pair of trousers. If trouble broke out, Ulai's freedom of movement with his legs was key. Key to getting away.
The only piece of his clothing that Ulai had "legally" obtained was the coat, which he quite liked actually. It fit him snugly, but he could take it off in a matter of seconds. It made for good dramatic flair to throw it off before a fight. And Ulai loved dramatic flair. It was the selling point of most fights for him in all honesty.
His Pata hung at his hip from the right side, ready for use as soon as he needed it. He'd been using it more and more lately, it was becoming one of his quickest resources. He should work on that. Words first, violence second. Drinks and dancing third.
As he was walking, he noticed a man a few yards ahead of him who looked a bit shifty. He was thin, and his head was on a swivel. Just before an intersection, the man suddenly produced a knife from his sleeves and rushed in front of a young man with blue hair, and said, "Your money or you life!" Most of the people on the streets who saw the knife hurried away, but Ulai noticed a man leaning against a bakery on the other side of the street, a sword at his hip, arms crossed. He looked utterly unaffected by what he saw. Ulai wouldn't be either.
The tall Nabatan slipped his right glove off and tucked it into his coat pocket. Time to see what he could see.
The only piece of his clothing that Ulai had "legally" obtained was the coat, which he quite liked actually. It fit him snugly, but he could take it off in a matter of seconds. It made for good dramatic flair to throw it off before a fight. And Ulai loved dramatic flair. It was the selling point of most fights for him in all honesty.
His Pata hung at his hip from the right side, ready for use as soon as he needed it. He'd been using it more and more lately, it was becoming one of his quickest resources. He should work on that. Words first, violence second. Drinks and dancing third.
As he was walking, he noticed a man a few yards ahead of him who looked a bit shifty. He was thin, and his head was on a swivel. Just before an intersection, the man suddenly produced a knife from his sleeves and rushed in front of a young man with blue hair, and said, "Your money or you life!" Most of the people on the streets who saw the knife hurried away, but Ulai noticed a man leaning against a bakery on the other side of the street, a sword at his hip, arms crossed. He looked utterly unaffected by what he saw. Ulai wouldn't be either.
The tall Nabatan slipped his right glove off and tucked it into his coat pocket. Time to see what he could see.