forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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“Of course, sick mother act and crying child. Lucky we’re not that harmless.” Tanrial drew her long sword ready to fight.

Bernon backed up and tried to force the door, but something was jamming it. "Mike," he yelled. "Are you okay?"
"No, I'm gonna kill somebody," came the response. "And it will be one of you two idiots if I see you first. Hold on until I find a way in!"
The bandit laughed. "I'd be careful if I were you," he boomed. "The others should be here soon." He turned back to Tanrial with a smirk. "Hopefully I'll finish dealing with you before then."

“Doubt it,” Tanrial replied

"Wanna bet?" He reached behind his back and unsheathed what looked like a giant scimitar made of scrap metal. Now he had two blades, and he advanced, kicking away the furniture in his path. "I give you two minutes, little girl."

“Little? I’m over 400 bastard!” Tanrial slashed at his legs.

He danced out of the way with surprising grace. "Cute and delusional! Just my type." He lunged forward and drove her back with several powerful swings. "Why don't you ditch your hipster friends and join up with us? There's plenty of benefits."

“I think I’ll pass.” She shoved her hand out and threw him back with a strong gust of wind.

He stumbled away, his expression surprised. Bernon took that opportunity to pick up a chair and hurl it at the bandit. "I think we should shift and get out of here! If there's more coming we could be outnumbered soon!"
(Okay, gtg, seeya tomorrow ^^)

“Good idea…” Tanrial there another chair to make sure he was truly knocked out and kicked the door down.
(Seeya tomorrow)

They burst outside just as a group of bandits reached the house. The first few were knocked sprawling by the shattered door, and the others quickly raised their weapons and charged.
Bernon became a bear with a roar and began swatting the men aside. Where's Mike? We need to leave!

Tanrial didn’t shift, not yet. She fought off some of the guards at the door, constantly looking around for Mike, “MIKE!” She couldn’t see, hear and smell him. He’s completely disappeared.
She finally shifted.

From around the side of the house came the sound of another fight. Some bandits came racing into view, some badly wounded. Mike wasn't far behind, his face hard. He didn't have a scratch on him, although there was more blood splashed on his hand and sleeve.
He saw Tanrial and Bernon and ran over, vaulting onto Tanrial's back. "Let's go. There's more on the way."

Tanrial set off out of town, running as fast as she could. She checked behind her to make sure Bernon was following, along with some Bandits on horse back. They weren’t as fast as them, but they didn’t give up the chase.

Bernon dropped back and rammed one of the horsemen, throwing him from the saddle, then surged forward again to avoid the swords and spears of the others. If we can make it across the river and into the hills we'll have the advantage of higher ground and more cover.

Tanrial nodded and kept running, knocking a man off a horse.

They raced across the open ground to the bank, leaping easily across while the horses balked and refused to follow. Bernon scrambled up the slope, huffing loudly.
"Keep going," Mike urged. "Get behind that line of trees and out of sight."

Tanrial dodged the trees, and logs, keeping to the shadow of the trees as much as she could.

At first the shouts of the men followed them, but gradually they died away, to be replaced by the sounds of their paws hitting the ground. Mike didn't allow them to stop until they were far away from the ruins. Then he slipped to the ground and faced the other two. "Okay, first of all, is anyone hurt?"

Tanrial shook her head, “I’m not.”

"Me neither," Bernon added.
"Okay. Good." Mike folded his arms. "Moving on to the next thing. That was stupid, unnecessary, and a massive waste of time. We are not entering any more ruins, abandoned cities, or ghost towns for the rest of this trip. Are we clear?"
(gotta go to bed seeya tomorrow ^^)

“Fine, whatever.”

Bernon stepped forward. "Well, how were we to know that the kid was lying? Were we supposed to just leave him there?"
"Yes," Mike growled. "I thought I could at least trust you to spot danger when it was staring you in the face, but I guess I was mistaken. You do realize we only get one shot at this, right? If we die, we die. Being nice isn't an advantage. Get used to it."
Bernon drew himself up angrily. "Okay, here's the thing. We made an agreement to be friendly to strangers unless they proved to be dangerous. If you knew it was a trap, you should have told us and we could have decided, as a group, how to proceed. We're a team now, Mike. Don't refuse to help us and then get mad when we make a mistake that you could have prevented. Okay?" He lowered his voice. "And by the way, I am not going to stop 'being nice'. Not for anyone, and especially not for a man who can kill another without even friggin' blinking. Got it?"
Mike looked a bit surprised at Bernon's outburst. He paused for a minute, then glanced away. "All right. Sorry." His gaze flicked up to Tanrial, indicating that he was apologizing to her as well. "I'll speak up next time. If there is a next time."

“Apology accepted. Now, we need to keep moving, who knows how many others could have decided to follow us. We should be safe for the moment but you never know.” Tanrial readjusted the sword on her back and the satchel, “Which way now?”

Mike glanced up at the sun. "We keep heading Northeast until we hit the old road. Then we'll probably have to find some food and make camp for the night. Try to save some energy for standing watch after dark, this area is way too dangerous to relax in."

“Got it, lead the way Captain,” She said with a slight smile, “Oh, and the bet’s still on for who has to cook dinner.”
(sings I’m on holiday in a few hours!!)