RP:Battle on the Bridge

Part of the Rise of Larket Arc

Summary: A battle takes place upon the western bridge near Larket.

Kelovath stood on the east of the bridge. What he saw from his current position, was quite unbelievable. On the west side of the bridge just so happened to be a massive group of fermin. Not quite enough to completely ransack Larket, but they could easily do some damage. The group was unorganized, as expected. Scattered within that group were archers, warriors with swords and shields, lancers, and even some Fermin without a weapon. For them, claws and fangs were more than enough to tear apart flesh and crunch bone. Also within that group, a couple mages could be spotted. Strangely enough, what one could describe as the center of this chaotic group, were four, larger than average Fermin, carrying a massive chest. Said chest was locked, of course, but should someone attempt to brave it, it could carry something great. Based on what Kelovath could see, the Fermin had just came from the abandoned tower off toward the northwest. Whatever they found, they were going to protect it and kill whoever and whatever happens across their path. Unfortunately, Kelovath was in that path. And he would seriously die to protect Larket. How exactly Kelovath got here, alone, with no help, was a mystery even to the paladin. Can’t even take a nice walk without running into some rats. Said rats, were only a few feet from reaching the bridge. If the paladin was going to do something, it would need to be done fast.

Big Belly Benn was at the fore of this massive invasion. Not a part of the thing, mind you, but at the fore nonetheless. The drunk swaggered, his massive frame distinguished from the rest of the crowd, famed belly shaking with his efforts. He was something of a local legend among the fermin, more for his brew acquisition and drinking and size than his martial prowess, though he was quite the fighter. Unpredictability, taken even further than the unpredictability of your average fermin, and even he hadn’t seen this event coming. The rumors of fermin going crazed had turned into widespread chaos in the sewers, and eventually, the whole thing had erupted. He’d been trying to get to the bottom of it when he’d found himself in far over his head, and trying desperately to keep ahead of the crowd. Other fermin nipped at his heels, some quite literally, as he pinned his straw hat to his head with paw, and waved the other out to the side frantically (and lo and behold, a jug was clasped within its grasp) in motion with his long strides. Run, run, run fermin! There was a man on the bridge, but there were arrows falling around him from behind. He’d take his chances trying to get past the man. He ran and jumped, then landed flat on his stomach, well before reaching the man… only to bounce as though he were made of rubber, spinning head over heels through the air, hopefully just high enough to clear the man. The garbled mess of fermin cursing that tore from his throat was a shrill pitched and unrecognizable mess as he careened through the air, sewer and spirit stink following like as a cloud in his wake.

Belarin was a streak of silver as he flew just over head. He needed to regroup from his thoughts as the fermin were beginning to realize that some of his tricks were just illusions. It was enough to cause confusion among then. A door where there wasn’t one or road that covered an opened man hole. it was more petty than useful at this point. He would need someone to be his blade, and he would make that blade brilliant. Belarin looked about as he reached the bridge, seeing a well armored individual standing in the path of a squad of fermin. He would do. Belarin beat his wings and flew towards him. "You look like you could use a hand!" he clapped his hands gathering pixie dust when suddenly a large fermin filled his vision and knocking Belarin off course and spinning through the air. Belarin beat his wings in an attempt to recover beside the paladin.

Kasyr's in no real hurry, to be honest. The kensai, after all, was in this place more due to the words of a companion, then any real stake in the city. So whilst some individuals fly, and hustle, and hurry- the swordsman simply strides forward at a controlled pace, more than content to take up the proverbial rear of the defenders. Really, the only indication that he seemed at all prepared for a fight, would be the manner in which his right hand had crept into the folds of his fur-trimmed trench coat, to hover near the trio of katana's sheathed at his hip.

Raphaline is merely a bystander who has just gotten caught up in turn of events. Having just finished a performance at the Inn in Larket she was on her way back to Kelay to check in on news before heading to the southern region of Sage for more personal business. She hears the sound of paws and chittering before she spots the fermin, but when she does, the bard moves into a more defensive position. Her wears are less that capable of protecting her, but since they are the clothes she wears for dancing at least she will have the advantage of movement. Out of the corner of her eye she spots two forms, both approaching said oncoming raid. She hangs back, ready to move but not wanting to draw too much attention to herself. If the need arrives, she has other methods of self-defense.

Katherine was an infrequent passerby in the city of Larket and only ventured in the direction of the town only to complete more progress of her notes on some of the local shops so when she saw the mass of fermin approaching the bridge she came to a quick halt in pace. She was quite a distance behind the armored man placed at the bridge and even more so taken back by the rather large fermin that happened to be midair. Undetermined if this was something she should become involved in, she waivered back to observe the situation with a discerning look across her face, a bow gripped firmly in hand.

Kelovath wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to handle the current situation. Staring sure wasn’t going to do anything, so the next best thing he could think of was asking for help. The first attempt at that came as the form of a blessing from Arkhen. It would have been right as the pixie made his way closer to the paladin that the armored man suddenly began to give off a golden aura. While this aura surrounded Kelovath, it would act as a sort of shield. More so against any dark magic that may be sent toward his direction. A fat Fermin, obviously, was not dark magic. Thankfully, the Fermin did happen to clear over him, but still low enough that the golden aura would make contact. Some slight burning is about the only side-effect, since there wasn’t direct contact between the Fermin and Kelovath. For now, since the pixie seemed to be gone thanks to the fat fermin, the paladin kept his attention on the group now taking its first steps onto the bridge. The bridge itself could handle the weight, since it may have already done so before. The archers stepped forward, seeming to be saner than most of the other over-grown rats, and fired arrows toward the paladin and if she were close enough, the bard. The few casters of the group, maybe 4 or 5 in total, began working together for a spell. That would take some time. As for the warriors and lancers, they kept moving forward, paying no attention to any arrows that could strike them from their own. The paladin dodged what arrows he could and would increase the protective aura when an arrow got too close for comfort. At the same time, his lips continued to request aid from Arkhen. When a fermin or two got close enough, Kelovath moved forward and struck them down, then did his best to retreat backwards, giving himself the needed time to recover.

Big Belly Benn had no idea what that golden glow was, but it sure did singe his fur! Landing fluidly, yet without any seeming grace, he’d be patting his belly down with his straw hat, putting out the stray embers from that dreadful bright aura the paladin had conjured. He gave only a brief glance back to see the human standing firm against the coming horde. Well, he seemed to have the Gods on his side, standing tall and proud and glowing with fiery light, but Benn thought him daft all the same to stand in the way of such a horde. The other few gathered were given not a second glance. It was no army, and none moved to stop him… he hadn’t even noticed the pixie he’d bumped out of the way. He’d be running towards Larket, looking to get back into the sewers through some of the… possibly… empty entrances. He had a brew stash to look for, and spirits preserve him if the infected had desecrated his brew. He couldn’t tolerate alcohol abuse. It was the only pure thing in this world… spirits. The true divinity that gifted unto all beings the incomparable bliss of inebriation.

Kasyr 's ears twitch, though not from any real recognition of the noises currently echoing through the area- his calico-esque ears still incapable of registering the noise. The reverbrations still are felt, an audible sense of pressure in the end which shifts every so often with the passage of an arrow- one of which even requires the Kensai to promptly backpedal. It's during this abrupt manuever that the swordsman becomes abruptly aware of a rather heavy set fermin loping past him. And that's what he was here for, right? Briefly considering his own presence, the Revenant gives a slight shrug, and then promptly darts in towards the walking furry keg with legs (i.e. Benn), his left arm abruptly darting out towards the massive rodents face, in an effort to interpose the arm of his armoured jacket into it's face and clotheline it. Hit or miss, Kasyr promptly moves to pivot away from that location in case of a counter attack, and finish his way towards the bridge, taking up a position near the rear of it as he tries to get a better idea of what was going on.

Raphaline continues to stay way out of range, she wasn't about to take on the front line of fermin. If any come close enough to her, the bard will dance and move with grace of her race out of the way of haphazard swings at her. For now, she'd rather be what she has always been for a fight or war, but the healer who steps in when desperately needed, or a magic wielder when swords and shields can no longer sustain the fight. She makes no move towards the large fermin running, nor the figure chasing after him, rather she stays where her line of sight is kept upon the woman with a bow and the glittering figure who she assumes is a paladin of some sort.

Kelovath kept at his defensive pace for as long as he could. Even with the aid from Arkhen, there was only so much one man could do against almost a small army. At this point, the majority of the large mob of rats were on the bridge and desperately seeking to make it to the other side. The paladin had probably killed 8 or 9 of the Fermin by now, but there were plenty of others taking the place of the fallen. Kelovath began feeling the fatigue of the battle, which caused him to make a mistake. In the middle of swinging his sword, the man lost his balance and crashed right into the closest fermin. Having the armor, and aura, the fermin didn’t exactly stand much of a chance. The rat scorched rapidly, but the lost time allowed 4 fermin to make it passed the paladin. Knowing he can’t leave his position, Kelo dismisses the idea of chasing after. He is needed here. To make matters even worse, those damn mages have completed the spell they were working on. The already dead fermin were the targets of said spell. Soon, their corpses began to glow and their bodies grew in size. They were going to explode! Kelovath, being in the thick of things, had no chance to move away. Nor did he even know what was about to happen. It started as one body, then two, and then finally, three. One after another, they exploded into a glob of guts, blood, and disease. The golden aura surrounding Kelovath protected him from most of the disgusting part, but the impact of the explosion sent the armored man backwards and onto his back. Now in a horrible daze, there was little to stop the oncoming fermin and even less for Kelovath to come out of this alive. But, out of probably pure luck, the single arrow fired by Katherine struck an attacking fermin that was seconds away from removing the head of Kelovath. Whether that brought the man enough time to get away was hard to tell. For the moment, now kneeling instead of on his back, the paladin prepared himself for the next attack. The fermin that had made it passed the paladin, now also had enchanted weapons, thanks to the rat-casters. Two of the fermin had a lance each. The other two both had a sword and a shield. The pointy ends of those weapons could inflict a disease of some sort, should they find exposed flesh.

Big Belly Benn couldn’t blame Kasyr for his actions, in retrospect. With their situations reversed, he’d have likely done the same, or even tried to kill what looked like the leading invader. It just happened that he was glancing back when he saw Kasyr dodge an arrow, then move with great speed to bar his path with an arm. The fat fermin, used to bullying through things with his sheer size, didn’t think much of it. He’d been fast to move that arm into place, and Benn was focused on keeping ahead of oncoming arrows, with his inebriated rat brain. So, it came as quite the surprise when, instead of the arm being moved, it was him that lost that battle. His momentum carried him a ways as his trachea all but collapsed with a rasping gasp against that arm holding firm, his fat body coming to an abrupt halt and falling flat, only to roll crookedly a small ways. Oh, boy, was it hard for this rat to get back on his feet too! He thrashed too and fro, trying to scramble onto his feet, head swimming, all sense of balance thrown out the window, gasping for breath. By the time he’d make it to a knee, he’d be dodging dual spear thrusts with uncanny ability, his fat bulk staying just a smidgen ahead of the poison tips. He rolled backwards, away from the spears, towards the edge of the bridge… and half rolled off, catching himself on the rail. He clung to it for dear life as he saw the yawning chasm below, or so it seemed to his vertigo stricken, panicked mind. He needed to collect himself, and there were a lot of pieces to gather up at this point. If the fermin kept coming, he was like to be stabbed… repeatedly.

Kasyr 's right hand is already settling on top of the hilt of one of his Katana's when those four fermin shuffle across the bridge. So, he's fairly bloody surprised when instead of it aiming for him, the fermin proceed to attack the one that's -downed-. The kensai is blinking fairly owlishly at this development, trying to piece together the particular whys of this situation, before he becomes duly aware that one is looking at him. Mouthing an 'O' at one of the spear wielding Fermin, the Kensai promptly raises both his arms up into an parody of a surrendering motion as it lunges at him- if only to promptly step to the side at the last moment. The spear goes sweeping by the Kensai, to plunge into his coat and get caught in the mithril mesh and plating beneath the leather surface, and enabling the swordsman to sweep one of his hands beneath the weapon, to further immobilize it so he can promptly slam his knee up into the spears shaft, shatter it- and then take the broken end of the spear he's now holding, and jam it broken end first into the rat mans throat. It sinks to the ground burbling, but before it's even done, the Kensai's wrenching the spear out from it's throat- sending a brief crackle of electrical energy into the weapons tip, and sending the diseased metal object hurtling away from himself and into the face of the other spear wielder, effectively collapsing it's skull inwards in a spray of diseased blood and brain.

Raphaline knows at this point that a few of the fermin are going to come in her direction. The paladin is down and there is only one other warrior and an archer standing between her and them. She glances to her left at the sound of water rushing beneath the bridge and smirks. Her blood sings with the magic in her veins and the note rising in her throat, thrums to the beat of the currents beneath her. When two fermin dare to get close enough she won't end up hitting any of the other defenders, she unleashes the note that has building in her throat. It rumbles, like the sound a river crashing against rock. For a moment the river seems ignorant of her call, but given another heartbeat, the water swarms from its bed, launching itself at the oncoming fermin.

Katherine was quick to reach for another arrow to arm herself with as she shifted position and moved backward attempting to keep a safe distance between herself and the encroaching fermin. Several arrows managed to soar out from her hold but unfortunately only several may have actually succeeded to pierce any fermin. Katherine continued to try to keep her distance from the few equipped fermin that managed to slip past the armored man but was significantly out numbered. Distress started show in Katherine’s aim and appearance, for each arrow she grabbed; brought her closer to an end with her allotted arrows. Her attention still remained divided but fortuitously only between the two fermin bearing swords and shields as the ones with spears had been dealt with in a rather ghastly manner. Within close range, Katherine could not properly use her bow and had to improvise with darting around the fermin, struggling to beat them away and dodge their forward attacks. However close skilled combat was not a strong suit for the woman as she struggled to maneuver between both fermin; a blade catching her upper arm through her leather sleeve before she fared to move past them, wincing slightly from the wound, she left them open to the bard’s attack.

Kelovath seemed to of gotten enough of a break to move back and away from the bridge and the oncoming approach of Fermin. “Arkhen…” He mumbled the name, requesting even more aid. The aura continued to glow around the armored frame of the paladin, but that was purely his own magic. He could feel the blessing of his god, but the man felt weak. He was exhausted from the battle and possibly infected now with a disease from those exploding bodies. The bodies did slow down the fermin horde. The mist of blood and still falling guts caused a big enough distraction that the paladin was able to gain enough strength to stand and lift his sword just in time to deflect a sword from a fermin that had advanced through the bloody mist that spread across the bridge. Because of the now slowed down horde, the 4 larger than normal fermin carrying the chest, decided to just drop the damn thing onto the bridge. They also decided to attempt to join in on the fight. Moving forward rather carelessly, the four large fermin push and stomped their way toward the front. Along the way, many of the other fermin were pushed off of the bridge. The last two fermin that had gotten passed the paladin were carried away by the water summoned by Raphaline. As were a few others that had slipped by the armored man who was not exactly on the bridge anymore. Now being off of the bridge, Kelovath decided to stand his ground. He’d not allow anymore fermin to get passed him. Standing tall, the paladin summon his own magic and allowed it to fill the blade of his sword. After a couple of seconds, the aura also surrounding him flowed into his arm, hand, then into the blade. The attack, which he had done many times before, would then be unleashed on 2 of the larger-than-normal fermin who were furiously approaching the other side of the bridge. With a couple swings of his weapon, a wave of holy fire was sent flying directly at one, then the other of the large fermin. Both were set aflame, causing the pair to run into each other and continue to knock even more of the fermin from the bridge. And soon after, the pair of them also fell to their death. Or the fire could have possibly killed them before they reached the end of their fall. The small army, was hardly a hand-full of fermin at this point. But the few that remained could still cause damage. Those included 2 of the larger-than-normal fermin, 4 mages, and at most, 13 other fermin who were equipped or not, with non-enchanted weapons.

Big Belly Benn held on for dear life. Fortunately, he fell off of the spear wielding fermins’ priority list, when the stranger that clotheslined him all but fed them their own weapons. One at least got to taste it, he was sure of that. It was a terrifying display of martial prowess. While the glowing man was a right beast against the fermin that came his way, tiring or no, the casual, callous nature of the other was truly terrifying. He only caught a glimpse of this however, and of the female archer loosing her arrows, before a tide of water came and loosed his tenuous grip on the railing. Straw hat and jug separated from his person as he felt that lurch in the pit of his gut, and fell towards the stormy waters below.

Kasyr s' hand has drifted right back down towards his katanas as he begin to make his way towards the bridge anew, his particularily goal of 'mopping' up done in his own mind. Having reached the back of the bridge, he nimbly hops up onto the railing- and then abruptly juts out his left arm in an attempt to maintain his balance as he takes another pair of hops forward, and slides along the slick surface. It's during this motion that the katana's flicked out, the Kensai swiping the sword out to catch one of the Fermin across their face, enough violent force used to slam the weapon into it's skull. For a brief moment, Kasyr's body begins to twist, as though the weapon's truly lodged into it's skull- right before a ripple of distorted air is both formed about the sword, and then send shearing forward in a keen edge of condensed wind which threatens to cleave through flesh and skull in a narrow but deadly streak. Kasyr isn't really stopping, either, essentially riding out the wake of both Kelovaths and his attacks to continue making this haphazard dash- a second leap sending him feet first into one fermins face, and then bounding into anothers, with the swordsman's final bound meant to send him barreling sword first into one of the casters faces- to essentially lance it with the blade and crush it straight to the ground. At about which point, that Katana is totally getting ditched, and he's bolting the other direction to see if any of the rat people follow him. Hee.

Katherine gave a slight growl as she shook out her arm for a moment in attempt to alleviate some of the throbbing before regaining her steady stance. A quick glance was given back towards the bard with an impressed look of gratitude for her enchanting actions which removed the fermin that had passed her, leaving her comfortable to focus on the quarrels that were ahead. With the desired distance between the rest of the fermin and herself, Katherine held her ground on the bridge for a moment and brought her bow back into proper action; slinging her few remaining arrows towards the fermin while advancing to accommodate the lack of strength in her wounded arm. Her attention and aim is turned towards the Kensai, taking note of the fermin’s interest to follow him and whether or not she knew what his intentions were, it made for rather easy targets as she released the last of arrows in their direction.

Belarin rubbed his head, a slight bruise hidden in his hair. He beat his wings and flitted in to the sky, there was a resistance gathered on the bridge. They were fairing well although his Knight he had chosen seemed to be winded and rightly so. He had missed too much of the battle. Belarin clapped his hands, stirring his faerie dust in front of him and gathering it. He pushed it out to the mage Fermi, the dust splashing the ground around them. Slowly the silver dust encircled them and suddenly a flames burst forth startling the rat men. That should keep them busy for a spell. He though to himself.

Kelovath could barely stand after his holy attack. Sure, he was able to kill a couple of the bigger fermin, but there still seemed to be so many of them. It was all he could do to stand and at least hold his weapon up. The attacks unleashed by Kasyr and Katherine gave the paladin time to recover, but he would need this battle to be over to regain any strength. Kasyr drew a large amount of attention with his impressive display. Having killed one of the mages, the other remaining 3 turned their full attention on the Kensai, each unleashing their own magic toward him. All fire. In the form of balls. So, fireballs, all directed at Kasyr, but with a lack of aim. Should one of those magical attacks land on some of the remaining fermin, then so be it. This was a battle after all. Sacrifices needed to be made. It was after the 3 of them launched several fireballs each, that Belarin’s pixie dust took effect and stopped their magic. Once their magic stopped, a single arrow, fired from Katherine, connected with a fermin mage. Only two left. Kelovath no longer had his holy aura and the last two larger-than-normal fermin were now heading right for the armored man. Other than these two fermin, the rest of them all seemed to be going after Kasyr. The battle was almost over.

Kasyr can't hear a damn thing, really, so he's not really able to hear the scrabble of feet against the ground, nor hear the crackle of flame as those fiery orbs are conjured into light and sent his way. That said, he can certainly -feel- the maddening chaos of empathic energy emanating from those damnable creatures, and the dance of their shadows along the ground. A detail which clues him into the oncoming fireballs, given the manner in which they cause those shadows to distort, shift, and ultimately split apart and vanish in the wake of that scalding light. All at once, the Kensai is pivoting hard on his right foot, sending his body twisting in a tight circle, whilst his right hand shifts down towards the sword at his side. With a casual flick of his thumb, one of the remaining katana's is pushed clear of it's sheathe, the revenant catching it with his other hand and leveling it front of himself. An attentive individual might take note of the crackle of sparks slipping away from the Kensai's right arm, and the way the arm of that coat seems to grow damper- but more than likely, they'd find their attention taken by the manner in which the swordsman is engulfed in electricity, and surges forward -towards- both the Fermin, and those oncoming balls of fire. The movement is blindingly fast, a lunge which seems to defy gravity and friction both, as the Kensai hurtles into the largest of those fermin amidst those which had sought to pursue him. The sound of it's ribs shattering reverberates through the air, as it finds itself dragged through it's compatriots and into one of the fireballs, it's body used to soak the impact. An action that comes to an abrupt halt near one of those mages, whereupon that wash of electrical energy dies as quickly as it had started up- the still-sword-skewered fermin left to sink to the ground. “Hey, so. Feel free to beg for your life, but I promise you, it's falling on deaf ears.” Ba-dum. Tsh.

Katherine was able to give her attention more freely towards the armored man and the Kensai since the number of the fermin attackers had been greatly diminished. She gradually started making her way down the bridge, stepping over the heap of bodies and avoiding large pools of diseased blood. Absent mindedly she went to reach for another arrow before becoming flustered that her quiver was void. Once at the base of the bridge, Katherine noticed one of her arrows, although broken, in a deceased fermin and wrenches from its body; hoping the little bit of sharpened metal wouldn’t be needed. She gripped her bow securely in her hand and struggled to make her way towards the armored man, undoubtedly not being able to assist much with her lack of defense but she continued to persevere forward anyways past several fermin that had become enflamed from friendly fire. Quickly approaching the armored man and the two large fermin; she felt exhausted and with that made several indifferent blows to one of the fermin with her bow before skirting out of the way of an attack she had never seen before, something comprised of electricity; the magic in the land since quite perplexing to her. Upon her quick movement to avoid any action crossed path, she had hurried and stumbled over a rather mangled corpse behind her and landed with a thud, a perturbed look across her face as her clothing began soaking up some of the diseased blood.

Kelovath acted in a moment of panic as one of the larger fermin decided to take a swing at him. Overall, larger-than-normal fermin still aren’t the biggest or strongest beasts out there. Even the regular fermin are small compared to most fully grown adult humans. This particular large fermin would fit right into the category of a much larger human. With claws and fangs and fur. The claws were first to be used against the paladin and much to his own surprise, he was able to block the attack with the small amount of strength he had left. The fangs however connected full force. It was more of a head-butt, really, but it was still more than enough to send the paladin backwards and once again, onto his back. Any fermin that were still alive, were now fleeing. The main battle seemed to be over. Kasyr’s super-speed and bloody onslaught was enough to scare them and the random arrows that seemed to come from nowhere scattered them. The last large fermin, who was now dead-set on making Kelovath his next meal, did not run or hide. His goal was the paladin. As the very over-grown rat attempted to rip into Kelovath’s armor, a huge fur covered animal came rushing from the direction of Larket, leapt over Katherine and slammed into the fermin. That fermin went crashing to the ground and in a moment, the animal pounced onto it, clutched the dazed fermin by the throat, and removed said throat from its proper place. The beast turned around, blood dripping from its razor sharp teeth, and canted its head to the side. The paladin lifted his head and mumbled, “Cobalt…” It was Kelovath’s ever faithful mount, the Dire Weasel, Cobalt. The weasel pranced his way over to the armored man and continued to nudge him until helped him to his feet. A few seconds later, Kelovath was somewhat mounted on Cobalt and the pair made their way back into Larket. The battle seemed to be over. The reward for that battle, would not be seen or taken by Kelovath. The chest, still in sitting in the middle of the bridge was available for whomever wanted it.

Belarin watched with a sense of satisfaction as the battle ended. The remaining Fermi dashing off. The main force though was still filling into the city. Belarin looked over to the chest that had been abandoned by the pseudo bandits. He flew to the lock and flipped it open. Filled to the brim with gold, it shimmered in the dying light of the day. Belarin picked a few handfuls and flew off into the roof tops of the city.

Katherine peered upwards at the shadow casts over her by the large dire weasel, speechless and rather taken back by the blood dripping from its mouth, a hand moving up to cover her mouth for moment. She twisted from her fallen spot and regained a standing posture, while grabbing her discarded bow; her clothing quite saturated in soiled blood as she watches the few surviving fermin scamper away. The squealing and gasps from the fermin the Kensai had ruined caught Katherine’s attention, the sight of the slaughter bringing a look of discomfort to her. She took notice of the chest but thought better make her way from the corpses and bloodshed…and the strange inhuman being left standing in the area. Katherine made an effort to give a half smile towards the other patron, clutching her wounded arm as she made her way over the bridge back towards Kelay.

Kasyr watches as the fermin's morale breaks and they begin to scatter in all directions, literally turning tail and running for the hills. The revenant, however, is having none of it- at least not from the mage he'd landed near, rather violently stepping down on the creatures tail, if only so he can grab at the scruff of it's neck with one hand, and use the other to take hold of his last katana, draw it clear of it's sheathe, and slide his weapon through it's back and into the critters lungs. A few rasping, squealing gasps rattle from the creatures throat as it collapses to the ground, the Kensai dislodging his weapon from it, and carelessly stepping across it's body and towards the chest. Really, he was just going to kick the damn thing open, hope it's not trapped- and take a couple pocketfuls of loot before shuffling to the nearest healer. Whilst he wasn't visibly wounded- tapping into that potent burst of electricity had taken a price from the Kensai, a hand-sized patch of flesh along his arm having been essentially offered up in sacrifice in exchange for the ionic calamity he'd unleashed.