RP:Surprise introduction

Whaler's Bar

Trajek was an oddity in the tavern. He was the sore thumb amidst a sea of well tended thumbs. In a room filled with locals who wore cord as belts and sailcloth for shirts, Trajek was armored in chainmail that had seen far, far better days. In a room that was saturated with the smells of seawater and brine, the stink of sweat, of leather and fabric once frozen from the cold of mountains now thawed, of long days standing in the muck and mire of a battlefield clung to the stool at the bar where the older man sat. Armed to the teeth with knives on his belt and a sword on his belt and a shield on his back, the warrior was ready for battle, but for the laugh. "Hah! That was a pleasant story. Now let me tell you one of mine!" He slapped the shoulder of the man on the next stool over. "But first, another ale! Another ale for everyone!"

Desparrow had been on his way to the bar followed by a group of thugs from the park where he had been pulling protection detail for the civilians trying to enjoy a day free of chaos. He knew they were tailing them, they weren't exactly obvious but they weren't ninjas either and for the battle hardened lycan it was truly no problem. The thugs didn't know that Des' pack members were following them, along with several of Alpha's wolves which stood up to a man's chest gorged on their leader's mana. Coming to a stop in front of the bar the criminals circled around the warlock, one drawing out a knife and making an advance. In an instant Des had gripped the man's arm, snapped his wrist and thrown him through the window of the bar with his supernatural strength. "I was waiting all night for you to make your move! Now have at you vermin, filth! Come at me and lets see what you got! By the light of the moon you'll not have me and you won't find on this night another victim for your vile escapades!" this was more than loud enough to capture the attention of those inside, especially with a shattered window to carry his voice through to the occupants. Turning to face his attackers he simply gave a grin and took a defensive position to see their next move.

Trajek was quick to act when the window shattered; He was up from the bar stool, his mug thrown from his hand so it could grasp something a bit sharper. All jocularity, all the good will and friendliness, was drained from his features, and what replaced it was the hard readiness for battle. He was out of the bar and into the street soon after his fingers were locked upon the grip of his shield. It did not take him long to choose which side of the fray he would join; the nearest attacker from the band would have little warning but boot to stone and the displaced air before the shield slam to his body would come.

Desparrow was far to preoccupied with his own problems when Trajek managed to show up on the scene; nine men more were the assailants on this night, wielding clubs, daggers and swords and piecemeal armor that they absconded with from the victims they've had. One came towards Des with a club raised high over his head and swung it down and with a sharp crack it had come upon Des forearm but he did nothing but grunt and enact a powerful change of form. The strapping lads that were des' pack members and bearing the marks of the cursed in the form of bites between the neck and shoulder have come to back up their leader, ready to stop any that would flee in the face of fear and the monstrosity that was their Alpha. That club which had fractured his arm was nothing now to the thirteen foot ebon lycan with cool, calculating azure hues. Even against this three had come at Trajek, one with dagger, two with clubs though one had spikes and meant to take the man out. The thug that assaulted Des had been grabbed up and would feel the sinking of incisors through cloth and flesh before being tossed away, to ragdoll through the air in terrified shambles having seen into the eye of the beast and glimpse the furious madness within. To that man alone he would be grabbed up and dragged off by two of Des wolves, lightly grasped in their jaws before disappearing into the night.

Trajek was quick to follow through with the first strike; he plunged his sword into the chest of the dazed attacker. His focus was on the body that slid off of his weapon, of the three attackers now lined up against him, then the shifting were and his pack. The older man went on the offensive, lunging towards the man with the dagger. he feigned defense, raising the shield high, throwing it up at the arm that held the dagger. A sword swipe came afterward, low and horizontal, the well honed steel slicing through gut and viscera. What faced the two attackers was a bloody face and a gore covered shield. The two were dispatched quickly; the shieldsman flung gore into the eyes of one attacker before throwing himself and his steel against his body. The second was felled by a quick strike to his arm, the hand that held the club falling with the weapon it held to the bloody stone. He was standing over the stunned clubsman when Desparrow finished with his last attacker, and only once his sword tip was covered with the blood of the fallen man did he turn. "Well," He said to no one in particular, especially since it was a behemoth ebon lycan that stood were a man once stood. "I wont let you break my neck without a fight." He joked, if one could see the humor on a blood covered face.

Desparrow offered a strange lupine grin where the base of the snouth turned but then the upper lip flipped to show off all his pearly blood-dripping teeth in response to Trajek's joke. Naked one could see the through the fur the one large scar on his chest, a crimson crescent moon which had been given to allow him speech in this colossal form. "Seize the remaining! Those that live will no longer sully this great city! I will not allow another man, woman or child to suffer the abominations these criminals enact upon the innocent! I pledge to protect, and offer power to those that seek to do the same for themselves and their families!" however one criminal was not so frightened, or perhaps it was out of fear that he ran forward and plunged a dagger's blade to the hilt into the Lycan's side illiciting a howl of agony into the night. Brought to his knee those eyes looked at the man with pure rage burning in his eye. Thinking they had victory at hand the remaining four plunged forward, two more for Trajek and the other two for Des to assail them with whatever weapons they could. A sword cut into the lycan's shoulder and then a club struck his head but he had no response but to take it. Instead the three pack members stepped up from behind and grappled with two of them, taking them to the ground before using fists to create submission. The other whose dagger had been embedded in the flesh of the wolf was too fear struck to do much of anything but continue to stare into the eyes of madness.

Trajek was thrown into battle once more when two fresh battlers rushed towards him. Both swung wildly, pounding their weapons on Trajek's raised shield. His boots slid on the bloody cobblestone with each strike, with each attempt the older man tried to steady his footing and set himself for attack. He had little time to breath, much less think! He turned his shield against one of the attackers, the blade skidding across steel and breaking the attacker's balance. The old warrior's sword struck at the attacker's knee; he knelt with an agonized scream that was cut short, that devolved into a wet gargle when his neck was cut with a aimed swipe. With the shieldman's position broken, the live gent swung a heaving overhand blow against the exposed forearm. Muscles became molten, and the grip upon the shield's handhold was broken in what felt like a lightning storm. The attacker stalled and gloated over the strike like novices are wont to do. He received a weakened slash to his side, and fell into upon a comrade's cooling body.

Desparrow leaned towards the man that had stabbed him with a dagger, his vision blurring with blood but it meant nothing when he leaned in and the head of his opponent appeared to vanish before being wrenched from the shoulders as the body was whipped around much how an alligator destroyed its prey before feasting. When the two on the ground were finished they too were dragged off and all signs of the living, wounded on top of Des' pack were gone leaving just the ones that had fallen to Trajek just now. As quickly as he transformed into his beastly state he reduced himself back to his elven form. Ripping the dagger from his thigh and wiping blood from his brow he looked to his temporary compatriot and offered a grin before taking the pants from one of the fallen and bothering to slip them on for the time being however being a bit of a loose fit for the lean fighter. Notable would be the missing top half of his left ear, the crimson scar on his chest, and perhaps the 'A' that was carved into his hip on the back left side. "That was certainly exciting." his words were a bit unsteady, still shaken from that blow to his head, "How are you faring?"

Trajek worked the feeling back into his numb hand, but it was a slow, agonizing process. Each succession of flexed fingers sent fire through his wrist and into the middle of his forearm. "I will be fine," Whether that was true or not, the older man smiled a bloody smile. Even his friendliness was a causality from this battle; every time he smiled, he was forced to send pinkened spittle to the ground. "I've got my arms. I've got my legs. There are no holes in me. I'd said I'm better than these...unfortunates." He found a corpse with a clean enough shirt, thought it was soon soiled by the blood on his sword. The clean sword was sheathed, and the shield was slid in pain-caused jerks upon his back. "We should leave before we have to explain all these bodies to the guards."

Desparrow was always aware of the fact he might be seen and luckily most from the bar were preoccupied with the assailant in there then to come out and see Des' face, however the lycan had been pushing his luck a lot lately and certainly was not one for stealth and so he had been seen however by one who perhaps admired the man. Des had acted in defense of the civilians so perhaps those that bore witness would keep silent for the lycanthrope vigilante though as Trajek predicted the guards were on their way, from the east in fact. Masking himself in shadows Des leaned in to whisper to Trajek a location, "Meet me at the beach." before he vanished down an alley towards the destination. If Trajek wanted to find out more, he would listen.