RP:The First Attack

~Part II of the Arc:Chaos in the Nameless Desert

DESERT OASIS

/- As the group discusses the entrance of the elven woman, a shadow is moving in the figures; its movement is erratic, almost jerky, but its path is clear: it is headed for the group. The cloaked figure makes it several yards closer to the convoy before drawing a blade, and though it seems the weapon is damaged, the figure continues to wield it. Uttering something akin to a scream and a laugh, the cloaked attacker runs towards the Half-Elf, shrieking. Taking a jump into the air, the figure raises the sword high above its head and attempts to bring it down on the Cecilnezuto’s skull.

Cecilnezuto would turn upon hearing the mad screaming laugh, only to see a battered blade arcing towards his head. Swiftly raising up his blade, he manages to glance the blow aside, but recieves a decent gash on his cheek in the process. Cursing, he focuses on the deranged figure and rushes forward, swinging his blade in a horizontal slash, but stopping and changing the blades course in midswing. It had been a feint and Cecil was aiming to either disarm or finish his opponent in one swift blow as his sword left a blue streak of light in it's wake as it rushed towards the figures torso in a slash-turned-thrust.(ooc not used to Hollow style duels, so just tossing things off the top of my head=P)

Guyon turns abruptly upon hearing the strange scream; giving a yell of his own, he turns and fires the arrow at the attacker; having released the first arrow, Guyon notches another and breathes a small fire enchantment into the arrow and lets it fly as well; both aimed for the head and the heart respectively.

Ymheshphilun turned at the sound of the laughing scream. His instinct was obviously to run for it and rip it asunder, but that wouldn't do. He had to pretend to be weak and unskilled, and so she cowered back from it, crying out softly at it's form, sending Zedreth a quick telepathic message. ~Guard me from that thing.~

Zedreth quickly jumps into action. He moves between the attacker and the helpless woman. A sword made of pure shadow created itself in Zedreth's hand, solidifying suddenly after. In his left hand a chain pieced itself together, this also of shadow.

The figure gives something like a laugh of triumph as the blade strikes Cecil, but the laugh is more like a gurgle. Landing hard on the ground, the figure makes to another attack but is disabled by Cecil's blade. Stumbling, though not falling, the attacker continues to attempt his kills. Guyon's first arrow strikes in the head, dropping the attacker on the dark sands and the second arrow whizzes over its head.

Cecilnezuto had seen the arrow fly overhead as disabled the attacker. As the figure lay there, motionless, his sword still shone blue, blood never marred the unique blade. Risking half of his attention away from the odd travellers, he'd kneel down and use his sword's light to examine the body as he pulled the hood away....

Guyon walks up alongside Cecil, replacing his bow, his human torso bends down in time to see Cecil remove the attackers hood. Pulling his torso up abruptly, Guyon's face is in an apparent grimace, disgusted by what he saw. Lying on the sands is a humanoid face, though distorted either by serious injury or perhaps something even more sinister. The centaur's eyes scan the sand around the attacker's body for evidence of identity or origin; though his search is cut short when he realizes there is no blood on the sands. Turning towards the others he says quickly "Whatever you are here for, we are not safe here. It is best that we move on."

Ymheshphilun peered over Zedreth's shoulder at the face of the thing, and pretended the shrink back in horror again. "Yes, let's. Please." She shivered, as if cold or scared.

Zedreth shook his head at the sight of the mangled humanoid. He turned, waving an arm, to go.