Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Aspel/Ari/Jareth/Kiernan - COMPLETE!
The sudden shout from Ari was barely processed as Aspel dropped back, her defensive stance tightening up a bit as another blow came for her helmet but she managed to block, even if the old rusted sword blade made a dent, and broke the metal of her armor. A fractured arm would be much better than a broken head.
"Pull back!" The order was barked, just in case Jareth and Kiernan were too far out to hear Ari, though, she somehow doubted they were with how they scrambled out of the way. Eyes widened as the monster unleashed a wave of cleansing fire, which mixed with Ari's song. "Faram." She muttered out before gasping, her labored breathing masked underneath the helm for the most part.
And then the streets were clear. Frowning underneath the metal she blinked a few times, trying to wrap her brain around precisely what had just happened. Certainly, she knew much of what had occurred but...
Jareth was attempting to press a potion into her palm, and would be pushed back towards Jareth, clearly, she would not be accepting it. "Save your supplies." Even if her armor was dented, sliced through in some places, it still had held up regardless of the situation. She was not bleeding and broken on the ground, that was the victory she would take for now. The grasp of Kiernan's hand on her shoulder was met with a patting of his hand from the rough glove of her gauntlet. "We are standing, there is no better victory at this time."
With that, Aspel would take a few steps towards Ari, attempting not to show just how shaken the combat had left her inside the suit of armor, but the soothing song from the bard was beginning to close up at least some of her wounds. There was always relief taken in the feeling of healing and it coming from song helped to ease her nerves as well.
Of course, both of the men would have questions. Shifting, her armor clanked against itself and she suddenly longed for the protection of a better suit. "I fear we may not be done yet." The wrist of her sword arm rolled. "Perhaps such conversations should be saved for a better time, over a pint, no?" She could barely get out the words before the dragging of metal against stone echoed down an ally and a woman's scream could be heard from a similar direction. What little relaxation had settled into the sentinel's stance disappeared in the blink of an eye and she prepared for the next onslaught, eyes narrowing under her armor.
"Our battle is not done." With that, her sword extended in the direction from which the noise had arisen. "The city is not at peace, yet." With that, a strategic charge would be made to the next threat. Their fight waging long into the night, and teamwork tightening with each foe fell.