“Lurker?” Aurin blinked a moment at that insult. “…lurker? Do I look like I could do any good lurking in something like this? Lurkers require cloaks and dark clothes. Oh yes, you did ask me to go away, but you happen to be stuck with me right now due to one simple fact.”, he pause. “I’m blood well lost, and the Fates had it in for me today because not only did it rain, and I got lost, but now I’ve run into the most ungrateful woman in the entire kingdom!”
“My fault? You’re the one that wanted to rifle though someone’s pockets instead of getting out of here.”, he shot back towards her. “And oh yes, subtle worked so well with Mister Head Shorter back there.”, he added as he hooked a thumb towards the fallen berserker. “I happen to like my armor, it keeps me alive. Unlike your rejects from a tanning booth that just became shiny in water.”
He had the height advantage on her, and he used it. She glared up and he glared right down at her with an annoyed frown that crawled into place across his features. She was entirely too infuriating for words dammit. Vi didn’t make him that annoyed even when she punched him. What was it with this woman that just immediately made him twitch?
He didn’t have time to think about it, she was yelling at him again. “Oh no. You’re right. Not gutted. Stabbed, run through, had your head pulped…but not gutted.”, his reply was tinged with sarcasm as he peered down at the elf.
“Fine you want to know why I happened to be here is because I was lost, and why I happened to feel like saving you is because I have a moment of foolish weakness!”, he growled back towards her. He would have said more then however movement at the edge of the tree line caught his attention and he glanced away from the woman and up towards the sounds.
“…I’ll tell you the rest later.”, he said quickly before he suddenly reached out and clamped one hand on either of the woman’s shoulders to lift her up. He plucked her from the ground easily enough as he turned to put his back to the movement. He rocked forwards with the force of the arrow that struck him in the back and skittered off his armor.
Good. They weren’t using armor piercers. Yet.
“Now, time to go.”, he added and without another word of warning shifts his grip from her shoulders to her waist and simply threw her over one shoulder. Apparently this was not the first time he had managed this maneuver, as he was good enough at it to not crack her skull on the shoulder piece or the hilt of his sword.
…or maybe it was just bad luck for him that he didn’t.
He broke into a run as soon as the elf was over one shoulder. “Hold on to…something!”, he added as he stretched his long legs to get as much speed as he could. The figures of several archers and crossbowmen came streaming out of the woods, along with several runners that began to give chase to the Templar and his rather vocal burden.