Skirting Danger

[Fayr]

Gorluk felt the arrows gouge deeply into places his armor couldn't protect and some just bounced off adding to the many scratches. All this he ignored. Nothing penetrated the thick wall of fury that covered an orc's senses as he was in a battle rage. All Gorluk did to show he was alive was grunt, roar and kill. His sword arm though was slowing down slightly and he looked to see an arrow deep within his lightly protected armpit. His large hand closed upon the shaft and with a tug he ripped it out followed by a gush of blood. "To me!" His bellow raised above the chorus of battle and the five orcs not dead circled around their leader and charged into the fray again.

[micaylah]

Kia nodded in understanding to Creel. She laid low on Ciraph's back as arrows fell all about her brushed away by the dragons smooth, hard scales without so much as a scratch.

[sumdood]

"All right, Ciraph! Take off again!" Creel said to the dragon, patting his neck.
"Be careful, Creel. If you die, I'll have to mutilate these bandits' bodies."
"I know, Cir'. I'll be fine. Just go and make sure Kia doesn't get hurt!"
With that, Creel took off running towards the other bandits, swords in his hands. He ran swiftly, the burning buildings passing by swiftly as he ran.
Then, he turned a corner and came face-to-face with one of the bandits.
"Dammit!" he shouted, swinging his arm to slash the bandit with his sword. However, instead of that, a small, blunt spike of rock shot out of the ground, connecting with the man's chin and knocking him to the ground, unconscious.
"dang good luck," he muttered as he continued on....

[Fayr]

Gorluk swung his greatsword among his comrades and they all made sure to keep a distance away since they knew he wouldn't care if they fell too. They decimated the first line trying to put up a defense against them and they only met some trouble after the few were killed. Gorluk took a dagger in the gut but it only penetrated deep enough to cut a deep line in his stomach.

Gorluk started a old orc war song which the other orcs gladly joined in. They were all bleeding from various wounds and could die at any moment yet they were all happy. Orcs were born for battle and they lived for battle. The song was loud, deep and terrifying. It was supposed to scare the opponents but the orcs were so lost they didn't watch to see the effect.

[sumdood]

Ciraph, with Kia atop his back, leapt into battle along with the orcs, snatching up bandits by their heads and tossing them high in the air to fall back down to their deaths....
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Creel ran through the 'rich' district of the small village, which was really just middle class. The bandits were now looting here, the others fighting back in the poorer district just a sort of lookout.
Creel ran as fast as he could to the house the bandits were in, catching up with them fairly easily. As he stood in the doorway, he was met with a pair of nocked arrows pointed directly in his face.
"Don't even so much as twitch or my men will shoot you dead," another man from behind the two archers said. Creel just shifted his gaze to the man, an action which the archers forgave by not killing him.
"Why're you looting towns and killing innocents?" he asked.
"Because we can," the man answered,"The world doesn't give a crap about us, so we return the favor. We just take what we want, and kill who we want. Do you have a problem with that?"
"As a matter of fact, I do," Creel said, glaring over at the man, who seemed to be the leader.
"Fine, then. You want a fight? I'll give you one," the bandits' leader said, motioning for his men to take their bows from Creel.

[Fayr]

Gorluk stepped back as the white dragon landed in their midst. Some orcs charged the dragon but he stopped them quickly. With the flat of his blade. They got the message quickly and all of them just scowled and growled at the beast and went back to killing. Gorluk just like them wanted to put his blade deep into its scales but right now it was needed. He just roared and ran back into the battle even going as far as to go near the dragon and fight by its side.

[micaylah]

Kia held tightly to Ciraph. Her knuckles turning white from the strain of holding onto the white dragon as he fought. Her eyes watched the chaos and bloodshed behind steeled indifference. She cut herself off from that around her. She had to. There would be need for her when the battle ended if she survived it herself. She turned as a man landed on Ciraph’s back, not knowing how he had managed it. She laid back, forcing the staff out over her head with all her might as she gripped it tight when the impact with the man’s gut threatened to rip it from her hands. The man gave a loud “garumph” as the air left his lungs and he fell back into the din below. She sat back up, her legs becoming sore and chaffed from the force with which she held to him.

[Fayr]

Gorluk fought beside the dragon not giving a care in the world for the attacks dealt on him. He was orc and he wouldn't back down to any humans. Even though his mind didn't notice it his dark purple body was bleeding from many wounds and his armor was heavily scratched in some places. He turned his head when he heard the sound of a grunting human and his greatsword caught the falling man on its point. The man's weight impaled himself even father and Gorluk had to fight with a human club at the end. Soon though his greatsword sliced through the man and his armor, but the extra weight and the pressing numbers had tired him out. Sweat and thick blood covered his large black eyes so he stepped behind the dragon trying to prepare himself. He needed a little break or he would die.

[sumdood]

Creel gripped the hands of his swords as the bandit leader drew a claymore.
"A fight to the death. If you win, my men quit and give themselves up for arrest. If I win, you die. Fair enough."
Creel just shrugged, and the bandit leader laughed.
"You're my kind of Rider," he said, grinning. Then, with a shout, he lunged forward, swinging the claymore for Creels' head. Creel ducked under the attack, rolling to his left. He struck out at the bandit leader's legs, but the man back pedaled away and his swords sliced harmlessly through thin air.
"This is gonna be a fun fight," the bandit leader said.