It was unnatural that any man ought to be able to outmaneuver a bolt fired out of a pistol crossbow at top speed, or a swords-woman of Vega's caliber either one. But both of them together, with only a scratch to show for it? Even after seeing it for himself, he'd still maintain it was impossible. Truly at that point, Arlo only cared about what had befallen Vega. But as for the mage, the traveler wasn't done with him yet.
Vivian's bolt of lightening knocked the mage off his feet and left him moaning, groaning, and as vulnerable as he'd ever be. "...you don't understand," the man began to say. Arlo didn't give the mage any more time than it took him to utter just those three words. No time to reach for the vials or bottles on his belt, no time to vanish into thin air and no time to hurt anyone else. , as he swiftly nocked another bolt into his crossbow, took aim and fired off a killing shot. And if that one didn't do it, he'd keep firing until the job was finished.
A dead mage was a dead mage. It was the timing that was important. But deadly fog or no deadly fog because he'd beat the mage to it, Vega was still caught and Arlo quickly made his way to her. He couldn't care less about the woman who'd abducted her, or her ultimate fate. But Vega was right. He wouldn't leave. "Not yet. Be still," he said, putting a hand on Vega's arm to still it. Just a trill was all he needed. It was all it would take to know if what he was planning would work.
The mage was dead and already there, crumpled at the base of the offending wall. Arlo then thrust forward his hand, curled into a fist, the one that the ring of earth adorned; intending to cause the earth beneath and around the mage's body to heave upwards and outwards. It would only last a few trills if it worked. But if it did, the buckling earth and rock should cause the offending wall to crumble apart, therefore freeing Vega's arm without a struggle and without injury.
Two trills, maybe three was all the time he needed. It either worked, and Vega came away without injury, or at least a minimal amount. Or it didn't work and then their options would depend on whether or not he'd managed to prevent the mage from releasing that deadly fog. Without that fog creeping in, there was plenty of time to wait for the wall to crumble on it's own, for them to chisel away at it, or finesse Vega's arm out another way, all without causing a lasting injury. But if they lacked the time, then he'd take hold of her like she wanted, lend his strength to hers and together they'd take the brutish approach.
Vivian's bolt of lightening knocked the mage off his feet and left him moaning, groaning, and as vulnerable as he'd ever be. "...you don't understand," the man began to say. Arlo didn't give the mage any more time than it took him to utter just those three words. No time to reach for the vials or bottles on his belt, no time to vanish into thin air and no time to hurt anyone else. , as he swiftly nocked another bolt into his crossbow, took aim and fired off a killing shot. And if that one didn't do it, he'd keep firing until the job was finished.
A dead mage was a dead mage. It was the timing that was important. But deadly fog or no deadly fog because he'd beat the mage to it, Vega was still caught and Arlo quickly made his way to her. He couldn't care less about the woman who'd abducted her, or her ultimate fate. But Vega was right. He wouldn't leave. "Not yet. Be still," he said, putting a hand on Vega's arm to still it. Just a trill was all he needed. It was all it would take to know if what he was planning would work.
The mage was dead and already there, crumpled at the base of the offending wall. Arlo then thrust forward his hand, curled into a fist, the one that the ring of earth adorned; intending to cause the earth beneath and around the mage's body to heave upwards and outwards. It would only last a few trills if it worked. But if it did, the buckling earth and rock should cause the offending wall to crumble apart, therefore freeing Vega's arm without a struggle and without injury.
Two trills, maybe three was all the time he needed. It either worked, and Vega came away without injury, or at least a minimal amount. Or it didn't work and then their options would depend on whether or not he'd managed to prevent the mage from releasing that deadly fog. Without that fog creeping in, there was plenty of time to wait for the wall to crumble on it's own, for them to chisel away at it, or finesse Vega's arm out another way, all without causing a lasting injury. But if they lacked the time, then he'd take hold of her like she wanted, lend his strength to hers and together they'd take the brutish approach.
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