A New Face in Ravok
Closed, Xanos, please.
Evening of Day 44, Summer 511 AV
OOCFeel free to jump in whenever or however you like here. I'm leaving it open for you to approach Irr as you wish.
Closed, Xanos, please.
Evening of Day 44, Summer 511 AV
OOCFeel free to jump in whenever or however you like here. I'm leaving it open for you to approach Irr as you wish.
Irriari swore loudly and struck the idiot pick pocket who had tried to grab the burlap bag tied to her quiver down to the ground with a hard palm strike to his nose. Her palm connected with his nose with a resounding thwack, and Irriari felt his nose shift as he stumbled backwards, clutching it. Irriari moved forward, refusing to allow him to get away amidst the massive crowd that had dispersed somewhat since the fight had broken out. The thief clutched the burlap bag with his other hand, and continued trying to retreat until Irriari grabbed his grimy shirt with one hand and clawed at his torso with the other. Somehow, the worm managed to leap back during her strike, so her strike only managed to shred the already tattered shirt.
Irriari swore and yelled loudly. He would NOT get away. She punched him as he managed to get free of her grip and began to run. The strike, while not too powerful, hit him in the middle of his back, and he fell. The fool was probably winded. She kicked his skull with a clawed foot and watched as he recoiled and gasped at the pain.
“Did you think you'd get away with it?”
She laughed, and kicked him once more before grabbing the empty herb bag from his grasp. He still clung to it, which was surprising with how much pain he was in. A strangled whimper escaped his throat and Irriari clawed his chest, angry that her first hit hadn't landed well. His skin tore open easily and blood poured out of the fresh wound and dripped down from her clawed hand. Irriari was done with him now.
Soon after, Irriari finished standing up and looked over her shoulder to make sure there was no damage to the leather quiver she had paid so many mizas for. Her arms stretched skyward and Irriari cracked her throbbing knuckles. Punches weren't her favored method of attack, and her hands weren't used to the impact and shock from the hits.
Most of the bystanders had continued going along the street on their way through the plaza of Ravok. The fight, and their daily entertainment had ended too soon, based on the mutters and groans she had heard.
Irriari swore and yelled loudly. He would NOT get away. She punched him as he managed to get free of her grip and began to run. The strike, while not too powerful, hit him in the middle of his back, and he fell. The fool was probably winded. She kicked his skull with a clawed foot and watched as he recoiled and gasped at the pain.
“Did you think you'd get away with it?”
She laughed, and kicked him once more before grabbing the empty herb bag from his grasp. He still clung to it, which was surprising with how much pain he was in. A strangled whimper escaped his throat and Irriari clawed his chest, angry that her first hit hadn't landed well. His skin tore open easily and blood poured out of the fresh wound and dripped down from her clawed hand. Irriari was done with him now.
Soon after, Irriari finished standing up and looked over her shoulder to make sure there was no damage to the leather quiver she had paid so many mizas for. Her arms stretched skyward and Irriari cracked her throbbing knuckles. Punches weren't her favored method of attack, and her hands weren't used to the impact and shock from the hits.
Most of the bystanders had continued going along the street on their way through the plaza of Ravok. The fight, and their daily entertainment had ended too soon, based on the mutters and groans she had heard.
