(The Drunken Fish) Possibilities (Open)

[Darian]

As he rolled onto his knees and watched the dagger fly harmlessly over the guard's head, he supposed that he shouldn't be surprised. He neglected his combat training to much to expect that to actually hit the man, much less kill him, but he hoped that it would have distracted the man for a bit longer. If only it wasn't for that infernal shout below they might have managed to do this cleanly but know the guard was fully aware and Darian was completely defenseless. The only thing that kept him alive he expected was the fact that Cass was on the other side of him, and he died, and then likely so would the guard. Still it felt like a long several moments just kneeling their seeing what the panic stricken guard might do, just maybe, maybe making a mistake that he could exploit, and kill the man. He was obviously very edge with the present circumstance and perhaps he would miss if charged but that was a risk he was not ready to take, more preferring to wait it out and see where everything went. After all a rash action on his part could earn him a arrow in the chest, and silence him and so end his plan forever.

His heart beat hard in his chest as his hand traced the ground alongside him, slowly edging up behind his back to try and find the hilt of his longsword, but then the man surprised him and eased the tension on his bow, and visibly Darian relaxed. Not wanting to let the lull in the battle go to waste he stood to his feet to make him on more even grounds with the man, but let go of the hilt of his longsword, not wanting to break the shaky peace between them, and he looked over at Cass, opening his mouth to speak but stopped by her words. " As you will, I'll keep an eye on this one " he said with a brief nod to her, before turning his head back towards the man, and carefully watching for any sudden movements. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Cass depart, and could see that towards the front of the house, a obvious fire had broke out, and he wondered which side had started it, but it was a fleeting thought. The man's previous words when announcing his surrender came to his mind, and standing directly in front of the man, he straightened his shoulders but made no move for his weapon. " We have a deal, shaky at best, and depending on who's side wins, decides who becomes a prisoner " he said as he watched the guard and folded his arms behind his back slowly, careful not to make any threatening movements towards the man.

Of course he didn't plan on letting this man leave the roof alive, he fully expected that before all of this was over, only one of them would leave this roof alive, and he wanted to make sure that it was him that left alive. Still he didn't have to try and kill this man right away, and if he tried to do that he'd likely be shot down faster than he could take a step, but maybe he could kill two birds with one stone so to speak, he could gather information on what the man meant by what his group did, and possibly goad him into lowering his weapon or otherwise giving him a chance to kill the man without risking harm to himself. " I'm curious about what leaves such a bad taste in a man's mouth when working with the kind of people he does " he asked rhetorically, just calling upon his older statement as if trying to pass the time. His hands which were still behind his back wormed there way to grasp the scabbard the sword rested in tightly, and he tugged on it to gently increase the pressure, feeling a bit more confident with the slight hold on his longsword, and hoped that the man would just listen to his words and not cause to much trouble to him, because he was very well at a disadvantage against the man.

Downstairs bellow he could hear voices pitched in combat, and he sighed, looking back up at the man and shrugging. " I fear we are all drawn into things we have little control over " he said, his eyes locking with the archers. The statement was true from his perspective though he meant not a word of it describing his own situation because he wanted this just as much as his employer, but who knew it might help him against this man. Inwardly all of his muscles tensed up, and if the man raised his bow at him for whatever reason, he would charge him, and try and push him over the railing, for his he was going to die, he wasn't going to go alone.

[Darren]

The group downstairs were surprised to be met with somethat looked to be a burst of flame as it cleared a path to the front. The lead man who spent to much time looking was hit by the resulting debris smacking him in the face. The intense heat given off by the flame also hit the trio fool force, taking steps a few involuntary steps back as the intense flame scorched anyone who would linger for too long. The guard originally in front was one of those that lingered as the harsh flames reacquainted itself with the man's flesh as he jumped back in alarm. The first man cringed over in pain as he ineffectually tried to put out the flames that were beginning to envelop him. The shieldman pulled his leader back as he prepared themselves for the upcoming defense. "Ryan get up! We got to be ready for the..." he looked up to see the visage of the mage in the background, but that didn't get his attention. The mage wouldn't be in front, there had to be someone else. "Farm girl?" the man with the rapiers named Ryan asked as he looked at the peaceful looking Corinth. "No! Him!" his companion called out as they say Cade lumbering out of the flames. His bloodcurdling scream did it's job as it froze the crouching man in front and as he saw the attack that came after he saw his life flash before his eyes. Putting his weapons up in a twin guard he caught Cade's blade as he tried to stand. However the weight behind the blade wasn't going to let him back up as his blades were forced back. His arms at an odd angle as Cade's blow pushed the dirk back into his shoulder. If he continued that pressure they would hear a crack from the man's shoulder followed by a scream as the man would lay writhing on the ground. It wouldn't help that Antar's arrow would also slam into the man's soft underbelly. Now whether Cade would have kept on or not it wouldn't have mattered as the man's eyes lost it's light as he lost all the tension in his arms. He went down face first as he breathed his last breathe, leaving a small pool of blood near his mouth. The last man standing on the from the original line nearly fell backwards as he stepped back near the crossbowman. They looked at the unnecessary carnage in horror as their morale dropped. The man in the took a bead in on Cade. Shaking in fear he would shoot out a bolt aimed at the man, it would ultimately miss and pierce the wall of the house. Stopping with the arrowhead pointing out, it would threaten Eryss for a mild second before he would realized that it was just a lucky shot. Dropping the heavy bow the man turned as he left the very door he was guarding in the first place. Leaving his companion behind, he ran doggedly away from the action. "Game over man! Game over!" he shouted as he ran from the house. "Hey where are you-" That was the last thing that the shielded man would be able to say as he saw a glimmering of steel heading his way. Bringing his shield back to position he would be able to defect most attacks the woman with blades would throw, but not all. Scoring many shallow and thin cuts across his legs the man withdrew bleeding out constant steady flow of blood from his legs. Cursing wildly at the woman he brought his shield back down as he forced Kiara back. Without being able to use his legs the man would only succeed in staggering the woman back as he planted his feet. His face paled with every step, he was on the doorstep of death's door before Cassie revealed herself to the group. Only a few steps down, behind the man, it would almost seem appropriate to quickly end the man's suffering. But it was up to the Zith to do so, since the man's will seemed bent on holding out to the very last. "Curse you... why.. would you even... hah... haha... ugh..." he stammered as he lazily looked up to see a furry viasge of death above him. The man with his own agenda would be given a small clue before everyone else. The man with bow kept the line steady as the two stared each other down. He acknowledged Darian's take on the situation with a mildly amused grin. "We never ever had a prisoner. Normally we just deal with animals" he replied back watching Darian's movements. But he was no fool, already seeing what Darian had in mind the next question started to anger him. "Tell me. What do we look like to you? Watch what you say next because I'm very set on ending you right here and now. We are mere caravan guards that are working part-time. And that which leaves a bad taste in my mouth, I'm guessing you'll soon find out either way" he breathed sadly as he heard his companion fleeing the house. That was where he dropped his bow, a resigned look on his face. By the looks of it you guys aren't hired by one of the more tactful employers in this city he said as his eyes glazed over. If only they met Reacher or his associates the man mentally twitched as he drew his blade. The act itself was intimidating enough as he made the motion in one quick movement, flicking the scabbard away from him. He slowly circled Darian until he reached the door leading to the house and locked the door. "We'll end this with what's left of my honor" he said cynically. The man was the watcher of the group. The one that was to warn the others of danger. And he failed miserably. Now all that was left was to take out as many people he could before he died alongside his partners. He motioned to the corner of the roof, giving Darian a clue as to what it might be. Pointing his Gladius out at Darian he started a myriad of overhand cuts and cleaves aimed at the man's body. This left the people downstairs with only one man to deal with. After they subdue him they were charged with the task of finding whatever it is they were suppose to find. Already a small scratching withing the walls. They had a good amount of places to look. The rooms, the second floor, the basement even. They would have to leave Darian to deal with the man on the roof and let him handle that area but the rest were up for grabs. Quick Note : Try keeping it within 2-3 paragraphs like last time. Unless your Darian or Cassie ^^ . Though I can't say that it matters where you look but rather how you search will affect the outcome of what you find. Oh and the thing the guard pointed at on the roof was a stuffed animal in case you were curious. oocP.S. Thanks for being a sport Antar, but I already changed the post beforehand. I can edit it to fit your current post or will you edit your own?

[Cade]

The barbarian's thirst was not quenched just yet, his blade barely soaked with the blood of his enemies. There was still hope yet, for there was one man still standing in the room. The savage with out hesitation set himself up the man, preying upon him with his thirsty blade. The berserker charged from his position full strength with sword high and readied to strike.

"DDDIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" The Myrian halfblood's roar thundered through the house as his blade thrusted downwards upon the last man standing. He was bloodlust and this night would not end tell he exacted enough death to satisfy his hunger. He was going to rip this man before him apart, piece by piece..... what ever it took.

[Antar]

With outright care in his aim as the barbarian charged the last remaining man, Noth laxened the tightness of his bow string. There was no reason to fire, when a hulk of a comrade was in the way so Antar let out a muttered curse, and drew his kukri again after transferring the bow to his back. He was content to watch the barbarian do what he did best, only to step in with a quick jab if their was a threat to the large man he might stop. With care, he knew the house was in a turbulent state of flux now, that when things neared the end of the job it was when the job became the most dangerous. In a place like Sunberth, almost no one would venture forwards to help in the cause of a murder, or even a small massacre. But there would still be people arriving to see whether or not a fire was started. Fire after all being a danger to every thing if it spread. So while the situation went down towards its end he went about things as logically as he could. First, were the bodies; he'd field strip them as fast as possible of all goods and recover his arrows, and the enemy weapons hoping they were in good enough shape to get any which weren't wanted to the Fence to divide the spoils. If anyone asked what he was doing, Antar might say it was to divide the plunder later in order to be quick about things. That much was true, while he was an opportunist, he rarely never stole from those he worked with. Such was bad for business. Second, he'd work with the others to establish the perimeter, and search the house carefully. Floor by floor, emptying desks and looking in crawlspaces or anyplace he might think of hiding something. Reacher had said this band moved drugs of some sort. In sunberth, such things as drugs were pliable, worth value, but hardly needing the urgency this task required. This was just one of many an odd thing that he was worried about on this job. The speed and lack of planning carried throughout coupled with the attitudes of the guards and the slight shuffling noises within the walls were unsettling to him. It meant there was something in this house of value, but value which might swiftly be snuffed out. And lastly, in a town like Sunberth that boded unfortunately with one small group of prospects which Antar tried to keep his hands out of: Human trafficking, Slavery, and worst of all; kidnapping. By Sahova's blood if there was any of the sort in here, he'd be sure to find out! And if what he suspected happened he'd be damn interested in hearing Reacher's side of the story. Dealing with any of the above in any extent only meant one thing to him; extra pay if no potential for future work was presented at the end of things. "ooc"Well , its not three paragraphs, just pay attention to the orange and you'll be fine. It's just organized on what my character would do to search. You've done good as a guest storyteller, Darren. TY.As for previous post- see PM

[Cass]

The smoke was quickly getting annoying. Stuck near the back door Cass continued to cough for a long moment before bending her knees a bit and lowering herself a few inches so she wasn't getting a constant blast of smoke to the face every five seconds. Suddenly Cass spotted a bleeding man collapsing onto the ground just a few small steps away from hwere she was currently standing. Cass remained where she was, unsure if this was some kind of trick to trap her. But the rapidly growing puddles of blood proved her fears wrong. Stepping closer to the severely wounded man Cass stared down as he tried to speak. Not understanding anything the man was saying Cass simply lifted her clawed foot up and ran the sharp ends of her exposed toes deep across the dying man's neck. In moments the man was dead and the puddles of blood continue to grow. Oh well.

Picking her head up to see what else was going on Cass caught sight of someone running away from the house. Reacher's orders about not allowing anyone to live echoed in her head. Without wasting another moment to see how the others were fairing Cass darted out of the back door. Once outside her wings stretched out to beat furiously against the ground. Her body lifted up off the ground a few feet as she flew as fast as she could after the man. When she was finally close enough she swooped down. If she was sccessful Cass would dig the claws of her feet into the man's shoulders deep enough till she had a firm grip. She would yank him hard up into the air until they were about thirty feet up in the air. She would then release her hold on the man and simply let him fall to his death.

If Cass was successful in her second kill she would land near the man's body, grab him by his leg and drag him back towards the house to join the other bodies inside the house.

[Corinth]

Day 1 Summer 511 AV Once again, in a frozen state of shock, Corinth couldn't seem to move her legs. This man, who only hours before was displaying charm and even compassion, was now ripping through men like they were paper dolls. Among many of the things Cor had never witnessed before, the brutal death of another being was one of them. The only major blood pour she had ever seen before this was blood flowing from the back of her mother's head. But even then, her mother's serene death was nothing compared to this blood bath. Corinth watched as Antar made no hesitation to dig through the now dead men's belongings and get up and begin his search for the package. She hardly caught a glimpse of the zith named 'Joyce' before she had spread her wings and was gone. Is nothing what it seems anymore?! Corinth couldn't allow herself to be useless and made herself lift her legs up one at a time and start walking into the room. She kept her dagger still tight in her shaking hand and lifted up boxes in corners. She didn't even know what to look for. Package? That could mean anything.. "Um...does anyone have an idea of what we should be looking for exactly?" She asked quietly. She didn't know if any sudden movement or loud talking would startle her party but she thought that perhaps they ought to start talking to eachother, like a team should. "I mean what could he possibly mean? Package?" She asked again swatting at the smoke that still lingered in the room. The smoke did seem it could be beginning to clear but Corinth's eyes still burned. She was afraid to open any doors into any other rooms but the smoke was suffocating and she slowly turned the knob of the door closest to her... Someone please follow me...

[Eryss Waldu]

[Lucky shot or not Eryss was mildly taken aback when the arrow threatened him momentarily, it had punched into the wall next to him with the arrowhead pointing out, he should have known to shield himself against projectiles instead of blades seeing as how Cade was doing most of the fighting between them. It didn’t take Eryss long to compose himself though and then, seeing as how his larger comrade had begun slaying successfully, he turned to look back towards Corinth where he was heard to say...

“Quickly. Look around and see what you can find. Anything that looks like it might be what Reacher wanted. Be cautious.”

...warning the girl to use caution as there may be other, as of yet unseen, combatants in the house before looking back as Cade charged the last man to deliver the death blow. There was something about the barbarian that Eryss considered strangely amiable, maybe it was his thirst for blood and how he thrilled in the kill, regardless though it caused him to pause momentarily and enjoy the sight of another man dying by his steel.]

[If Eryss was the concerned type he might have went with Corinth instead of shouting what sounded like orders a moment ago but really he expected Cade to accompany her once he was down killing.]

[Now that the main portion of the battle, or so it appeared, was coming to a close though Eryss stepped away from his comrades. Knowing that this house likely had a basement of some kind he would search until he could discover where exactly that was. While he was looking he would spare only enough attention to any room he glared into to determine if there was something valuable inside or a threat and then move on. Using the cowl he wore Eryss would also hold the cloth against his mouth to shield himself from the effects of the smoke that the fire had created at least partially, not as good as a wet cloth but it would have to do for the time being.]

[When Eryss found the door that lead into the basement he would reach for the handle and turn it slowly before pushing it wide. As he did so his hand right hand, the one that was blistered from casting the earlier fireball, would raise and res would emanate from it to create a translucent orb that hovered inches from his palm under his control and ready to ignite. Determining whether or not it was safe to move down the stairs into the basement Eryss would do so slowly, stopping periodically to listen for sounds further bellow, before reaching the bottom and taking the time to scrutinize the area and ensure he was the only here at the moment.]

[If there was no one else in the vicinity Eryss would begin his search, looking for something that Reacher may have considered a package so that he and the others could take it and make haste. His search was thorough if not practiced and while he was hardly an investigator the Wizard would look closely if anything appeared that it might be interesting or out of place trying to determine if it was what he sought. Downstairs the smoke was noticeably absent, or at least a great deal thinner, due to the fire being on the main floor of the house so Eryss was able to breathe easier but he never lost track of the fact that just above him was the aftermath of bloodshed and flames that might threaten to consume this house if left alone long enough.]

[Darian]

Darian stood calmly across from the archer, a calm look plastered over his face, and his hands stopped fiddling with the sheath of his longsword, and held his hands firmly at his sides at the man's notice of his handling. " Ah so let me guess, holding a families child to make a selling on the slave market or a ransom perhaps " he asked, his visage devoid of all interest now that there was no need to fake it. Sure he was curious but not curious enough that he would risk his life or job over it. The flames over to the side of him seemed to be growing if ever so slowly and his eyes wound their way to and from the smoke and off handedly he added " If it is a prisoner your guarding then you might do well by yourself by telling me where they are, or they will die, and since you probably know my intentions, then you will also know I don't care either way " he said coolly without a hint of malice, and slowly he blinked at the man, a whisper of wind blowing up his hair a fraction and causing him to squint for a moment. " As much as I know that you are just a simple guard caught in the thick of things, you know I am a hired man here to simply do a job, and because of that you know that one of us is not leaving this roof alive " he said with a hint of finality in his tone, and his eyes sharpened as they locked with his and he took a deep breath still feeling the bead that the man could easily draw on him before he even drew his weapon.

The man's bow clattered to the ground sounding sharp in the silence, and instantly his hand rose to the hilt of his sword, and he drew it out of his scabbard with a hiss of leather on metal. Holding the longsword aloft beside him, he gritted his teeth, and set his feet careful to prepare for the man's attack that was sure to come. " Honorable death is no less than I'd expect you to deserve " he said in a firm voice and he lifted the blade horizontally and upwards to shield himself from the barrage of furry coming quickly from the man. He didn't even have time to look where the man pointed so quickly was he with his rush, and he met the man’s charge in a ring of steel on cold iron. Meeting the first of his attack his sword bowed in inwardly a few inches with the strength of the blow, and he moved to execute a slight side step to disengage is sword, before moving it back over to his shoulder and swinging it back down at the man's midsection, hoping to gut the man quickly and get the whole thing over within one blow. If that didn't work though he would try a under hand strike aimed at his knees before focusing on several powerful overhand chops to try and drive the man backwards and perhaps lower to give him the advantage, and if he succeeded in doing so, he would try and back up suddenly before lunging forward to plunge his sword into the man's chest. Should he succeed in that he would head over to the corner of the roof where the man had marked, and would pick up what looked like a very unassuming stuffed animal, and would put it in his pack for later before searching the guard’s body, and finding a way to unlock the door. If his lunge failed, he would try to disengage his blade by pulling it backwards while steeping back fast, and sweeping the blade across his body to deflect any following strikes before squaring up with the man to continue the pitched battle.

[Kiara Killraven]

Kiara used Cade as her cover as she moved closer to the men standing in the line. She had guessed that Cade would be ferocious. But she had never expected him to want to kill them as badly as he did. He was just as bad as she was when it came to blood lust. Even if it was a different form of that lust that he showed. Finally it was her chance. Out from Cade's shadow she darted. Her knife moved in glittering arcs as she attacked the man that had so angered her moments before. Her initial assumption that they were highly trained had been premature. The man was good with his shield and short sword. But he kept making small mistakes, allowing cut him across the leg. Again he would make a mistake and again she would land another hit. After scoring multiple hits across the man's legs she moved back, fending off his counter attack as she let the man slowly bleed out. She wanted the man that angered her to know he was dying, and that she had caused it. After all the fighting is over Kiara would back away and check each of the bodies before Antar. Not to strip them of their valuables but to make sure each of them were dead. She didn't grow up on the streets of Sunberth without being careful. If she found any of them still alive she would either question them as to what they were guarding and where it was, if they were able to talk. However if they didn't answer or were unable to speak she would simply slide her knife into them and finish the job. After that is done she would then search the floor they are on to be sure there weren't any surprises waiting for them before they started searching the second floor or basement. When it came time to search the rest of the house she would follow those going to the basement, but she wouldn't go first. As shallow as it is she would go after someone else just so she has time to react to anything they might find down there.

[Darren]

The man would look back at the charging Cade as he morosely took his place to defend himself. The same strike that struck down his kinsman would seem to work with him was the general mindset Cade had. In response the shield man raised his shield and did the oldest move known to shield users. Attempting to block and send out a small jab his short sword hung low as the man awaited Cade's strike. Under the weight of the strike the man was forced to take a knee as a loud, sickening crack resonated throughout the room. The man looked undisturbed, almost uncaring in his focus to finish the action, sending out a quick thrust aimed at the man's stomach. However the cramped position he was put him would not allow such an act. The shield being forced down barred the path his sword was going through, sealing his fate . He was unable to free himself from Cade's blade as it lodged itself deep in it's wooden frame. Looking closely it would seem that it actually went through most of the material as the man's broken arm went limp. So it can be seen the final guard was otherwise defenseless as he felt Cass's talons dig in deep into his persons. Stopping any feeling from the neck down he collapsed to the side writhing in pain. The man that already left was out of sight as Cass would rush out of the door. Choosing whether to try looking for the man or to go back and help others look was up to her she hover a few feet in the air. Reacher wanted a bit of subtlty but he also would have didn't want anyone to get away. Two conflicting desires and one had to be achieved by the flying Zith. Antar was right, the group had to see if anything was to gain from the guards. Though they still had to check if they their objective was there or not. Asides from the clothes the guards had, there wasn't too much to be gained from the rag tag crew. Granted some of their weapons were in somewhat good condition. Though mostly broke and unusable. Eryss's fires singed any armor they might have had into a less then desire able condition, perhaps they can sell the materials for scrap? Asides from food items from their pouches and a few coins on their persons it was easy to see that it would be better to devote their energy to fulfilling their contract. Though, while he was busy running things over mentally, the others would already have departed to their own devices. Corinth's tour of the main room would come with little success. Looking by herself and meekly asking the others for assistance, her actions would only reveal low quality materials for the artistic minded. If she bothered to look inside the boxes she would come across a multitude of canvases, brushes and paint alongside a few murky bottles of water. Inside were clear, almost shining crystal clear water, pretty comes to mind if one were to describe it. If she wanted she could pocket the liquid or possibly show the others, see what they can decifer out of it. Though there isn't enough bottles for everyone the three small bottles ook slightly magical when held up to the light. As Eryss wandered the basements he would eventually be able to hear voices. Though indistinct in a way the more he would concentrate the easier the voices would be heard. If only the basement wasn't so dark, perhaps he needed to invest in a torch? Maybe make a small bit of fire to light up the area? Well it was up to him, the basement wasn't going anywhere but he might miss something due to the lack of light. Though his initial searches wouldn't come without any results. Food items, supplies, anything that would be deemed somewhat useful could be found here and a few chests. Looking inside the first few unlocked ones he would be able to see a few small bags worth of miza and some assortment of herbs and leaves. With no skill in herbalism he wouldn't be able to figure what the odd plants were asides from the basics few. Turning further in was another door that lead a bit deeper inside, nothing could be seen from where he was. Only thing that changed was the scratching on the walls as he peered deeper in, it seemed to get louder, more threatening to him. The man on top wouldn't give Darian much to work with, regarding his reaction. Instead he would just raise his eyebrow at him as he shook his head in disgust. "Whoa... Whoa slow down. Periods. Use them" he sneered before he would attack. The first strike would be met with little resistance as Darian moved to the side. The man's eyes would not leave Darian's visage for a second as he followed up with a sideswipe as the other man sidestepped him. The two attacks would collide, leaving Darian's grip and stance shaken as the guard drew back from the proceedings. He let Darian take the pace as his low-hi combination was swung with little more then a wave of the arm. Blocking, stepping away when the situation demanded it, the man just bidded his time until a chance arrived. That moment came at a lunge, parrying Darian's last attack almost contemptuously he read the Darian's upcoming move easily. Yes, that will do. The sound of pierced flesh would be heard as Darian looked to see blood on his chest. The man before him who took advantage of the hasty lunge placed himself right where Darian had aimed. Blinking softly, the man hear the drops of blood that Darian's sword was accumulating on it's tip. The last thing the man would see was his perpetrator's face as his eyes closed peacefully. At the very least his "actions" would allow him to unite with his friends. Below another would finally be rid of his suffering as Kiara stabbed the poor burn victim, he wouldn't be able to speak right anyway. Checking the same areas opposite of Corinth she would find only clothes of poor and common value, nothing even matching before she would follow Eryss into the basement. Seeing only papers of the house's history of transactions. Apparently Reacher's competitors were only interested in drugs, drugs, and more drugs. Though a recently new paper was atop the stacks filed under new. Looking at the paper shipments of new and possibly very dangerous new improvements were in store for Reacher's rivals. Plans of his next few moves this week even, alongside a few notes about sending to it that the new arrivals are to taken directly to the management offices on the other side of town. These along with a few more ledgers regarding living expenses pointed to slaves or human trafficking. Though where they have been hidden has yet to be told. Though the goal of finding the package(s) was on almost everyone's minds a new event caused them to pause. It was very quiet, even though was still some sounds from the house being burn everything else seemed mute. If one would stop to listen they would hear the soft clomps a horse would make. Two horses at that and the rumbling of the carriage they were pulling along. Reacher's rivals were here, and seeing the house they agreed to meet in was in a less then ideal condition slowly made their way to salvage what they can. The group now had to decide now whether or not to keep searching or to form up and confront this new threat. They still haven't found what they were looking for and already they have company on their way. "Check the sides, see if you can flush them out, me and Krit will see to the package" a malignant voice said as they made their way to the house. "Hey! You petching bastards! Give us what we came here for and nobody gets hurt" the menacing voice said. Approaching the front was an Isur and a Symenestra embossed in very intimidating attire the Isur was the one who took point. Wearing armor similar to that of a gladiator he left his stone arm and chest widely open as if inviting an attack. Though seemingly the less skilled of the two it was easy to say he was the more brutal. Armed with a intimidating weapon, a wolf's teeth club, he handled it as it was just a mere stick to him. Just one full bodied hit would be enough for one to be defeated. Alongside him the Symenestra looked timid with only a few knives visible from her hip and knuckle dusters as a weapon. But if one gazed long enough they would be able to see some projections lining the outside of her exterior. Down in the basement sounds of a door being opened and closed resonated deep inside it's dark interior. A soft cry followed by a gruff, gutterspeak, the sounds of chains being dragged would soon follow as the soft voice would resist. Only a dark corridor away would Eryss and Kiara find a dark room with chains. There a the viasge of a man would be seen transporting small Konti children. Armed with only a small, ceremonial knife the nuit would stick to it's prefered method of combat. Anything out of the ordinary and an innumerous number of extra arms would morph out of the man as he would project out a myriad of fists as he turned to complete his work. Darian would be surprised to see a heavily clothed woman appear on the roof with him. Looking closely one would be able to guess that the woman seemed to have a sadistic side as she looked at him with less then honorable intent. Looking down at the others near him and then Darian on the roof she smiled as she hopped down to stare seductively at Darian before speaking. "My... my... you seemed to have made a mess of things haven't you? Don't worry we'll clean all this up. Though... I think I'll leave you for myself" she grinned as he folded her arms across her chest. Though her face was something to look at her body wasn't so nice. Hiding her figure with layers of clothing she her body seemed slightly misshaped and broken. Winking before the two started she burnished her weapon. A lance. Very unconventional given she doesn't have a horse though she seemed very confident. oocYou can go ahead and tell me a bit more about your searches, if I see anything worth noting I'll add something to the next post. Either way you have your groups. Feel free to move around before the actual fight if you want to repositon yourselfs. That's actually pretty normal. I'll go ahead and post accordingly either way. LIMIT YOURSELF TO TWO ACTIONS. Looking, moving and/or fighting