Silver Ale (Clyde)

[Aello]

That's because you don't know that it wasn't pure intuition. That there is so much more to it than that Clyde, Aello thought. Not everything is as simple as you make it out to be. "You never do," Aello replied, simply. "You probably never will," she added, before falling silent for a moment. She was absently rubbing her thighs with her hands, building up a slight heat beneath her palms. Her right hand kept on brushing up against her dagger. The hilt. The cold, blood-stained blade. It sent tiny tremors up and down the length of her leg, filling her with a deep, and insatiable longing. Unless warm, crimson red blood was added to what already lingered on her blade. Aello's entire body trembled, every so slightly, at the thought of fresh blood. Its metallic scent filling her nostrils. Causing them to flare. Another few stains on her dagger, a few for her clothes. A part of her wanted to bathe in it. The part of her that hadn't been touched by magic, wanted to sit and eat. Then, perhaps, to run when things got ugly. But the magic was strong now, coursing through her like a raging river. Relentless, unwilling to yield. The dagger needed a blood offering. Then it would rest. Allow its mistress to rest, for a time. "We are the same in that then," Aello commented, as her eyes followed the line of his staff. "We attract trouble... or make it," she finished, as a mischievous grin crossed her lips. So he too, enjoys stirring up the cauldron until everything boils over. He too, likes to start a fight between two patrons. Just so he can watch from the safety of his wooden table, as the two of them go at it, she thought. Aello was watching, and waiting, just like him. Finally, someone came. A man of average height and weight, with dark brown, curly hair. He was carrying two mugs of ale. Perfect, Aello thought as her dark brown eyes sparkled. Just as long as those things don't wind up on me when he goes flying, everything will be perfect... couldn't ask for a better set-up. When the unsuspecting patron's right foot finally came into contact with Clyde's staff, Aello held her breath. He was tumbling, so slowly it seemed, his fingers unfurling from around the glass' grip. She could see the mugs soar through the air, as the man's face made contact with the wooden floor. She could just make out a crunching noise, stifled by the screaming and laughter that was going on all around the bar. Several droplets of silver ale spilled out across the floor before they crashed into the back of a male patron. The ale leapt out of the glass mugs, and onto his back. It cascaded down the back of his simple, dark blue tunic. Trickling lower and lower, until it appeared as though it were one large sweat stain. The man growled angrily as he pounded his fists on the table. The mugs clattered to the floor. Aello didn't need to use her magic to know that the patron was pissed. But nonetheless, she had called it forth in the hopes that it would give her a slight advantage, should anything get ugly. She could see the now-drenched patron's aura billowing. An angry blood red. Oh dear... it's worse than we thought, Aello's mind whispered as the metallic scent of blood reached her nostrils. It was strong, overpowering. Drenching her senses. It made her sick to her stomach. This one means to kill... and we know how capable Clyde is of defending himself, if of course, that lovely, overgrown patron is intent on killing him instead of the man on the floor. Speaking of which... Aello extended her left hand towards the fallen patron, who was just beginning to get up. "Here, let me offer you a hand," she said with a small smile, as she pushed her seat back with her feet, and got up. The man smiled up at her, and took her hand. By the time he had gotten up, Aello's magic had told her everything she would need to know about this one. The way his aura swayed back and forth, like the sloshing of the sea, was enough to tell her that he was already well on his way to being drunk. That despite his short stature, he could hold his liquor, unlike most of the other men she had seen. "You must have tripped over a loose floorboard," Aello lied, once the man was on his feet, and brushing himself off. "Perhaps then, the maids will give you a few new glasses, on the house, to make up for your blunders." The man smiled, flashing a nearly toothless grin. Aello tried not to vomit as her heart began to hammer in her chest, and her pupils dilated. Gross, she thought, as the man walked past her, smacked her ass, and went on his way. Aello's eyes grew wide as her lips parted in surprise. She shut them quickly, as her hands balled into fists. If that man ever touched her again, she'd be sure it was the last thing he ever did. She'd be certain to slice off each of his fingers, very, very slowly. Just to draw out his pain, and her pleasure. Her ability to teach any man she wished a lesson. As she stood, breathing heavily, waiting for her anger to dissipate, she leaned towards Clyde a little. "Next time you do that, be sure you can destroy whoever you try to bring into a conflict," she hissed. "ON YOUR OWN." She didn't need to turn around to know that the ale-stained patron was pushing back his chair, getting up. She could see his aura moving with him. Billowing upwards, towards the ceiling. An angry red flame. She could sense it coming closer; sense him. Soon enough, the man was upon her, extending his right hand, tapping her right shoulder. "Care to tell me why two pints of ale are pouring down my back?" he growled. Aello's muscles stiffened. They were rippling beneath her flesh as she spun around to face the man. His dark eyes, lined with a rim of red. His tightened muscles, and jaw line. Petch, she thought, as she looked up at him. "It was just an accident," Aello replied, her tone somewhat cold. "One of the other patrons tripped over a loose floorboard... you could always ask him to pay for a new shirt, you know. Kindly..." The man raised his hands and shoved Aello. Pressing his palms just below her shoulders. Where they met with her chest. She stumbled a few steps back. Nearly into the wall. "I would not do that if I were you," Aello growled, certain that her aura was billowing as angrily as his. Her left hand was at her side, balled into a fist. Her right hand lay open, resting on her thigh. Right over the cursed dagger. It was calling to her. It longed for fresh blood, as much as she... OOCSorry if I got a little ahead of myself... Erm... Aello needs a good bar fight. >.<

[Clyde Sullins]

Apparently Clyde had been all to successful in his attempt at making some chaos... The man who had been struck had been the worst possible person to hit... Even without magic that Aello had, it was clear the man was developing into a towering rage. He was speaking to Aello about something, but Clyde could not hear what over all of the commotion... Then he saw him push her... A woman! Well Clyde could not sit for that, and tried to put himself between her and Aello.... though in front of the girth and height of the man, Clyde felt rather small... Which was unusual for him, considering how tall he was.... The man was really letting himself go. The man grabbed a chair from the ground next to him, and tossed it across the room with surprising accuracy at the man who had poured the drinks on him. It smashed into his back, breaking into splinters and knocking the man into another table, which was full of several burly men. They jumped to there feet, shouting at the angry man, and began to advance on him. Which Clyde noticed had distracted the first man who had been drenched. Seeing an opening, Clyde tried to hit him with his staff, smacking him in the back. This however had no effect, and the wooden staff simply bounced off of him, alerting him to Clyde. Clyde braced himself, expecting to take a punch to the face from the man, but instead felt his feet leave the ground. He looked down to see that the man had lifted him bodily off of the ground, straight over his head. But that did not last long as he then proceeded to toss Clyde across the room similar to the chair, were he hit two of the men from the other table who had gotten up, him and the two man landing in a big heap on the ground. By now the entire bar was getting into the fight, tankards of ale being tossed, knives being drawn from places on peoples bodies, and the chaos ensuing growing to a torrential level. All the while, Aello was surely doing something, but Clyde had no idea what, but it would be a most opportune time for her to make her move in the chaos, as the man was clearly distracted by his raging... He had been knocked out when he hit the men, and came to in a tangle of limbs... He did the best he could to extricate himself with little luck, struggling with the other two... His staff had landed up against the wall, several feet away... But Clyde was just now starting to get up, his entire body aching from the impact, luckily with nothing broken... But a splitting headache to go with it...

[Aello]

"That is enough!" Aello growled through grit teeth, her eyes blazing ferociously as she reached under the fold of her dress. The slit in the fabric. She traced the line of her leg, her smooth skin, until her hand met with the hilt of her dagger. She wound her slender fingers around the hilt, and gently eased it out of its scabbard, and into the open. The blood of the blade glowed in the dim light of the tavern. The silver shrank into the shadows. Now he is done for... we'll start with his fingers. Rid him of those before we sever his wrists. Make slender slits across the length of his arms, to his shoulder blades. Then a deadly design out of his blood, upon the chest. Something to make Dira proud, before we move onto his legs, his toes... cut them all. A sinister smile crossed Aello's lips, as her grip tightened around the hilt of her dagger. The blade was turned towards her slender form, the tip resting on her flesh, just below her elbow. She leapt forward, towards the man who had been doused in two pints of ale. When she was within striking distance, she pulled her right hand rapidly out to the side, before swinging it back in, towards her left shoulder. She moved the arm in a wide arc, causing the blade to swing around, towards the patron's flesh. The large gentleman eyed her hungrily. Or in what appeared to be a hungry, amused manner, and easily stepped back, out of Aello's way. Aello grit her teeth, and swung her arm back, in the direction it had come. The man easily dodged her advance once more. "You're going to have to do better than that doll, if you intend on beating me," the man snarled. "Fair enough, I'm just warming up," Aello growled, as her mind caught sight of Clyde's aura. She could sense his distress, but little else. He was simply surrounded by too many others, auras that seemed to blend in with his own. "Petch," Aello growled, as she jerked her head back just in time to avoid the patron's fist. It managed to clip her right shoulder though. But just the top. It hardly hurt. Or at least, that was what she would keep on telling herself until the fight was over. You can't let him distract you Aello, she told herself as she took another step back, away from her assailant. You can't let Clyde get in your way. Get you beat up again. He simply has to learn how to fend for himself, while you... um... still manage to clean up for him. Aello shook her head, as she sprung towards the angry patron. At the last moment, she swung her body around, towards the left. Twirling, and bringing her arm out, extending the blade a little, in the hopes that she could strike his back, just behind the space where his arm sprung.

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde shook his head for a moment, trying to clear up his blurry vision. When everything stopped looking so melty, he got up and out of the tangle of limbs, which was not easy with his aching body. But he finally did manage to do so, and got to looking around. However in the short time he had been down, the entire room seemed to have devolved into chaos. One man was breaking tankards over peoples heads, another was repeatedly punching one in the face... And another was using the opportunity to sneak into the ale, and was drinking quite a good bit of it behind the bar. It was though getting a bit out of hand. It was all in good fun now, but soon enough someone would call for the ebonstryfe, and Clyde did not plan to be here when they got here.... He just needed to find his staff, and try and extricate Aello from whatever she was up to... He managed to find his staff, only to have it kicked away. So he got down on all fours trying to go after it and grab it, while keeping out of the target area of all of the angry patrons. In the end, it was kicked back to near were he started. Just as he grabbed his staff, still on all fours, he looked up to see he was about two inches behind the man who had the ale dumped on him... And he was still angry, now fighting with Aello, who had a bloody dagger in her hand which looked oddly familiar... Of course he should help her, but he was not really sure how... Grab his legs and try to trip him up? Bite his ankle? Smack him with the staff? That had been so successful last time.... He was not really sure what he would do, it depended more on Aello's actions... Though if the man took another step or two back, he would be standing on Clyde... How did he get into these messes?

[Aello]

Aello's blade managed to sever the strings that held the angry patron's tunic together, and was just beginning to press into his flesh. Causing the skin to sink against the tip of her blade, spilling but a drop of blood before he pushed her away with an angry grunt. Aello stumbled several steps back, into another angry patron, who attempted to thrust a finished pint of ale atop her head. The girl quickly side-stepped, out of the way, as the man's fingers unfurled, releasing the glass grip. Soon enough, the empty pint was sinking through the thick air, and then, crashing into the wooden floor. Where it shattered into several, jagged pieces. Well that's a bloody hazard, Aello thought, as someone bonked her assailant on the head with a chair, allowing her to divert her gaze back to the angry patron, which had started this whole mess. She could hardly sense Clyde's aura coming from behind him, as her eyes darted back and forth across the bar, looking for a way to use that which surrounded her to her advantage. Finally, Aello's dark brown eyes settled on a nearby table. Four small wooden chairs surrounded it, the closest was pulled back a bit. That'll do, she thought, as she ran for the chair, hopped up, before climbing onto the table. In one fluid motion, giving herself but a moment to time everything, Aello leapt from the table towards the man she was fighting. As she sailed through the air, she kicked her legs, as though she were running, and brought her right hand back, over her head. When she reached her opponent, Aello brought her arm back down, and the dagger with it. The blade sank into the man's right shoulder, as she ran her legs up his length, until they rested in the center of his chest. As he roared in pain, and shut his eyes tightly, Aello pushed her legs up a little more, extracted the knife, and attempted to do a backflip off his stomach. The girl, unfortunately, wasn't too graceful, or gifted in the field of acrobatics, and wound up falling on her back, at the man's feet. The dagger fell from her grasp, and onto the floor. Clattering into the space a foot to her right. By then, the man had regained his senses, and pulled his leg back. He quickly thrust it into Aello's side, causing her to skid uncomfortably across the floor. She only traveled about a foot, but her side ached so much, she was certain it'd be black and blue by morning. As a drunken patron stumbled over her body, Aello cringed, waiting for him to crash to the floor before she eased her body up. "Damnit Clyde!" Aello hissed, as the colors flared angrily all about her. As they swirled, and danced around her form. Mocking her. "When we get out of here..." Aello was knocked forward by yet another pair of brawlers. She stumbled a few paces past her dagger. If only she could get it back, perhaps she could end this... the angry patron's arm swept past her, she could only sense it with the use of her magic. She ducked rapidly, and stepped slowly towards her dagger. She had just begun to run her fingers back over the hilt, when another patron bent to pick it up. Are you petching kidding me... Aello thought, as she looked up at the bearded man, with her bloody dagger.

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde was of course not the best when it came to fighting, and what he did was a pitiful excuse for being a brawler. He had long since let his physical side go to the wayside, and focused more on his mind than anything. So it was not surprising to see his lack of skill in a fight. What he did was more like an attempt at mindless flailing, from someone who had just been newly shoved into living in a human body for the first time. So grace and skill was out. Clyde would go for surviving, and getting something done. Luckily for him, he was right behind the guy who had started it all... Well of course if you did not count Clyde. But since Clyde did not consider himself to really be at fault or the cause, that was not an issue for him. Clyde saw a flash of bloody metal, as someone swooped in to take Aello's weapon. Well Clyde was pretty sure she needed that to fight, and so helping her get it back would really be helping himself. Still holding his staff, Clyde came crashing in to try and tackle the man with Aello's blade in the legs, though he was not going fast enough to knock him down. So Clyde settled for lowering his mouth to the mans vulnerable leg skin, perhaps his ankle if he made it, and bite down with all of the force his mouth could deliver. He used one arm to hold the leg to his mouth, as the man let out a yelp of surprise and pain, and tried to wrench the leg out of Clyde's grasp. Clyde however, just remembering his staff, started to bang that around, scoring several glancing hits on the mans legs, before he hit a vulnerable spot, with the top of his staff sinking into the mans groin. If that did not get him to release the dagger, or at least to leave Aello alone and focus on Clyde... He was not sure what would.... Though he could not help but wonder once again how he had gotten into a situation were this was the only reasonable response...

[Aello]

"You'd best give that back," Aello growled at the bearded men. "Lest you convince me to use it upon you, once it returns to me of its own accord," the girl added, as she bunched her hands into fists. She was preparing to raise them, and bring them back, so as to prepare herself for a punch, when she noticed Clyde's aura sailing towards the bearded man with her dagger. She smiled weakly, as she looked down, and noticed him clinging to the man's legs, as though for dear life. And then... gnawing on his leg. Aello's face wrinkled into a frown, that mustn't taste good, she thought, as she glanced back up from Clyde, to the bearded man. He seemed to be flailing his arms in pain, swinging her dagger wildly, as she side-stepped, and ducked, simply to remain out of his way. As she continued to dodge, Aello raised her fists a little higher, until they rested an inch or two in front of the center of her chest. Just keep him distracted a little longer, Aello thought, as she waited for another moment, before extending her right hand towards the man's center. Just above his belly-button. Miraculously, the girl made contact with the man's chest, causing him to suck in his gut as he lost his breath. His fingers unfurled, releasing the dagger. It clattered to the floor. Aello made a made dive for it, landing on her side. She reached for the dagger, and wound her fingers around the hilt. "Thanks for making yourself useful Clyde," she called through the chaos, as she saw a flash of red light by her right side. Another foot nearly coming down on her face, Aello tucked her arms into her chest, and began to roll sideways along the floor, out of the way. She headed right, and then left, constantly dodging, feeling the air of their movement on her side. This is petching ridiculous, Aello thought, as she rolled under a nearby table. Buying herself some time, a moment for her heart to calm itself as she sat herself up, and then crept out from underneath, as soon as the coast seemed to be as clear as it could ever be in a bar-wide brawl. Once on her feet, and beside the table, Aello looked around, her muscles tensed. Where did that idiot who started this whole mess get to? Aello wondered, as she looked from left to right, trying to pick out the giant in this mess. But it was no use, all she could see were a bunch of smelly drunkards. And then... Aello found herself back on the floor. Her back aching as she looked up at the ceiling. The drunkard was standing over her. The colors of the auras fading away, their dancing and their swaying. Her eyes felt heavy as the man stared down at her. His eyes glimmering with pleasure to see her in pain. Barely moving. At least though, Aello could still feel the dagger within her grasp. Its cool metal against her pale skin...

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde had not really been hopeful that his attack would work, since he really had no style at all... So he was a bit caught off guard when it actually worked. Not only that, it served as a good enough distraction that Aello was able to get her weapon back. But Clyde was once more having a bad feeling... Maybe it was time to cut there losses, and get out as quickly as possible... At least Clyde felt that way. And he was about to mention his thought to Aello, when he recalled he was still biting a guys leg. Spitting it out, he tried to move away, only to get a kick to the side of the head from the man. Luckily it was only glancing, but he still blacked out for several moments... When he came back, he looked up and started to move, when he saw the man who had kicked him was unconscious beside him. From the shards of glass still near his head, Clyde assumed he had been knocked out by a flying glass or mug. Lucky for him. But he was not out of it yet, he still had to make it to the door. And he really did not want to stay here when whoever came to sort it all out. He preferred to not be thrown into a dark pit for the rest of his life. Well if he was lucky. He was pretty sure many worse things could also result from it. Raising off the ground, but still staying low, he tried to find Aello. He had learned from the man beside him, when things are flying through the air, keep your head down! Half crawling, and half walking, he moved along, to come upon Aello, laying on the ground... Well he was pretty sure that was not good, he was counting on her to get him out of here! He had about as much fighting skill, as the Ebonstryfe had mercy and understanding... Seeing the man loom over her, Clyde decided to try things once more, and to tackle the man. Maybe then they could make a run for it... Getting up his nerve, Clyde made a loud yell, and then ran as fast as he could at the mans legs, hoping to take him down. But that did not work, he simply sidestepped, and brought his elbow down on the top of Clydes skull, knocking him down, and unconscious once more, this time right next to Aello at least. After a few seconds he stirred, with a splitting headache... He was getting tired of taking hits to the head... And this fight was totally unfair. Now as he looked up there was three of the guy looming. Apparently his two twin brothers had arrived to back him up. Or at least that is what his confused mind thought as his eyes tried to adjust on the shapes moving. Muttering out loud to Aello, not even sure if she could hear, Clyde spoke. "As fun as this is, maybe we should get out of here before some guards show up... I don't think they will be to picky when they get here to clean this up... Anyone here will be in trouble..." Clyde looked up once more, hoping to see a worried look on the face of the men above him, would his words be enough to get him to flee, allowing them to also? He doubted it. But then he was also trying to figure out were the third guy had gone, now only one of the twins was there. Though now they only had to deal with two men! oocJust to specify, there is still only one guy, Clyde is just seeing extra from the blow to the head. Hopefully soon there will only be one of them again!

[Aello]

"Really?" Aello groaned. "You petching moron couldn't have been knocked out before could you? That would just be too convenient, now wouldn't it?" she added, as she forced herself to sit up, and then scoot her body back with her feet, across the floor, as the man swung his leg at her. "Aww... getting clumsy now ain't ya?" Aello asked, as she pushed up against her feet, and eased herself into a standing position. She tightened her grip on the hilt of her dagger, as she forced herself to stare at her assailant. Just one well-placed hit should do it, and let us get out of here before the bad boys show up, Aello thought, as she side-stepped over Clyde, and then ran for the drunken man. When she had neared him, she began to drag her right hand out towards the right side of her body. The blade cutting across the air between them, a divider, before she pushed it forward, as though she were trying to punch him. As the man punched at her extended arm, presumably in an attempt to injure it, and force the girl to release her grip upon her weapon, Aello spun in the opposite direction of her arm. Bringing the dagger around in a wide crescent, until it met with the man's flesh. In the center of the arm he had not attempted to strike her with, just above the elbow. When the blade began to slice across the side of the man's bone, spilling fresh blood all over her hand, Aello extracted the knife, as the man hollered in pain, and made to strike her, by bringing both his arms inwards, to meet at the middle, and crush her slender form. At the last second, Aello ducked, her body sinking to the floor as she brought her dagger-wielding hand back, and thrust it into her opponent's right leg, just below the knee. Shedding a little more blood, and causing him to topple forwards. The man fell on top of Aello, as she tried to get away. The girl grunted. Well that worked out sooooo well, she thought, as she rolled her eyes, and planted the palms of her hands on the floor. When she exerted pressure upon them, and tugged herself forward, she realized that she could just begin to get away. From the man's weight, his blood which kept on drenching her, and causing her clothes to cling to her skin. Finally, Aello managed to get away, and from there, made a mad dash for her things. She quickly tugged them into their proper places, and called to Clyde. "Now would be a good time to make our escape!" As soon as the words had left her lips, Aello began to head back through the brunt of the brawl, toward the front door of the tavern. OOCFeel free to have something stop us on the way out... or make our escape pretty easy. I don't care either way.

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde slowly rose from his place on the ground, were he had been knocked. He shook his head a bit, trying to focus his vision, and noticed that there was once more only one of those guys. Were had his two identical brothers gone? He could see Aello as she fought, at a much more furious pace than he could understand. He tried to watch, but all he saw was a confusing tangle of blades and limbs moving through the air... The next thing Clyde knew, there was a flash of metal, and then a spurt of blood as Aello raked her weapon across her foe. Then a bit more movement, and the man was falling forward, the blade sticking out of his leg. Right on top of Aello. Clyde slowly rose the rest of the way, trying to stand up straight. His body was aching in places he did not even know he had! He experimented a bit, but it did not feel like anything was broken. Just that he was one big giant bruise. He would be stiff tomorrow when he got up... Clyde looked up to see Aello dashing away, not even having noticed her extricating herself from under the man. Clyde followed after, heading for the door, assuming that was the way she was headed. He heard Aello yell for them to go, but was already on his way to the door as she tugged on her gear. But Clyde was so sore, he only just arrived before she did by a second or two. Giving her a quick nod, Clyde stepped out of the open door, taking a quick look around. They both needed to put distance between themselves and this place, before trouble arrived. "So, should we split up now, or just leave together and break up later?" Clyde was not really sure what to do, just that they needed to leave. He pictured in his mind his warm bed were he slept, mind he might try to wash up a bit before sinking into it. He would follow Aello's lead, as he had a feeling she knew a bit more about such things than he did. Just as long as they got out of here... oocSo, I guess you can finish the thread if you want, or do another round of posts. However you want it to go. It was a pretty good thread, I look forward to another.