“After everything we’ve been through, you leave me standing at the door?” Ruarc joked with Jane. While he didn’t particularly feel any one way about Eryl at the moment, he didn’t feel like including her just yet. On the serious matter of the cultists about to bust into the room, Ruarc had already been digging for a rune that would fit Jane’s request.
“Lightning, got it. Just wait a couple beats before rushing,” Ruarc called over as he pulled out a rune; etched onto a hefty looking half circle of metal. Flinging the coin like a discus it came to rest in front of the door. In his other hand he held another half circular rune. A trick he picked up recently. Much like the principal behind his tracking runes, Ruarc could create a rune and then split it. When done properly it would create fascinating effects. This particular implement had one half that behaved as a standard rune would, while the other half acted as an activator. Before if he wanted to try something like this he would have needed to time the release, and simply hope that his timing lined up. With this new rune however, Ruarc could channel will into the rune in his hand safely from behind cover precisely when the door burst.
This particular flavor of rune: Lightning and Force
Ruarc didn’t yet have a handle on directing forces via runes, so this would create an electrified shockwave. Part would come back towards the trio a short ways, hence requesting that Jane wait a moment, while the cultists out on the other side of the door would be briefly stunned and knocked around. Hopefully that would give Jane the advantage as she sallied forth once more unto the breach, and himself as well as he fully intended to be right on her heel.
[Cairo] Swift and Sure
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Re: [Cairo] Swift and Sure
The stamping- and clacking?- of feet heralded the arrival of the first responders. The door was flung open without ceremony or hesitation. Three hell hounds- gwyllgi- charged in. It was the second hound that triggered the thunderwave trap. It spasmed and flew straight up. Or it would have if it didn’ hadn’t been mid-charge. Instead it sailed up and away from the door, slamming head fist into the central pillar. A crushed skull and broken neck weren’t immediately lethal, but might as well be.
The first hound had charged toward Ruarc and was tossed of its paws into the wall. Dazed but conscious, it snarled as it laid eyes on the Druid.
The third gwyllgi had been hot on the heels of its companions. The trap launched it up and back, crashing into the lintel over the door.
Jane swung around the far side of her pillar, guns raised.
BOOM BOOM
The gunfire was deafening in the enclosed space and reverberated within the stone walls. The third hound had just enough time to lift its head before a bullet evacuated it. The second shot screamed through the open doorway and spaced another skull, this one triclopsi.
Before anyone else could take a peek, Jane slammed against the wall the door was set into. She was confident no one but the dead man had seen her. Once again, she possessed the element of surprise. Assuming, of course, Ruarc didn’t need her help with the hound.
The first hound had charged toward Ruarc and was tossed of its paws into the wall. Dazed but conscious, it snarled as it laid eyes on the Druid.
The third gwyllgi had been hot on the heels of its companions. The trap launched it up and back, crashing into the lintel over the door.
Jane swung around the far side of her pillar, guns raised.
BOOM BOOM
The gunfire was deafening in the enclosed space and reverberated within the stone walls. The third hound had just enough time to lift its head before a bullet evacuated it. The second shot screamed through the open doorway and spaced another skull, this one triclopsi.
Before anyone else could take a peek, Jane slammed against the wall the door was set into. She was confident no one but the dead man had seen her. Once again, she possessed the element of surprise. Assuming, of course, Ruarc didn’t need her help with the hound.
Re: [Cairo] Swift and Sure
Door. Snarling. THWUMP.
The entangled rune activated without a hitch. Well, mostly. As two hounds crashed in various states of disarray inside of the room, Ruarc clicked his tongue at his own poor timing. Or maybe not poor timing? The neck of one hound was sickening, and the second was primed for a coup de grâce. He decided to award the point to serendipity as he rounded his own pillar and found a fortuitous place to look further in the next room; one with about as nice of cover as he could find from his angle. He began a chant on a spell, but it wasn’t for the hound. No, to finish the hound he took a note from Skarnir. Raising a foot high as he neared, the powerful Irishman brought the terribly uncomfortable, solid heel of his nice shoe down onto the dazed beast’s head; right as he finished his chant for Wind Step.
The force of his stomp and the immense underfoot pressure caused a sickening crunch as Ruarc took off on a gust of wind out of the room, past the defenders, and sliding into the cover he had eyed just before. Wheeling, the Druid took a quick stock of what he could see with a wider view, and shook free a bracelet he wore around his wrist.
“Heads on swivels, ye aw,” Ruarc hollered as he began to pour energy into the runic bracelet around his wrist. A faintly shimmering barrier formed around him. Between that, the ward Eryl had placed on him, and still having spritely feet, Ruarc felt confident he could soak a few seconds of attention to give Jane clear sights on the backs of a couple heads.
The entangled rune activated without a hitch. Well, mostly. As two hounds crashed in various states of disarray inside of the room, Ruarc clicked his tongue at his own poor timing. Or maybe not poor timing? The neck of one hound was sickening, and the second was primed for a coup de grâce. He decided to award the point to serendipity as he rounded his own pillar and found a fortuitous place to look further in the next room; one with about as nice of cover as he could find from his angle. He began a chant on a spell, but it wasn’t for the hound. No, to finish the hound he took a note from Skarnir. Raising a foot high as he neared, the powerful Irishman brought the terribly uncomfortable, solid heel of his nice shoe down onto the dazed beast’s head; right as he finished his chant for Wind Step.
The force of his stomp and the immense underfoot pressure caused a sickening crunch as Ruarc took off on a gust of wind out of the room, past the defenders, and sliding into the cover he had eyed just before. Wheeling, the Druid took a quick stock of what he could see with a wider view, and shook free a bracelet he wore around his wrist.
“Heads on swivels, ye aw,” Ruarc hollered as he began to pour energy into the runic bracelet around his wrist. A faintly shimmering barrier formed around him. Between that, the ward Eryl had placed on him, and still having spritely feet, Ruarc felt confident he could soak a few seconds of attention to give Jane clear sights on the backs of a couple heads.
Re: [Cairo] Swift and Sure
Enclosed firefights were the least favorite of Eryl’s range of situations. Sure, the gwyllgi would come first, but then the cultists would follow, and then it would turn into a shooting match. That sort of thing made it hard to prioritize her focus. Defending against larger targets, say, a cewri, was easier than matching barriers in many to many situations of attackers and defenders.
Yet, this was her element.
The first group done, Eryl began reshaping the barriers she placed on Jane and Ruarc. With a flick of her wrists, the fields rotated, turned and faced the direction of the door. On the whole, she kept the rest of her body still, and her eyes just barely open. She needed to be aware enough to follow the action, and know when to move, but otherwise every ounce of her focus was channeling her barriers.
Which is why Eryl remained exposed towards the center of the room. Besides being able to defend others, the triclops stood in the center of total defense. She could draw fire as well as misdirect it.
Another flick of her wrist on one hand, and Ruarc’s barrier became shaped, like the prow of a hull, to deflect any direct fire. She leaned into his barrier more to allow him to fully draw fire should it come in on him.
Yet, this was her element.
The first group done, Eryl began reshaping the barriers she placed on Jane and Ruarc. With a flick of her wrists, the fields rotated, turned and faced the direction of the door. On the whole, she kept the rest of her body still, and her eyes just barely open. She needed to be aware enough to follow the action, and know when to move, but otherwise every ounce of her focus was channeling her barriers.
Which is why Eryl remained exposed towards the center of the room. Besides being able to defend others, the triclops stood in the center of total defense. She could draw fire as well as misdirect it.
Another flick of her wrist on one hand, and Ruarc’s barrier became shaped, like the prow of a hull, to deflect any direct fire. She leaned into his barrier more to allow him to fully draw fire should it come in on him.