Post by Flame on Mar 8, 2018 23:59:00 GMT -5
The longarm-fishman frog zoan crashed into the battered roof with a loud thud. Syph descended upon her crashing into her enemy with a powerful pair of haki-coated feet sending Kelpsy through the tilted roof and into the room below. With a thud the pair of girls landed one atop the other upon the wooden floor of somebody's bedroom.
Glancing down at her bloodied enemy Syph smiled quietly loosening the grip on her sword as the black aura around her wilted away from her. Her smile turned to a grimace as a sudden headache scratched at her head. "God ..." she complained to no one in particular as she prodded the longarmed fishman below her with the tip of her blade. There was no reaction, "You out?" She asked the question though she knew the answer to it.
With a soft jump she descended from Kelpsy's body to stand next to her. Glancing over she tilted her head slightly as she noticed something imprinted on the woman's shoulder. Squatting down she looked upon it, it was something akin to a Jolly Roger she was certain. A smiley with a dark hood surrounded by a pentagonal structure. It was the same as the one she'd seen not once but twice before.
Standing back up she turned away, she still wanted to find her way to the top of that stairway. "I can't just leave you here can I." She sighed annoyed at the pain still radiating through her body. Walking back she stooped over grabbing Kelpsy by the collar and then lifting her over her shoulder Syph walked out of the room and made her heading once more.
The stairwell ended up not being very far from where she'd had her fight and for some reason no one had confronted her as she walked about with Kelpsy over her shoulder. Standing at the base of the stairway that rose into the sky she paused glancing at the longarm-fishman. "Are they ignoring me because of you?" There was no response, though that was to be expected.
Quietly she began to ascent the stairway climbing her way towards the top of the cavern.
Turning about Arlen found the frog knight standing atop the longarm spearman's fallen form. A million small red cuts covered the spearman as if he'd been stabbed a million times or more. Raising an eyebrow the quartermaster glanced at Gerolot as he stood shakily above his defeated enemy. Turning his head slowly he glanced at Arlen "Ah Sir Arlen, you were successful in defeating your enemy as well I presume?"
The quartermaster nodded quietly as he glanced at the frog's opponent before blinking twice. The alarm which he'd been tuning out he suddenly realized was no longer ringing. His eyes narrowed, that seemed concerning, or perhaps good, he defaulted to the former for safety. Walking over he bent down to grasp Gerold's once rider by the scruff of his neck. Shouldering his rifle first he lifted the man up stooping his limp body against a wall for a moment. "Where to now?" He asked his eyes peeled looking through the window for any sign of incoming enemies.
"I reckon we return to my trusty steed. That way Gerold the Great can bear the burden for you." Arlen paused thinking, he considered looking for Syph, but unlike her he couldn't track her so easily. Perhaps the frog was right, nodding to Gerolot he agreed to the frog's plan at least until a better idea came to him.