Protecting the Protectors (Attack Thread)

[Ise]

(Tags: D’ero, Jarshan, Korven, Holdless)

Posting Order: Established as posts come

1. D’ero
2. Jarshan
3. Korven
4. Holdless

D’ero was on the wrong side of the Weyr when the call for Illume Wing to meet at the entrance of the Weyr went out. He muttered a soft curse and started to run through the halls of the Weyr as he tried to find some way to his wing. Left, left, quick right, straight… he came to a skidding halt and back tracked as quickly and quietly as he could before peering around a corner. A small group of Holdless stood in the hallway, arguing with each other loud enough that they hadn’t heard his approach. He spied on them for a few moments before turning around. There had only been four of them but they were wearing more then riding leathers. They also had weapons, none of them looked like high quality swords but all D’ero had on him was his knife.

Horuth, let A’lez know that I don’t think I’ll be joining up with the rest of the wing any time soon.
He could feel the concern radiating off his dragon but his brown said nothing and relayed his words to A’lez.
You’re in a safe place?
Of course. I’m with the other dragons. What are you going to do though?[/color]
A slight frown settled onto D’ero’s face as he walked as quietly as someone his size could. He listened closely before turning any corners, trying to hear for any Holdless before he risked exposing himself. His knife was out and held with a firm grip in his right hand as he took a quick look around a corner before slipping down the hallway. He had to try and find others, if he stayed in one place the Holdless would find him sooner or later. The brown rider just had to hope he could find others to team up with before he was found. If his luck wasn’t that good… well he wasn’t going down without a fight.

[Marnark]

The long expected attack had come, and started off with a bang. But maybe not quite the bang that the Holdless had wanted. They were fools to think that Riders were going to be easy to take down. Not the experienced ones, anyway. Most Riders were trained to do more than just look pretty and ride a behemoth flying beast, after all. Even more interestingly, some of the Holdless didn't seem to all be on the same page.

Interesting, interesting.

But she still wasn't going to under estimate them. Nope, she'd encountered them too often to do anything so foolish as that. Jarshan had already offed three different small parties on her own as she traveled through the halls. What they were up to in these caverns she wasn't at all sure. But it certainly was ominous ... especially since she couldn't point out a reason why they were in here. Why? Why? The question bugged her. Why? What was the motive? Whatever it was, she wasn't going to let them. She would have interrogated one, but she didn't have time for that. It was faster and easier to just sprint the halls and lay them out like fish on a sales board.

Slinking along silent as death at sometimes a walk, and sometimes a run, Jarshan was moving. Stalking was what she did best. Well ... okay, she had a lot of skills she was really good at. But in any event, seeing someone go dashing across her field of view across side halls when she was stalking an arguing group of Holdless was not something she liked.

But when she realized who it was, she really didn't like it.

Shards and shells, what in Faranth's name was the dimglow doing down here anyway? Baring her teeth in a silent snarl, Jarshan leapt into motion, advancing far faster than she'd initially planned, lowering her bow from its previous ready-to-fire stance. Slinging it across her back, she pulled out a pair of her long fighting dirks. Charging into the small group of holdless, she surprised them all with a soundless attack that had two of them down and gurgling in their juiced before the others even realized she was there.

Whirling death, Jarshan leaped from one person to the next, cutting, slashing and stabbing as she went. Soon they were all down, and she stabbed one that was still breathing in the chest to kill him faster. Without a word, she turned and took off at a dead run, chasing after D'ero.

Idiot, idiot, idiot.

Catching up to him, she kicked him in the calf. "You're dead." She hissed, before slamming a shoulder into his side to force him into the wall. "Let me lead." Jarshan ordered, leaving him no room to argue with her. Lifting one of her blood-soaked blades, she shoved the handle at him. "Take it." Again, she left him no room for argument.

Faranth, but she'd never known she'd see the day that she would hand her blades off to someone else. Idiot! Pulling another blade free from yet another sheathe, she moved off forward, soft soled boots moving soundlessly across the stone as she cleared another cross-tunnel. "Where were you going?" She asked.

So much for clearing the tunnels; she had to get him to safety.

[Yuu Kanduet]

Korven pressed himself more firmly into the niche he had found in order to better watch the events unfold. He had placed holdless in two locations on either side of the cavern in order to trap anyone who came in. They would kill the first group so that the second could slip in behind the Weyr residents and hopefully take them by surprise. The plan wasn't the best, but the smooth caverns of the Weyr were hardly ideal for strategic ambushes. Korven would just have to make do with what he had.

Signaling for the remaining group to attack from behind, Korven used the noise and movement that his little attack party caused to shimmy up the walls of the caverns and hold himself up over the heads of those fighting. The whole purpose of his raiding party was to be weak and get pushed back enough until the strongest of the riders/ fighters of the resisting party was underneath him. Korven had told none of this to his subordinates of course. They might not have complied if he had told them their whole purpose in the attack was to die for him.

With a bit of sadness, Korven looked at the two members of the Weyr that he planned to kill. It would have been nice to sleep with one of them. The girl was a little confrontive for tastes, but he didn't mind much. It was a real shame the good looking ones were always the bad guys.