Eiyuu Kishi Den

Kierland flew down the hall away from Brest, never even glancing behind himself. He had no intention of being caught now.

As the chase lead further into the warehouse, Gandre lept from a doorway as Brest passed it, hoping to flank the man. However, as the lanky man emerged he saw two women, one the priestess from earlier, charging up the hall. Caught flatfooted, Gandre raised his stick and braced himself, staring down the women with a fierce, though slightly fearful, look in his eyes.

Brest continues to pound after Kierland, the man had no intention of being caught and Brest had no intention of letting him get away. Having chased the criminal all across Lodoss he was going back one way or another.

His armour clanks and rattles as his feet beat an even staccato and his eyes were focused squarely on his back. "Don't run criminal, you'll just end up caught and tired." He slides around a cornering that Kierland dodges around...

Kierland was wrestling with a hatch in the floor as Brest came around the corner. As he threw it open, the reek of a sewer wafted out. Kierland sneered at his persuer, hate and fear mingling in his eyes. "You won't have me, dog. I'm protected now." With that, Kierland dropped down the open hatch, landing with a wet thud on the stone walkway below.

Brest was not about to let this piece of filth escape him. Protected was he? Brest followed right after the man to the hole and left after him. He could not have gone far if anywhere. When he hits the walkway bending to one knee to cushion his own fall he looks at the man, "We shall see."

He launches himself after the man.

Kierland had been loitering only ten or so feet away from the hatch. He flinched as Brest landed, but he smirked confidently all the same. "You shouldn't have followed me, dog." he said mock-chidingly. "It's not just us down here." Kierlands' gaze suddenly focused behind Brest, and he swiftly backed up.

Brest draws his sword in a flash and half turns to see what is coming at him but keeping the slimeball half in his view just in case it was a trick.

Shuffling towards Brest in the dank shadows of the tunnel was a creature only vaguely manlike. Small, grey-green scales covered its body, tending to pale on the belly. Thick ridges ran down its back to a slender, but muscular tail. Its hands and feet were webbed, and tipped with savage looking claws. The head was the worst. What could only be gills pulsed at the sides of its neck, and huge pale eyes stared at Brest from a face that was that of a fish, but somehow suggested a man at the same time.

"Never seen its like, have you Dog?" Kierland gloated, though he kept backing off. "The Rayston family connections run pretty 'deep', if you take my meaning." Normally, only sailors get killed by these things. You should feel honored." Kierland suddenly gestured, snapping a word in a strange langauge. "Reeoth!"

As if on command, the thing focused wholly on Brest, opening as it came a mouth that could possibly accomidate the knights entire head. It front paws flexed in anticipation as it closed in.

Silvia, followed by Jenesis, caught up to Brest after a brief scouting of the nearby warehouses. "Holy Marfa!" she shouted at the sight of the lizardman. "Stay back priestess," she said to Jenesis, then dropped her whip and drew her sword.

Jenesis frowned as the mercenary used Marfa's name in vain, but there was no time for complaints. She watched as Silvia charged forward against some monster she had never seen before, nothing like she had ever heard of.

Silvia let loose a fierce battle cry, hoping to distract the creature before it hurt Brest, ready to strike with her sword...

Why could nothing just be easy? Everything had to be done the hard way, everything! Jenesis looked on in horror at the monster, biting her lower lips as the only thing she could do right now was stand back and watch. She buried her face in her hands, 'Oh Marfa give me courage,' she prayed before peaking through her fingers. Jenesis was tempted to run away again. 'No!' she told herself in thought, 'You aren't doing that twice! What kind of Priestess of Marfa would you be then!?'

Brest blinked in surprise, he expected a man or two at the gloating from the criminal. When Silvia drops down into the sewer to confront the monster, it galvanizes him into action and he steps up to attack the monster. His sword whips around in a gleaming arc...

He could not let a woman face the monster alone and if the dispatched it quickly, Silvia was most likely more fleet of foot than the man.

The thing was distracted by Silvias' shout, and as it turned towards her, Brests' stroke carved a bleeding trail through its rubbery shoulder. With a horrid gargling cry of pain and rage it whipped about again, swinging its sledge sized fist at Brest.

Kierland, seeing his trap turning into another battle, took to his heels again, fleeing down the tunnel.

OOC: Sorry, I didn't realize we were in a sewer. I've been so busy I wasn't keeping good track of the thread!

Silvia struck for the creature's back. Luckily, her cry had been enough of a distraction to spare her employer, but as she was swinging, she barely registered the reptilian beast throwing a punch at Brest.

OOC: It would be a big help if Jenesis could try to cast a spell at Kierland to subdue him.

Jenesis was starting to feel that courage she prayed for earlier kick in, as she began saying a prayer to drain Kierland's strength and weakened him in an attempt to be of some use to Silvia.

Brest grunts in satisfaction as the sword bites into the monster and then the fist comes swinging around. Brest hops back to try and dodge the incoming blow but misjudges the distance by just a hair and the fist clips him just enough to spin him around once.

His armour clanks as he hits the wall and steadies himself. That accomplished he takes up a guard and waits for an opening. If Silvia is attacking it, when it changes direction again, he will strike that opening.

The creature arched its back as Silvias' blade struck home, though its heavy spinal ridge turned some of the attacks' force. While the thing clearly felt pain, its reaction to it was fury as it turned on the woman, webbed hand grasping for her.

Kierland was fleeing down the tunnel when the prayer began to take hold. "What?" he gasped as his legs became leaden. "No! I can't... I won't be caught here!" He slumped to the floor. "I can't..."