magickal rp

Harc cocks his eyebrow slightly and takes a roll of cash from his pocket, tossing it casually to the clerk. "Thank you..." He says and smirks, turning around instantly, ready to leave.

Fenrir glances to Harc. "Come here a min would you boy?"

Harc stops short, grinding his teeth in utter annoyance. "No thanks, really..." He casually says and goes on his way to the exit determined not to get involved in whatever nonsense these dipwits are mixed up in.

"Nice and polite don't get you anywhere when fighting the enemy."

Tremor spots a animal all alone just wondering in...... His woods.... By his crawl space he quickly chases after the creature memories slowly filling his mind from years ago, Tremor feels a high rush of adrenaline, it's been so long since he killed something he was going to make sure he capture this one and admire it, he has no mouth but that doesn't stop the fact that he has the high need for the Crimson liquid he can smell the blood already, Oh he can even smell and see the decaying animal hanging by his chains on his wrists, following the animal he finds himself lost.... He..... He isn't in the woods anymore there's lights, people, dozens of them tall sculptures made of metal and brick he tries to shake off the fear of this place and continues chasing, eventually following it to a building being undetected by anyone was shocking to him he merly tries to corner the animal but he scours along in a room and he sprints trying to get to him but can't so he sits outside and waits for the thing to make a fatal move, This thing isn't leaving his sight nor his mind he is going to kill it and have a damn good bloody time doing, fantasies are flooding his mind he's growing impatient but gathers his cool and waits.

"Of course it does, throws your advesary off guard if they are less honorable. That or let your blades do the talking honor or no." Rhasha says with a grin.

"Sometimes you need more than just a blade. Sometimes you need an army, others you need a small group."

"My visible blades are only for things a smaller things are ineffective against"

"Oh, are you some kind of assassin then?" Beyale's expression turns curious.

"More like an efficient freelancer in the damage trade"

"I see. Well, I should be less... Hostile. I believe that I can help you out if you need it."

"Didn't seem hostile to me, I have morals and would need to be provided a good reason to kill a sentient. So definitly not an assassin." Rhasha shrugs "Chipped one of my blades awhile back on a beserk stone giant, but it didn't destroy the town it was after."

"D'you know what you need? More effective weapons. I have a buddy who travels round and makes weaponry. Blades, firearms, the like. One of my troops got his hands on a cannon once, that was amusing."

"Guns are too slow. My blades were forged by master craftsmen from the East. He would be upset that I chipped it, even though its not major."

"Speed of the weapons is down to the wielder. I prefer having a firearm and a blade for emergencies."

Rhasha shakes her head "A bullet travels too slow for me to use guns."

"Not these ones." Beyale draws her pistol, holding the barrel with the handle out to Rhasha. It resembles a flintlock, though with runes engraved in the barrel and grip.

Rhasha raises an eyebrow "We would need a range and a freezeframe camera to test that."

"What would the challenge be?"

"You could always try to shoot me."

"In what though? I'm sure you can draw your blade fast, but there are always places a blade will win. Why else would I carry one?"

((i think my edit came through after you read.))"you could try to shoot me, nonlethal location I heal faster than a human."

"Effectively one of the old fashioned pistol duels?" Beyale grins.

"Yes, but I just try to dodge it and get no gun." Rhasha grins.

"Where and when? I like a challenge."