Lying in wait|Malagard, Khelek

[adris]

Faren stood silent, his head bowed when Damien entered in a defeated look... looking ashamed as his 'master' drew near. He weaved his fingers together deliberately so that Jokull could see his actions and so not immediately start gutting him. He had a plan to make it so the ice leader's first move wasn't stabbing him. He ran his thumb over the symbol on his wrist slowly and smoothly, when the time is right he would freeze the tip of the dagger to his back... frostbite is bad, but something tells him that it is better then the alternative.

[Northen Light36]

Damien looks at the Ice leader and shakes his head sadly. "You always were a fool, Jokull, but to sink this low?" The Fire leader flings back the hood of his cloak, bringing his signs together in almost the same moment and creating a wall of fire around the group. "Are you really such a fool to think the Clears would win? Or to think I wouldn't kill you myself when I found out? Shadow and I may not see eye to eye, but at least he has honour and I respect that... Which if more then can be said for you!" Eyes blazing in the light of the fire, Damien hurls a spear of fire at Jokull, hoping that the element of surprise will let him get the first hit in.

[Kender Bard]

Jokull's eyes widen, and indeed he's quite surprised, but he didn't get to be Leader by not learning how to move when startled - and he has a handy shield. With one hand, he thrusts Faren in the direction of the fire-spear, hoping that the man would take the worst of the damage. Outside the wall of fire, the snipers are more hesitant to act, not sure if they should fire and risk hitting their Leader.

[adris]

Everything moved too fast for Faren, even though his instincts told him to just hit the ground, he couldn't move fast enough and the spear hit his shoulder, causing him searing pain. It hurt, but the damage wasn't fatal... just made it so his left arm didn't work. He kicked his legs to move far enough away from the ice leader so he couldn't pull anything like that again. He then touched the symbol on his wrist to his body and started a chant to create a large shield of ice he could use until his judgement was no longer clouded. It hurt like hell, and he no longer had use of a limb, he could even feel the pull of gravity on it, if that spear had dug any deeper he wouldn't even have an arm anymore. He decided to rip off part of his shrowd and put some pressure on the wound so it didn't feel tearing anymore.

[Northen Light36]

"Coward," growls Damien, already creating another spear of fire. "Why don't you try and improve my opinion of you just a little, Jokull, and make an attempt at fighting back? If you impress me enough, I'll just burn off your signs rather then kill you." The Fire Leader smiles in a manner as icy as their surroundings. "I must admit to being curious though, what did the Clears offer you? What was it that was worth the fate of the world to you?"

[Kender Bard]

"Isolation," Jokull spat. "From the likes of you and all you other barbarians." Turning his head just slightly, even as he was bringing his signs to form an iceshield, he called, "Shoot, fools!"

And so the hidden snipers did just that, firing off their arrows into the firewall and hoping the arrow's integrity would hold and that the strikes might hit Damien. But that revealed their position, and the men and women that Charanth had brought rushed forward and pounced on them with a bloodlust.

[aivea]

"Don't let them claim all the glory!" calls Lior to his followers.

Those who Lior had chosen join in the fray, the charge lead by the clan leader himself.

[adris]

Faren finally got the hanging limb attached so it could heal... although he knew he had to see a real doctor soon or it wouldn't work again. That was a real worry of his, but not one that he could focus on right now. He touched his ice symbol and created a dagger, for integrities purposes he wasn't able to bring his tonfa with him. He left the shield he created where it was, and during the chaos created by the flurry of arrows crawled from under it, keeping close to the snow lining the floors.

You took my arm you bastard how about I take your legs then? That'll show you that you opposed the wrong man.

He continued to crawl, praying he went unnoticed. He attempted to get close enough behind Jokull during the flurry of battle so that he could sever the tendon in his ankle with the dagger. Although, with one arm hanging limp crawling was a chore.

[Northen Light36]

Damien, unaware of Faren's actions since he's focused entirely on Jokull, brings all three of his signs together and chants. Not even the injuries caused by the ice arrows that got through the firewall cause him to faulter as he creates a fireball at least three times the size of his head.
"You'll have all the isolation you want when you're dead, Jokull," he growls, his voice barely audiable above the crackling of flames, and hurls the fireball at Jokull. To follow it, he creates another fire-spear and hurls that right after the fireball.

[Kender Bard]

Jokull threw himself to the ground, trying to avoid the worst of the fireball, though he did get terribly burnt and the spear struck true into his hip. Clenching his teeth in agony, he sputtered out a chant, touching signs, and started to whip up a fierce blizzard.

[Northen Light36]

Damien frowns, creating a shield of fire around himself and hurling a smaller fireball at where he thinks Jokull is since the blizzard makes visablity nearly non-existant.

[adris]

Faren has lived in an area of blizzard all his life, so he has adapted to seeing in such conditions. In his mind he 'paints' a picture of what the world looks like using the fragments he is able to catch... his creative mind is als a big part of this. He knows he is nearing Jokull, only a few more pulls of his body, even against the grinding of loose bone in his bad arm. He hoped to get close enough to the leader and rend the tendon with his knife. All that mattered now is that Jokull loses him much like Damien seems to, with his dangerous fire hurling.

[Kender Bard]

Jokull rolls a bit to avoid getting hit by one of the fireballs, feeling it safest to stay on the ground at the moment. His roll brings his legs close to Faren, though he can't see the man, nor would care if he could. Using the guide of where the fireshield is and the fireballs, Jokull tries to send up some sort of snow-flare, a sudden upward flurry around Damien, so that his archers would have a point to take them. Unbeknownst to him, most of his archers were either dead or captive.

[Northen Light36]

Damien scowls as the flare of snow manages to put out his shield and has to chant swiftly to recreate it. In the back of his mind, he's slightly worried. His injuries from his battle with Darkstorm still aren't quite healed and Damien's not sure he has the energy for a drawn out battle. "Faren! Leave!" he calls, noticing parts of the wall of fire around him, Jokull and Faren are starting to burn out. Chanting and determined to end this quickly, Damien perpares himself for a major attack. Around the fire leader, his shield of fire grows brighter and burns more fiercely with every word of the chant.

[adris]

Faren slached at the ankles of Jokull with his dagger (OOC: leaving the hit to you, although it sounds pretty good). He cackled a menacing cry as he took the blade across where he knew the crippling tendon would be. He makes sure the blade hit before screaming the following.

"Damien! Don't you dare start giving a damn about me now... I am just making your chances 100%. Teach this traitor what it means to cross Faren Vought!."

After his little rant he would try to rise to his feet and flee, knowing that the time he took to cripple Jokull would both anger the ice leader and cut down the chances of him successfully dodging whatever Damien had planned. Either way... he got what he came for, with Jokull's leg out, for one brief moment he would be bowing to Faren.