{Flashback} Lost in Chaos (Closed)

[Aren]

"Good to meet you, Krieg," Aren replied, with a stifled laugh at the man's bow, as he followed his much smaller guide. At Krieg's suggestion that he act like a brute, the akalak almost took umbrage, but realized that if he was going to have a guide, it wouldn't do to simply ignore the man's advice. The "educated" brawler might have had a point, after all. Before Aren had gone into the Pig's Foot tavern, several people had attempted to mug him when he had tried to stop them to ask for directions. Perhaps they had assumed that someone who was polite enough to ask for directions, instead of demand them, was not capable of handling himself in a fight. Sunberth certainly struck the akalak as that kind of place. "I will do as you suggest..." the blue skinned giant offered, perfectly capable of playing the thug along with the best of them. "So, where to first?" he asked, eager to get his map and be on his way.

[Kreig Messer]

"The Market by the docks my friend, there you will find most everything needed" He said as they began to walk the streets of Sunberth " As I told you earlier some of their wares may be of shady value but most of the common items can be easily found there, and its 'safer' then going to the other two establishments I talked about" He said, almost bumping into some careless Drykas "FOOL" he shouted at the drykas before he gestured discontent and anger in his hands. One of the things he first learned of the the Drykas' native tongue were the swear words, they were always such fun. His knowledge of it was very basic but it got the point across as he continued to walk towards the Docks,

"Anyway, the other two dealers aren't exactly located in safe places. And while 'safe' isn't exactly a place to be found, the Market is one of the closests things to it" He said as he stated the obvious facts about Sunberth, Stopping frequently to make sure none of the bar patrons or anyone else did not follow " Since it is Fairly obvious that you do not plan on staying once you get what you want, I suggest you try not to anger any one. The gangs around here are one thing but its the citizens you should worry about in your brief stay, do not act like you run the place because the people hate 'control' , and from our very short time together I doubt thats a problem. Try and not kill anyone because their friends might come and get you, pretty obvious. There is also another important rule deeply tied into the towns past but ...." He shook his head as he continued walking " Well, the towns hate anything to do with ....." He looked around again then whispered quietly " Magic.... Best not even mention the word" Again he looked to see if anyone heard

[Aren]

Aren followed Krieg in silence, listening to his description of the area they were heading for, and it's merchants. When the young man bumped into another person as they walked, however, his reaction seemed overly, and immediately offensive. The akalak realized that this was probably the way it was around here. If he hadn't done that, he might have been seen as weak, which could have prompted a whole slew of problems, as Aren was well aware of. Krieg's description of Sunberth's current... political climate was illuminating, to say the least, but it only really became interesting when the brawler mentioned magic. The caution and tone that Aren's guide used to refer to the subject certainly warranted special attention. It seemed to be taboo to even talk about it, which wasn't good, seeing as the akalak was himself a practitioner of magic. "...I'll make a note of it," Aren commented, with a slight hint trepidation. He was no proper mage, and he wasn't very likely to use magic in most situations, but it was good to know that he had even more reason not to do so in this place.

[Kreig Messer]

" Good" He said with a chipper smile, after a small amount of time they had reached the market by the docks, the market was predictably crowded with people of all sorts from all walks of life "Here we are, friend. The market where all rare and valuable will most likely be a forgery, and everything else you may need for daily life" Said the educated brawler as he placed his hands in his pockets and moved around "Needless to say, this may as well be the place to find whatever it is you need." He then looked around again to find the least crowded stalls but to no avail but to no avail "I suppose they got some good stuff today" He muttered quietly

[Aren]

"This looks like as good a place as an-" Aren was about to comment that the markets Krieg had led him to seemed promising, when a vaguely familiar voice interrupted him. "T-there he is!" The voice cried out, with a distinct ring of undeserved bravado. Turning to see the proprietor of this nasal sound that accosted his ears, the akalak spotted one of the individuals who had attempted to deprive him of his money, earlier today. As Aren recognized the man, he realized the reason for his bravery, "I see you've brought friends this time. Smart move." There were three more unsavory looking characters with the thug, this time around, and they all looked intent on making a second pass at Aren's purse (and quite possibly his life). "I heard you went to town on one of mah boys," One of the three new thugs spoke up, apparently the leader of this motley crew of brigands. His voice was much more confident, which likely indicated that he was that much more dangerous, "I'm afraid that, no matter how much the stupid little shit may have deserved it, I can't let the matter go unanswered. If I do, I'm seen as weak, and that's not something you want to be here. I'm sure you understand." Once the crowd about the market got whiff that a fight was imminent, they promptly cleared the streets for the combatants. Not just so that there was room for the drama to play out, but so that they wouldn't get involved in the melee likely to ensue. Betting also seemed to be occurring quite readily amongst the bystanders, and the fight appeared to be received more like a sporting event than a civil disturbance. Aren's hand slowly reached for the strap which held his scythe in place, "Back away from me, Krieg, you don't need to be involved in this," he warned his tour guide. Pulling on the strap, releasing the weapon at his back, the akalak's other hand caught the snaith of the sycthe as it fell, "I hear there's not much law in Sunberth... which means nobody's is going to give a damn if I separate your neck from you head, right here," Aren was still playing the brute, as Krieg had advised him. He had no desire to fight, especially so outnumbered, but he realized that revealing this fact was tantamount to suicide.

[Kreig Messer]

"Oh , and miss out on all the fun?" Kreig chuckled as he moved his neck around, giving out audible popping sounds, looking at each of the thugs as if it were a fine opportunity " If these gents wish to be roughed up then its my duty to comply with their wishes " He said with wide grin as he stood a distance near the Akalak but away from his scythe's range "So a question to you dear gents, who wishes to get their behinds handed it to them" He said as he fisted his gauntlets togeth, giving off an audible metallic sound.

"Stay out of this you petcher" Said one of the disgusting looking thugs "Our beef ain't with you" He apparently ignored everything Kreig said. Kreig , however, just shook his head, the grin still plastering his face " So I suggest you petch off to some hole"

Kreig again just gave an unnerving smile , he could already feel the euphoria he will get from punching that fools face in "So, which ones you want?" He asked the Akalak while still looking at their quary.

[Aren]

Aren didn't wish to see Krieg involved in his problems, but he certainly appreciated the brawler's insistence that he not be excluded. They were still outnumbered, however, and he couldn't really fight at his best surrounded by bystanders. The fact that his magic was also off limits was simply just another handicap in this annoying situation. "I'll take the ugly ones..." Aren commented, only to realize moments later that none of them were particularly fetching. "I'll take the three on the right." The akalak was not entirely certain of Krieg's combat prowess, and so he couldn't risk the young man being overwhelmed by multiple opponents. On the other hand, Aren knew that his scythe's range would allow him to, at least, hold off three men for a little while. Hopefully, his partner in this fight could deal with his man, and then come to reinforce him. By then, the blue skinned giant thought he should have at least incapacitated one of his three opponents, evening the odds. Unfortunately, sometimes even the best laid plans simply did not survive contact with the enemy. "You three take care of the kid... I'll handle the akalak," the leader of the thugs, it seemed, was not without prudence as he issued his orders. The man knew that he could probably hold off his opponent long enough to give his men time to deal with Krieg. Aren, recognizing the tactic, as it had been his own, did not like where the situation was going. Of course, this way also presented him with the possibility of cutting the head off the snake, here and now. It wasn't going to be that easy, though. This guy wasn't going fight him fair and square, he was going to distract him. That's what Aren had intended to do, and so he could predict the strategy this thug would employ against him. As their opponents separated, seeking to engage their respective targets, Aren and Krieg were pretty much already doing the same. At this point the akalak had only a few choices, chief amongst them being a hasty retreat. Unfortunately, his guide looked like he wanted the fight, and he might not have been inclined to flee. The other choice was surprising his foe with a little reimancy, but Aren knew, from what Krieg had told him, that this was a succinctly bad idea. Bringing his scythe to the fore with a sudden twist of his arm, the akalak scoped out his surroundings to make sure that there weren't any unintended victims within it's range. "I really hope you can handle yourself..." he muttered to Krieg, before they were too far away from each other for effective conversation.

[Kreig Messer]

“Don’t worry…” Kreig said with a grin as they stepped away from earshot of each other, preparing to take care of their prospective opponents. He against a team of three, and the Akalak facing their leader “I must say, you gents know how to throw a good punch I hope?” He said with his fist raised, the sun causing a shine to emit from the gauntlets he wore.
“No, but we know to do a good stabbing” Retorted one of them as they unsheathed their respective weapons, short swords mainly, with only one grasping a dagger “So where do want it? In your gut or up you bum?” They then gave mischievous grins of their own, which only causes Kreig’s grin to go wider.

“Well then come at me gents, No point in delaying this any longer” Kreig said as one of the thugs motioned for the one to the dagger to charge at Kreig. Kreig turned his body to the side to avoid getting stab right in the gut, and stuck his left leg out slight to cause the bastard to slip and cause the idiot to fall into the ground. No such luck however as the guy managed to regain his footing before the desired fall could occur, turning to face Kreig with the dagger tightly grasped in his hand.

“You’ll pay for trying that, Petcher” The thug said as he then gave very suspicious glances at another direction. Kreig, using his great powers of deduction, deduced that one of them was obviously sneaking up behind him as he quickly turned around to see that his assailant had his blade raised high and ready to bring it down, only to find himself receiving a powerful punch to the stomach from Kreig’s Gauntlet covered right fist . The blow caused him to drop his sword as it gave an audible clanking sound once it hit the ground. The thug grasped his abdomen tightly as he fell on his knees and Kreig gave a small triumphant smile as attempted to grab the thug by the head only for a swift downward sword swing intercepted his hand’s path ‘It’s the third of them….’ He quickly thought as jumped back slightly, away from the two thugs. The thug he punched in the stomach quickly regained himself as picked up his sword and raised it, its tip pointing at Kreig.

“You guys got metal, I’ll give you that” Kreig’s grin grew wide now ‘I am loving their boss right now, he’s given me the fun part while he and the blue gent are duking it out’ He thought ‘Too bad the blue guy only gets to fight one bloke, but I suppose luck just wasn’t on his side’ Quickly the thug, the one who stopped Krieg from killing his mate, swung his sword downwards at Kreig. Kreig jumped back again and found himself repeating that action once more as the thug swung his blade horizontally ‘That was close, else I might’ve ended up bleeding to death’ The thug didn’t stop there though, as he prepared another downward swing. Quickly Kreig attempted to jump back again but couldn’t evade the swing fully as the blades tip cut into his chest, causing a visible ,while not too deep, gash on the center his chest . Looking at his chest, Kreig could see the blood seep out of the wound ‘The gent cut me….’ He grinned’ He bloody cut me….’ It only grew wider ‘I LOVE IT’.

“Alright you petcher, time to meet Dira in the afterlife…” He said as he prepared to swing the blade to the to the right , only for the blade to suddenly stop mid-swing as Kreig grasped the base of the blade, the dullest part, with his left hand tightly, blood beginning to sweep down from it as it wasn’t completely dull. The Thug looked at Kreig; His shocked eye’s meeting with Kreig’s bloodthirsty ones. Kreig lifted his right hand and curled it into a fist and punched the thug squarely in the face. The thug let go of his blade as he grasped his face, the pain from the metal-clad fist breaking his nose and possibly loosening his teeth. Kreig let the blade drop to the ground as he quickly approached the thug, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt as he quickly lowered his arms to see what was going on only to receive a headbutt from Kreig. Kreig followed it up with another headbutt as he let go of the thug, as he fell to the side in pain and disoriented, his mates looking on in shock, still stunned by the fact Kreig actually grabbed their friend’s blade with the palm of his hand in order to strike him. Kreig just stood there, smiling and tilting his head, just waiting for the other two to attack.

[Aren]

Even with Krieg's assurances, Aren couldn't help but worry, anyway. If he got killed too quickly, he'd find himself surrounded soon afterward. Plus, he'd feel bad, and all that. The educated brawler seemed rather confident, however, allowing the akalak to concentrate on his own opponent without much reservation. The leader of the thugs was a large, brutish looking fellow, who nonetheless possessed at least some sense of strategy. Both men eyed each other carefully, attempting to size up the other's fighting abilities. Aren, in this case, had a slight advantage, or so he thought, because he knew his opponent's plan before the battle had even begun. As the akalak prepared to close the distance between them as quickly as he was able, his foe seemed to be a step ahead of him, once again. Charging at his opponent like a mad dog, the leader of the thugs unsheathed the large, one handed sword at his side, on the run. Perhaps he had been mistaken, Aren thought, in attributing too much intelligence to this common hooligan. Or perhaps, he wondered, the man simply thought himself the akalak's equal in battle. Aren was certainly willing to test that assumption. His warrior blood boiled inside him as his enemy drew closer, and the blue skinned giant readied himself with a smile. The brute, for his part, looked like he was about to enjoy this fight as much as anybody, and he swiftly brought his sword to bear against his larger foe. As the two neared killing distance, the thug kept his blade horizontal to his body, with the intent of using the momentum to cut his opponent in half, if given the chance. Using his superior reach, however, Aren jutted the snaith (the staff part) of his scythe straight into the gut of the oncoming aggressor. To the brute's credit, the akalak had to put a good deal of force into the attack, as the man almost seemed intent on ignoring the steel rod in his stomach. Upon realizing that he simply was not stronger than Aren, the man adeptly spun his way out of his predicament, renewing his attack almost immediately. The akalak swiftly blocked a few strikes of the blade with his snaith, but he knew that he couldn't simply remain on the defensive. Blocking one of his opponents slashes by slamming his scythe into the ground and using it as a static shield, Aren took the opportunity to give himself some space by using it as a pivot for a devastating kick to his opponent's midsection. It was not a very technical strike, but it was certainly a strong one. Staggering back from the blow, the brute had to admit that he couldn't simply shrug off this hit too, and he was eager for a momentary lull in the battle. Aren gladly gave him that moment, so that he could check on Krieg's situation, while he had the chance. The brawler seemed to be doing alright, but the akalak thought he could make out some blood coming from his person. Returning his attention to his actual opponent, Aren knew he needed to finish this fight as quickly as possible.

[Kreig Messer]

‘This fun’ Kreig thought as he looked around, a battle-crazed grin on his face as he waited for his remaining opponents to attack, the third of the bunch still lying on the floor in a daze with a broken nose and possibly a few broken teeth as well. One of the thugs, the one with the dagger, approached his friend in close earshot of the other and quietly said “Oy, Glaver, what should we do about this nutter” He said nervously “This petcher’s got a smile on his face, despite a small gash on his chest and cutting the palm of his hand after grabbing Knoriss’ shorty “

Glaver, one of the two armed with short swords and the only one of them standing nodded “ Well, for one thing he’s just standing there like he’s waiting for us to get closer, second he obviously seems to be one of those nutters that get some rush in fighting which could explain his lack of care of his current physical predicament” He said as he kept his eyes on Kreig “ Listen ,if we keep talking any longer he’s gonna come right at us, so here’s what we do: Distract him long enough for him to lose that rush in his body, if we do that he should be feelin’ the pain from the wounds Knoriss gave ‘im “ He said gripping his sword and keeping his cool ‘ We’ll show this nutter who’s the boss’ He thought then said on last thing to his dagger wielding friend before they try and surround the fool ‘And keep your distance, less you wanna join Knoriss an’ have matching noses”

‘They’re MOVING!’ Kreig thought with glee ‘ Oh joy, what fun hall we have in trying to kill each other’ He said, as they moved away from each other and closer to Kreig ‘Come on, get closer gents. Let me have fun” He thought, as he stood there, his fists tightened and ready to rumble , as the one with the dagger got closer, Kreig’s smile was at its widest. As soon as he was in punching range however, the bastard stopped and went around ‘Oh? Too afraid? HOW BORING BORING BORING’ the last part rang in his little mind, it disappointed Kreig but it made the fight longer so it wasn’t really much to complain about. Then the short sword wielding thug came close, only to do the exact same thing and they continued this way until Kreig was irritated enough to get closer himself and it quickly turned into an irritating game of tag.

“Oh, looks like your stupidity got the better of you, petcher” The short sword wielding one said, as Kreig suddenly stopped in pain “That rush you were feeling mus’ve went up and gone now, and looks like that gash on your chest got just a little bit bigger” He said with a smug look as Kreig placed his arm on his chest, the pain sharp and felt almost suffocating. The short sword wielding thug moved closer to Kreig, with Kreig now on his right knee and hissed from the pain, its safe to say he did not enjoy it “Well petcher, I suppose this is goodbye, safe journeys in the afterlife and all that gibberish” He said as he prepare to stab his sword into, hoping to be rid of this nutter. As he stabbed it into Kreig he was shocked as it wasn’t where he intended to stab Kreig, but it was through Kreig’s right hand as he tilted it away from his body.

“Sorry…But….I am, in rush to die….just… yet” He said slowly getting up, the blade still embedded in his hand and piercing through his gauntlet, the pain apparent on Kreig’s smiling face. The horrified expression on the thug’s face, priceless ‘ Two down’ Thought Krieg as he punched the thug in the stomach, causing the bloke to lean forward and grasp his stomach as the wind was taken out of him, Kreig didn’t stop there, that wouldn’t have been enough. He grabbed the thug by his hair with his left and slammed his head into Kreig’s knee twice, letting the thug fall unconscious.

“What the hell is with you and grabbing sharp weapons with your hand?” Shouted the last thug, Kreig was impressed that he didn’t run, although it was fairly obvious even in Kreig’s painful situation that the dagger thug’s legs were shaking “I mean petchin’ oblivion mate, after all this I highly doubt you'll be using ‘em, why I bet you won’t be able to satisfy yourself” At this Kreig raised his eyebrow

“What…In the world…are you talking about?” He said, and then turned his attention to the short sword still embedded in his right hand. Grabbing the sword’s hilt, he began to slowly pull it out, hissing in pain as he did so. The thug had a look of disgust on his face and grabbed his own hand, sweat dripping down his head “I’m satisfying myself just fine.

“Not what I meant you bloody git, but whatever, probably ain’t working right anyhow” He said, Kreig found himself wanting to punch the gu out of anger, even though he didn’t understand what he meant. As he slowly got closer, wincing in pain each time , the thug had this to say “ Oh forget this, I’m out of this blood place” He darted, running away like a madman, away from the wounded Kreig who, if the thug had more courage, could have most likely lost to the thug.