Orion had taken the mercenary's main weapon out of the fight, which was his intention. He hadn't planned to go toe-to-toe with such a large sword. The problem was, however, that he hadn't quite thought it through after that. His own weapon, the broad sword, wasn't exactly built for grappling combat either, outside of the hilt, of course.
"You petcher! This had nothing to do with you!" The mercenary growled at Orion, trying to shake off the vicious blow to his head. He'd just been (drunkenly) looking for a little fun, and this bastard in armor just had to ruin it all.
Orion answered with another punch from the basket hilt of his weapon. The mercenary, Royce, put his arms up to help slow down the squire's attack, but still found himself on the receiving end of a crushing shot. Groaning, he reached up and grabbed onto Orion's shoulders, flipping him over onto his side as he struggled to regain control of a bad situation gone worse.
If there was one thing which Orion hadn't spent time learning how to do, it was fighting without a blade. He'd been in his share of brawls and scuffles, but this was something different. A man who fought for a living knew tricks and techniques that Orion hadn't even heard of. Thankfully the man was dazed, or he'd have found himself in over his head faster than he could have imagined.
Royce gained control of Orion's wrist and slammed the squire's hand against the ground again and again until he finally released the blade from his grasp. Grinning, the burly man stared down at the squire in a demonstration of strength and power. Orion wiped the grin off his face as he delivered a right hook to the side of Royce's head. It didn't take a master of martial arts to know a metal gauntlet to the face wouldn't feel well at all. Cocking his arm back, the squire gave another sweeping swing of his right arm, balled fist on a collision course with the merc once more. Rolling from atop the squire, Royce wasn't about to take a third strike to the face.
Orion grabbed his dagger from his side as Royce began to move, unwilling to lose the initiative in their scuffle. He rolled with him, stealing the position of advantage, and as he did so he lifted the dagger high over head before driving it down at the mercenary. He wasn't a complete stranger to the weapon, though it had been some time since he practiced with it. Still, a simple downward stab wasn't a difficult attack, and thanks to being in control of the fight, he drove the short blade into the left shoulder of his foe, causing him to cry out in pain and writhe beneath the former doctor.
The other mercenary, Trevor, was plenty busy with the Konti. He was bearing down on her with both a bigger weapon and considerable skill; the poor woman wouldn't stand a chance in a straight up fight, and Orion was going to make sure she didn't have to worry about it. Scrambling from atop the wounded man, Orion retrieved his blade from the ground and set about his advancement on his next foe.
Trevor glanced over and saw his friend had been dispatched and decided to cut his losses.
"Not interested. Best of luck, Royce." He turned and made his way full speed down the corridor. Orion thought about giving chase, but he wasn't about to leave a civilian alone with a wounded, but capable, warrior.
"Please seek healing at the Soothing Waters if you've been injured. I've got some scum to escort to the Tank." Orion bowed his head to the Konti and pulled the merc to his feet. He quickly disarmed the man of any weapons he had on him and then forcibly removed his own dagger from where it rested in the man's shoulder.
"Never did understand why you types always caused problems here," he said, pushing the man along to meet his fate.
oocSerynia, if you return let me know. We can leverage this into another thread. I cut it short since you haven't been around in awhile, but I think we've got plenty to write with if you do come back. 
by Serynia on March 8th, 2014, 8:18 am 
