[IC] Fight alongside the character above you

Roswell had listened to Ennette, as he was familiar with the frustration she felt. Of not being listened to. Unlike the guards, Roswell had scooped around himself. For a bit. Testing the windows hedges, finding dagger-marks on their frames. Mud tracks around the castle indicated someone had been spying. Ennete had been right. Someone was trying to infiltrate the castle.
Roswell huddled deep in his cloak as his sole eye checked the hallways for a second time that evening. He kept his breathing low and occasionally held it to reduce his noise. Roswell's boots made no sound as he sneaked from shadow to shadow. Familiarizing himself with their comfort.
The thief looked up. Something in the air had shifted. He could feel heat. Fire.
As silently as a krō, Roswell stalked closer, pressed his shoulder against a wall and used the blade of his dagger to peak around the corner. He grimaced. Fireballs, a hooded figure. Shit. Ennette was there as well. Roswell pressed his lips together.
Surely Ennette had this under control right?
Wrong.
A fireball had nearly hit her, when the thief animated again.
Roswell was an odd fellow. A rule breaker with no honor. A coward. But there was one principle he followed to the bitter end.
'A life for a life.'
He'd remembered how En had confronted him about his stealing, but instead of sending him to the gallows he'd spared him. They'd talked. He'd listened. A life for a life, and now Roswell saw a chance to repay. He clenched his hand around his kram-handle and again held his breath. Roswell stepped lightly and near the walls, where the wood was still stiff and unpathed by many uses as the middle of the hallway. He'd heard Ennette's cry, used it to mask the rustling of his cloak, lifted up his dagger and struck. Swiftly. Right between the shoulderblades. Roswell bounced back lifting up his dagger and snorted.
"Of caurse I 'ave," he replied to Ennette. Taunting the figure to attack him instead. Who unsheathed his dagger as a reply.
Their blades met each other. Bellowing when the metal connected. Roswell had trouble keeping up with the attacks. They were fast. Aiming for his heart. They cut him on the cheek. Blood pooled on his chin and just when Roswell felt his fingers failing, music filled the air. Music. It was like magic, but he could feel the energy seep back into his fingers. He heard the lyre. It connected to something, something that he'd always loved but never appreciated. Music. Roswell loved music.
With this strange new sensation, Roswell fought back. Managed to not only deflect but yank as well. The rhythm in the fight changed and Roswell managed to win.

The old thief rubbed the sweat and blood from his chin as he watched the guards. He waved one off that tried to manage his wound and told them they should look after Ennette instead. Without her he would have been much worse.
"Oi think he manages," he told her. Giving Ennette a toothy grin. "Oi think he would actually be proud of yer," he said. Masking his own prideful feeling.
"Aye don't worry about it, it was nothin'" he lied. as sweat still beaded in his forehead and his hands softly shook. He cleaned his kram on the edge of his dagger. Paused.
"Der are many liars in dis kingdom," he told her. As he still rubbed his kram clean. "But yer not one of dem." Roswell looked at her from the corner of his eye and frowned. His hand easing around the edges of his cloak, as she called him good. For the first time since a long time, the old crook lost his tongue. He sniffed. "Thanks," he finally managed to say. "Yer not 'alf as bad yerself."

When Eclipse heard the sound of a fight in the middle of the night, he went out to investigate, what he wasn't expecting was to see Ennette fighting off what looked to be three robed figures, assassins by the looks of it. Quickly he ran out to help her, casting invisibility on himself so they wouldn't see him coming. He rounded the corner to where the fight was happening just in time to see one of the men about to throw a dagger, only for Eclipse to stop him from doing so only to further confused the man as he was being grabbed by an invisible hand. "No, you're not doing that." Eclipse said dropping his invisibility, appearing right next to the man and startling the other two. The man swung with a second knife, slashing Eclipse across his chest with the blade. The onyx Tiefling pulled the mans hood back in response and gently put his hand over the front of the mans throat. "Why don't you take a seat friend?" He said as his hand swirled with a inky black shadows with faint glimmers of gold in it. As he pulled his hand away, the man's throat was a sickly grey with black marks running up it; the man falling to the ground gasping for air as he did so. 

Seemingly not bothered by this Eclipse stood next to Ennette, the wound on his chest completely healed with no sign that it ever was there in the first place. "Are you alright?" He asked, eyes not leaving the two assassins who were wondering what he had done to their friend. He listened as she asked what he did to the man. "Oh that, Vampiric Touch, rather handy spell to have in these situations." He said with a slight grin. He heard the sound of magic next to him and saw how Ennette had now summoned a weapon. "So I take it you want one alive for questioning?" He said getting ready as the two assassins stood up to face the pair of them, he heard a yes from Ennette. "Very well, keep yours alive, I'll deal with the other one." 

The fight went on for a while, both parties wearing each other down, Eclipse noticed that Ennette was summoning various weapons to help her fight, they broke easily, but it was better than being defenceless. Eclipse was mainly using his spell casting abilities, inflicting various wounds to his own opponent. He heard a loud thud next to him and saw that his companion had successfully knocked out her opponent, he pushed his own opponent back several feet. "Well this has been fun, I am thankful for your help in drawing the attention of all the guards in a easily 100ft radius, but I can't have you running around freely and we already have your friend for information." He said as lifted his hand up, his eyes and tattoos glowing a bright gold as they did so. The assassin stumbled forwards, badly injured but ready for another fight. 

Eclipse only spoke one word. "Perish." Within seconds the man stopped and collapsed to the floor, completely lifeless. next to the one who Eclipse had used his vampiric touch on, who had also lost their life during the fight. 

Giving a sigh, Eclipse turned to his companion, his serious expression turning back to his more relaxed and happy one. "I'm sorry you had to see that, are you hurt?" He said worried. As they were talking the guards soon arrived and began to ask Ennette what had happened, after they hauled the unconscious man aware whilst other guards stood by the fallen assassins. "Come on, I'll walk you back home, we don't want anymore fights tonight." Eclipse smiled.  

Eclipse cocked a grin at Andrea. "Oh you could say I have a few tricks up my sleeve." He said with a wink before turning back to the goons. It was a matter of seconds before the fight broke out, a mix of magic and physical strength battling each other. Eclipse weaved his magic through the air, driving one of the goons mad and making them attack their allies. He then briefly saw his companion easily take down another one before his magical hold on his enemy broke and the goon swung a axe at the Tiefling who dodged out the way, touching the mans throat and making it wither under his touch and making them drop to the floor lifeless. 

He then turned to Andrea who was finishing off the last one. "Yeah I sorted mine out, a rather carless attempt on their part." He said brushing some of the dirt from his hands. "Are you hurt? I can heal you if so." He smiled.

Andrea and the Tiefling found themselves in conflict, surrounded by goons. The helk looked at Eclipse, because she knew that she needs to work with him. "Do you like have magic powers or something? Hurry because both of us are going to get beat up by these baddies." Andrea urged Eclipse, this conflict should be avoided, but both of them are in trouble. The helk bared her teeth at one of the goons, threatening them with nips, which causes that particular goon to point a gun at her. Eclipse reacted quickly, using his magic powers, which sent the goon against the wall. While Eclipse got one of the goons, Andrea pounced on the biggest goon, biting his face, her fangs sinked into their flesh, when Andrea let go of the goon, her mouth was completely covered in blood. "Continue fighting that goon, while I take care of the rest." Andrea yelled at Eclipse, not because she was mad at him, but to remind him. The creature looked back at the goon that she was attacking, her black claws came out and used them to slash the chest of them, the goon screaming in pain, but Andrea just ignored the pain-filled screams despite that they're too loud. "How dare you attack my friend and I?!!! You know that doing dumb crap like that can lead you a ride to the hospital!" Andrea angrily yelled at the wounded goon, the hybrid jabbed their horns into the villain's arm, the helk felt a fleshy sensation on the horn tips. "Did you take care of that baddie?" Andrea looked at Eclipse, her looks are constant but very complex, hence her being busy beating up as bad guy.

Nathaniel slowly retrieved his harpoon from one of the goons' backs. His split pupils darted around the tavern-room before slowly settling on Talyn. Smiling. Though it was more of an animalistic display of teeth.
“You held your own in that fight hu,” he said. Before spitting on the ground. “I’m glad I decided to patch you up,” the old harpooner laughed. “Actually, how is your arm? Are the stitches still in place?” He quickly inspected her previous wounded arm before shifting his attention back to the man, cowering at his feet.
“You’ve got some steady aim too,” he complimented the bounty hunter. “You should teach me sometimes.” Nataniel knelt beside the struck man. Then nodded. “You’re right. I wanted him alive… For now.” Nathaniel softly ticked the man’s cheek with his hand. Allowing him to whine.
“An hour hu?” Nathaniel mused. “I don’t think he’s going to do something else then squealing for the next 60 minutes, so” Nathaniel looked up at his companion. “Maybe we can grab something to drink. Grease our throats. I can show you where everything stands so that you can pour yourself a drink whenever you feel like it. It’s the least I can do for,” he gestured broadly, “all this.” He laughed.

Nathaniel picked up the poor man (that was indeed squealing as he did so) and slammed him over his shoulder. Giving him an almost fatherly pat on the back.
“Oh, I would definitely appreciate your help in the… Interview,” he said. Beaming her a more calmed down smile. “You seem like the person that knows how to press for the right answers,” he said. Pressing his fingers near the dagger wound of that poor man. 

Talyn jerks awake to shouting and commotion. Not the first time it’s happened, but it is certainly not something she favors. Adrenaline is quick to drive the bounty hunter to her feet, wincing for a moment at the soreness that was still persistent in her left arm. 

It had been a couple of days since she’d come to Nathaniel’s bar, and she’d been spending the time recovering and regaining her strength. After all, it would do her little good to try and work in a state like this. 

However, even with her injury, she can’t sit in here and do nothing. She hastily clicks her daggers to her belt before grabbing her silvered longsword and tossing the sheathe onto the bed. Silently, she slips from the room and stealthily makes her way to the taproom. 

It’s swarming with men, either bandits or someone else’s lackeys. It’s abundantly clear by the way Nathaniel is spearing some of these men, that they are not welcome here. With that information in mind, Talyn darts into the room, blade flashing menacingly.

She’s on the first lackey in seconds, a quick flourish and blood flies, a startled gurgle the only sound he makes before falling to the ground. Talyn doesn’t take any time to look over her fallen opponent. Even if she’s got the element of surprise for the moment, her and Nathaniel are still at a grave disadvantage with these numbers.

It doesn’t take long before some of the men begin to register the second combatant in the room, but by then she’s taken down another two men, though that’s still dwarfed by the amount Nathaniel is taking care of. She’s suddenly very glad that she’s on his good side, and not whatever side these men are on.

Jumping out of the way of a particularly savage strike, Talyn lashes out with her blade, cutting deeply into the man’s shoulder enough that he drops his own sword. She wastes no time yanking her longsword from his shoulder and plunging the blade into his chest, ending their one sided duel quickly. 

By now there are only a handful left, including one that seems a little too well armored to be a simple goon. The man, reeling from a heavy handed strike from Nathaniel, takes one last look at the smuggler and bolts, sprinting for the door.

“Oh no you don’t!” Talyn calls, drawing the Marrow knife and flinging it at her opponent. It buried it self deep into his back and he lets out a agonized wail, one uncharacteristic for such a seemingly small wound. 

The sound was enough to shock the remaining goons into giving up or fleeing altogether. The leader of the bunch is on the floor shivering, the affects of the knife apparent by his pained expression. Talyn walks over and pulls the blade from the man’s shoulder, and hauls him to his feet, depositing the man in front of Nathaniel, who like Talyn, has a few scrapes and bruises, but nothing compared to the injuries from days earlier.

“I’m assuming you’ll probably want this one alive for now... you might find it easier now to interrogate him” Talyn pauses flicking blood off of the Marrow knife before shrugging. “You’ve got about a good hour before the amplified pain subsides a little and he’s left with just the pain of a small dagger wound.” 

Talyn pauses before shrugging a little bit, glancing at the lackey and giving him a wry smile.

“If you’d like, I can help with that as well. I’ve had considerable experience in the field after all.”

Argus minding his own business was almost impossible, especially when his focus shifted from one thing to the next so quickly, so it was only natural for him to come to the aide of a random person who was currently being harassed by a large group of people. Whether they were bandits or not, he didn't care, they just had that look that screamed "up to no good", and so he also chose to become up to no good as he made his way over to the group and forced his way in. Hands were in his pockets, a frown on his face that turned upside down into a smile that looked a lot more sinister than intended (he didn't mean for it to look sinister in the first place).

"Can't call this a party without me." He said, his eyes scanning the clearing and looking each opponent up and down. His two braincells were of course unable to come up with a plan, and he never intended to make one anyways. He simply rose his hand and a sword sparkled into existence into the palm of his hand, where he clutched it and pointed it at his adversaries, "I'm always looking to add more weapons to my collection." He smiled, not giving anyone a chance to respond as he launched forwards, very much quicker than he seemed.

The sound of metal on metal reverberated through the clearing, the clanging ringing in Argus's ears and spurring him on as he slashed downwards. The strike broke through his opponent's sword and armor, his own sword breaking apart at the force behind it. Another sword was in his other hand in an instant to block another adversary's strike meant for his head. They met the same fate as their friend, face down in the dirt as their blood pooled around them. Argus took the second to see how his newfound friend was faring, only needing to glance at her for a second to see she was doing quite fine.

It didn't take the duo long to finish off their enemies, Argus making his way back over to Talyn and offering her a smile, "You good?" He asked, already having done a once over and seeing no wounds too severe. He crossed his arms over his chest, "cause I'm great. We should do this again!" He laughed heartily, not seeming to take the situation all too seriously. He really wasn't.

Candidas first meeting with Argus instantly caused her to realize the man was just like her sister Danica , a reckless brute that doesn’t seem to know what in the name of fuck strategies were. Despite the problem of not knowing strategies, the two seemed to have worked well together.

Their target was a counter sniped nicknamed “The Goliath”. The two hid in an alleyway, realizing The Goliath was chasing them down, the sound of heavy footsteps echoing through the alleyway. Candida knew the sniper opponent used a powerful sub machine gun, while she was only armed with a bayonet and semi automatic rifle. Argus was given a knife and whatever suited his needs.

The two needed to come up with a plan. Fast.

Candida knew that if she or Argus were to end up in machine gun fire, neither of the two would survive a good round of bullets. The White Ghost pondered for a mere second before she came up with a brilliant plan.

She told Argus of the simple plan. Candida was to distract The Goliath with her famous ghost antics, while the man were to ambush the opponent from behind with his brutal fighting techniques.

Simple plan, working like a charm.

*Crash, slash, stab!*

Alas a final scream of pain, The Goliath had fallen into the pool of their own blood, their death of bleeding out came to an end. Argus seemed to be covered in blood, but didn’t seem to mind as he only substained a few minor injuries. Candida only had a few cuts and slashes, but seemed to pay no mind as she painted a quick painting of the location and the fallen opponent. 

As she was done, she turned to Argus, telling him with a smile:

”Thanks for teaming up with me, this was a successful mission!“

(Follow up time!!!) PicklePantry HELLO SMILEY IS A FAV CHARA OF MINE NOW YES

The group could hear the noises of ghosts, or supernatural creatures according to their beliefs from the position of the sniper named Candida as she suddenly vanished. While the group could not see her, the White Ghost switched her bolt-action rifle to an automatic rifle, continuing to make such strange noises of ghosts.

Before the group could do anything, they were now met with a punishing blow from automatic rifle fire. Candida made sure not to fire at Smiley, the group of masked villains were their targets after all.