I LIKED TEVINTER WHEN IT WAS STILL UNDERGROUND | Closed

[wythersake]

WHO: Hanzo, D'Artagnan + Alistair, Jester, Marcoulf, Nathaniel, Newt, Rey.
WHAT: Rescue.
WHEN: This year of our lord 9:44.
WHERE: The Deep Roads.
NOTES: Plotting Post

I'll be making some headers in a second here, but feel free to make your own. I'm not your boss.

Comments

[eruit]

Watch -

[ There goes the element of surprise, but there's not much to be done for that. He doubts that they'd have been able to keep that for long either way, and Hanzo shifts forward, moving to stand at D'Artagnan's back, lifting his bow and narrowing his eyes.

He can aim. He can shoot. At least until he runs out of arrows.

There's only a handful more, he thinks, and he shoots his bow; the arrow goes into the eye, into the head, and it drops down. Dead, he can assume, but he's never fought Darkspawn like this before, not with such intensity. Shifting forward, he twists, shoes digging into the ground as he aims again, drawing his bow back. They're focussed on D'Artagnan, true enough, but Hanzo is not going to leave him alone.

Another arrow. Another hit. ]

[mousquetaire]

[ He keeps fighting as the herd of them begins to thin - one after another being picked off by Hanzo's arrows. His sword takes one down. He's about to spin to put it through a second, but a third grabs hold of him, and sudden fear erases that plan from his mind. He acts on instinct then, dropping and rolling his shoulder forward to throw the one grappling him right into the path of another. His knife goes into its back between the shoulder blades and then he does turn, in time to impale one on his sword.

It doesn't die immediately. D'Artagnan shifts his grip and swings it around, putting it in the path of that bow. ]

Hanzo!

[ He's lost track of how many are left, given that he's in the middle of them. Hopefully they'll cut a path through soon. ]

[eruit]

[ The Darkspawn are hideous things and Hanzo wants nothing more than to see them torn apart. He wants to move closer, to draw out his dagger just in case, but there's an edge of something that he feels - it's too dangerous to be as close as D'Artagnan is, not when the threat of them being overrun is so high. They need to take these things down quickly, to have them dead before the noise attracts anything else to hurt and harm them.

He hears his name and sees the body being twisted around. His eyes shift, narrowing, taking in the shot, but he moves as fast as he can all the same.

It's a dangerous shot, but he makes it, the arrow sliding into the head of the Darkspawn before he makes his way closer, aiming at the next one. ]

[mousquetaire]

[ When, finally, the last of this crop goes down, d'Artagnan falls back to rest against the cave wall. He shoves the last of the bodies away, staring at them with distaste. Truthfully, he doesn't want to leave them like this. They ought to be burned, he knows that.

There's no question of even attempting it in these tunnels. Instead he bends, cleaning his sword and dagger off, and he looks up at Hanzo. ]

Good shooting. I suppose we'll need your arrows back.

[ They don't know how many more times they'll need them, after all. This isn't going to be fun. ]

[eruit]

[ Watching them all fall to their blade and arrows is satisfying, at least, but Hanzo knows it's not something he can rely on. There's an edge of tension and uncertainty that makes him anxious, almost. He'd never admit it, but Hanzo isn't sure how to manage the twisted danger that comes from facing Darkspawn.

Other Magisters, Qunari, Venatori? He can handle those. These are something very different. ]

No. They have Darkspawn blood on them - it is not worth the risk.

[ Turning his head, he looks at his quiver, thoughtful. ]

I will have enough.