Thread: Scouts of the Inquisition (Alvis & Sync)

The dull thump of a barrier going up, combined with the scnet of the forest suddenly coming over him let Disa know that whatever her failings might be, at least the elf was quick enough on the draw to get a spell off. Perhaps one of the only spells she knew, but it was a good one to have. The hunter drew his bow back hard, and drew a bead, sending an arrow into the swamp. The solid thwack of a hit filled the air, letting Disa know that whatever failings that the hunter had, aim wasn't one of them. The enemy archer staggered a moment, before a bolt of lightning struck it. The body jolted, adn came apart under that last hit, whatever integrity it had been holding onto giving way. Disa put that from his mind, stepping forward once more, letting the barrier take a hit for him, knowing it wouldn't last, so he may as well get use out of it. The called words from the elf were not wrong, he knew the farther he went, the more likely it was that getting out would turn into a fighting withdrawal. It was likely already too late for that the more he thought about it. Garret was poised to leap in with him, but Disa called him short. Back! Stay with the mage! Make sure we're not flanked! Disa roared, the long balde of his sword weaving through precisely controlled arcs to keep the swinging blades of his foes off of him. There was a stirring in the waters again, and he swore. More of them. The hunter was back towards Loriel now, Garret reluctantly stepping back to defend the two of them. Disa backed up slowly, feeling that tingle start to fade off of his body, letting him know the barrier was fading. Between the mage and the hunter, the other undead with a bow had been dealt with, adn Disa felt his feet hit dry, or as dry as this place ever got, land. He was almost surrounded, the corpses moving up to take position around him, six of them. Garret moved to help, but came up short when he saw Disa's face. It wasn't worried. The big man was grinning. Disa ducked under a blow, using that motion to turn, bending low and bringing his flatblade close to his hips. When he came back around, he extended the blade. The edge hit the upper leg of the first foe, before rising to cleave through the opposite hip. The next was sheared in half at the ribs, adn Disa controlled the rise of the blade from there, keeping it reasonably level. There was no ring of metal, only the humming sound that the blade gave off, a vibration that raised more questions than anything. Disa gave a half roar as he finished the motion, taking the last corpse int he head, shearing it in half deftly. Garret only stared at his sergeant, as the brief thunder of compabt faded into the mire. Sir? That was... Garret started, but trailed off. Just corpses Garret, not particularly dangerous if you keep your head. Numbers can tell, but it's all in how you approach the fight. Disa replied, homing his flatblade onto his back. Where did you learn to do that? My people. Some skirmishes with the knife ears taught me a few tricks. That one I picked up from a dwarf back in the Blight. Garret didn't answer, the implications of it weighing on him. He had suspected his sergeant had been active during the Blight, but to hear it confirmed...there weren't a lot of people that had actively fought the Darkspawn in the Inquisition these days. After that display, more was the pity it seemed. Disa stared at the Hunter. Tip them off like that again, and you and I will have a disagreement. THings like this don't rely on sight to find things. It's mostly by sound adn by feel. Disturbing the water will bring them down on us. The Spellbind figured that out a handful of seconds intot he fight, the hell is your excuse? Disa challenged. The hunter looked away. Disa turned his gaze to Loriel. Nice to see you're not completely useless knife-ear. Everyone get back in position. We're moving on.