Thread: Legends of Second Earth: Age of Strife

It would seem that the answer to Darian's unspoken and self-imposed question would be answered the commotion caused by a previously unseen robed figure fleeing from her would-be pursuers forced the human to take his eye away from the sight and blink in confusion. The hell... he then muttered as he refocused on the scene below sure enough, the High Elves bolted right on after her, showing Darian just who it was they were after. Whoever was under that cloak MUST be someone important to them, and that meant perhaps a sizable bounty. Nothing wrong with making a little money on the side that is, if the rat bastards even decide to pay me. Worth a shot though Darian told himself subconsciously as he did his best to keep up with the pursuing guards, reslinging his weapon over his back as he ran. It certainly wasn't easy, but given his weapon and long-practiced style of combat, along with the fact that he was relatively poor at hand to hand combat, he didn't have much choice. The HAMR pistol at his hip might be some help, but only six shots and the need to repressurize the underbarrel cylinder after every reload, it wouldn't do much to assist him in a potentially confining situation. Regardless, he would jump from rooftop to rooftop, sometimes from rather treacherous heights a few times he lost sight of them, but the ruckus caused by their rapid movements seemed to serve as ample waypoints for where he needed to go. As easy as it would have been for him to get to the streets, he didn't want to risk getting caught in a High Elf ground patrol he truly didn't know if the group chasing the robed figure was all that came to the city or not and he didn't consider it likely they had people patrolling the rooftops. Darian would eventually track them to the east end of the market, or at least he assumed it was the east end if he was reading the position of the sun correctly, just before an entrance to what looked like another side alley. Balls...Well, let's see what we can do here he commented with a hint of irritation if he couldn't find a way up and overlooking the alley itself, he may have to go on the ground. And a cursory glance towards the market center showed yet more High Elves approaching so that was a definite no on his feet touching the market floor. OK....New plan he grumbled eventually he spotted two walls that were fairly close to each other. It would be a pain to climb, but it was better than nothing. Though he unfortunately had to place his weapon in front of him to prevent damaging it too much, he would sidle up the makeshift platform until he reach a higher point at least gave access to other rooftops he could use. And after some jumping down and sliding down and other relatively dangerous movements, he found a fairly nice overlook that let him see what was unfolding, the backs of the High Elves facing him and his scoped weapon facing the now-cornered ...woman? A Dark Elf woman at that looking through his scope more closely, it was a female alright, and a cute one too. If she were to tilt her head up ever so slightly, she might be able to make out a slight glint high up the wall at the other end of the alley from where she was. Well, guess that narrows down whose side I'm on Darian commented slyly he always wondered how difficult it might have been to woo a Dark Elf girl. Helping her fight off these potential assailants might be a good way to get his foot in the door, was his thought. But they might also be friends of hers, wanting to take her back home or something he knew nothing about the situation and didn't want to ruin his chances of getting with this blue-skinned beauty. In any case, he pressed the butt of the weapon firmly against his shoulder in case his marksmanship was needed. Alright, you pampered shits...Let's see what you do...If you attack her, well....Me and my gun will have something to say about that Darian mused mentally, adding verbally, Don't worry, sweetheart...I won't miss.