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Asinine, filled with annoyance, put his elbow down, and rested his head upon it. Did everyone think it was a suitable thing, to waste his time? Really?
Two bandits with spears, stood beside him, one of them leaned over the small mage's body. "Listen kid," The man began to speak. "All we want is what ya got in your bag."
"I believe I already told you that people, such as yourself, should get an actual job, if they intend to make money. If you didn't realize, robbing a poor innocent young man, will land you in jail, won't it?" His tone showed no fear, which seemed to bother the bandits, more than a little bit.
"You listen here, brat..." The man droned on, Asinine glanced around at his surroundings, rolling his eyes. To think, Asinine only just wanted to head back home, and people had to bother him every step of the way.
Walking was tough on a knight who was fully armored, thus there was a mule meant only for carrying burdens.
The appearance was nothing short of amusing. A big, muscular gentleman sat on the back of a donkey, burdened by him and a large backpack. The man had an excellent mustache, which he stroked every so often in careful contemplation of his next direction.
"You serve me well, Sir Donkey!" the knight proclaimed as he patted the panting creature, "Only a little while longer!"
Ah, but how he wished he knew where he was going. This fellow was a man on a mission, and time was of the essence! That is, he had been traveling for five hours nonstop, but the mule thought that enough was enough.
So, he stopped in the middle of the road. The knight looked down at the donkey and scratched the top of his head, "Hm? What is it, Sir Donkey? Is trouble afoot?" He gallantly alighted the donkey and began looking around with squinted eyes, sniffing the air as it were. "Yes... yes! I smell mischief! You stay where you are, and I shall return!" He took his chest armor from the mule and put it on, then took his lance with him as he moved a few feet to the right of the donkey.
Oho! There! Two awfully dressed brigands and a young fellow upon... what's this? A wheelchair! That is a nobility in itself! The young fellow was no doubt a noble!
"Hail!" the knight roared as he approached them, "What seems to be the problem?" Asinine
Asinine's eyes darted towards the man, as such a loud noise hit his ears. "Right now its your tone, its hurting my head."
The young scholar seemed very much not concerned by the bandits, who were surrounding him, and immediately the one who had just been talking, that Asinine had been zoning out, seemed quite angry. "Hey, brat, we're not finished here!"
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The opponent roughly punched Asinine in the face, and to that, the young mage covered his face, with one hand, trying to roll away with the other. His nose was bleeding.
(Asinine's hp -3) (New stats: hp = 13)
The boy quickly pulled out a tome, and doing a gesture with his hand, attempted to set his opponent, the first spearman ablaze. "... I apologize but I won't let you survive, after that."
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The fire quickly sparked out upon the spearman, causing him a bit of pain, his arm, where it hit, starting to burn a bit. Asinine's arm lowered, as he tried to regain his breath.
(Spearman1's hp -3) (New stats: hp = 14) 1-100·1-100
Spearman 1 and 2 are using offensive support (Hit +10)
Deacon and Asinine use Defensive support (Asinine's def +4) (New stats: Def 7) (Deacon's def +1) (New stats: Def 9) (Damage -2)
The spearman used his spear, and dashed to attack the mage once again.
(Attack can't miss.)
His spear hitting straight at Asinine's side, the young mage began to bleed. "Pick them off one by one!" Asinine shouted immediately after, the opponent, responding with a glare.
This isn't good! The young fellow wouldn't last long without his protection. The knight immediately stood in front of the mage to shelter him from anymore damage.
"Roger that!" the knight bellowed, he thrusted his lance at Spearman 2.
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The lance crashed into Spearman 2, and pierced a hole in his waist.
Asinine's expression, sighed, disappointed at their change of primary opponent, regardless, he was pleased with the fact that he didn't have to sustain another injury. Doing another gesture, and suddenly rushing his hand forward, towards Spearman 2, he attempted to set him ablaze.
KYtI|J961-100 (Must be under 87)
Hitting relatively easily, the boy started to prepare himself for the next spell, when he had a chance to use it.
(Spearman 2's hp -5) (New stats: hp = 9)
As Asinine tried to recharge himself, Spearman 1 came up behind him, grasping the wheelchair with one hand, he spoke, "Little brat!"
(Attack can't miss)
The Spearman rushed his lance at the back of the mage's wheelchair, sending Asinine rolling away.
As Asinine rolled onward, he quickly did a new gesture with his hands, at Spearman 2.
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Suddenly the spearman's whole body burst into flames, as he got incinerated, into a small pile of ash. Asinine's body hunched over in pain, as he finally killed the man.
(Spearman 2's hp -5) (New stats: Dead) (Spearman 1's hit -10)
The remaining spearman swore loudly in rage, as he jabbed his spear roughly as he could, at the knight, who was closest to him.
The knight proceeded forward and kicked the man to the floor, then with a sorrowful glare, he struck the spearman down through the heart.
"You fought well," he said to the man, "May the gods be merciful to your wretched soul."
The knight turned to the young man as he slung his lance over his shoulder, "Young one! How do you fare?" His mule began hobbling through the woods to his position.1-100
Asinine's wheelchair crushing him from above, as he laid in a tangled mess, watched the knight blankly.
"I'm fine." He said, as his eyes closed up. "Just help me up onto my wheelchair." There was no please included, nor did Asinine thank the knight for his help, that just wasn't in his nature.
"Such annoying bandits..." His mood wasn't that particularly great right about now, as he let out a cough, blood coming out and onto the ground. He had to admit however internally it was, this knight had been very useful to him.
"Of course!" the knight exclaimed, he moved forth and pulled the wheelchair off of the lad, and then proceeded to place the boy on the wheelchair. "There you are! It seems a vulnerary is in order." He motioned to the thick line of blood falling from the young man's mouth, "A moment! I have a shipment of those that I am transporting."
The large man approached the mule and removed a small cargo box from a large pack, opened it with his bare hands, and then retrieved a small bottle. He also took a small leather pack containing supplies for mending wounds, and then came back to the young man. "Here we are, good sir. Please drink it, and then remove your clothing if you can so I may patch your wounds." After he removed his gauntlets, he opened the leather pack to begin the minor operation. Asinine
Asinine's body hunched forward, as soon as he was positioned upon the wheelchair. The blood added to his appearance, as to look even more lifeless than usual. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if this knight, was really capable of fixing up his injuries. To the scholar, this man looked boneheaded and brutish, however, he did seem useful. Almost like the kind of person that Asinine could use his superior intellect, to bend to his own will.
Asinine proved to be less than talkative, as he worded out a "Very well." Before drinking the vulnerary, his face seeming repulsed, as he quickly downed it.
"Make sure to hurry." He spoke, as he started to pull off his upper body clothing, as he had no real lower body injuries. "I prefer to have my body covered, at all times." As the clothing was removed, he carefully folded it onto his lap. It was easy to tell where the mages injuries had been. He had a bruise on his face, a rather large wound on his back, and besides that, he was mostly fine.
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