NightTurning his attention back on the remaining two threats, Petty found himself staring at a wall of bandages, glancing up at the hulking mummy before him, Petty promptly stabbed his Dirk into it’s abdomen. As Petty removed his Dirk to strike again, a slow but powerful right hook by the mummy stoke him square in the chest and Petty went sprawling across the Tavern and crashed behind the bar, smashing bottles and glasses of red viscous liquid in the process, as his Dirk falls to the floor in front of the mummy. Shaking off the impact of the hit, Petty slowly brought himself to his feet, leaning on the bar heavily for support and glanced over to the bar keeper who just shrugged and looked over the mummy then Petty. The mummy’s lack of speed was apparent to Petty, but now without his Dirk, Petty would have to fall back onto his concealed blades to do the damage, but in his weaken state, Petty was uncertain of the damage he could inflict on the mummy, if it would be enough. The lich seemed content on watching, but would he stay contented? Would he enter the fray? Petty was positive that he couldn’t win over such odds of the mummy and lich attacking him…. Even if you defeat the mummy, would you have the strength to defeat the lich? No! Theses are not my thoughts, I can do this, no doubt at all… With that, Petty spurred into action. Quickly vaulting over the bar, rushing head on toward the Mummy, pulling two concealed blades from his wrist sheaths as he moved, the strength in his left arm wasn’t done with yet, he would get every inch of strength out of it, he had to! Bring his right arm over to his left, Petty quickly slashed upwards on the mummy, cutting deep across the mummy’s chest, spinning around bring the left blade down on the mummy, a huge X now adorned the chest. But didn’t cease with that, his almost twirling dervish dance of destruction on the mummy continued, blow after blow struck the mummy, before he could look down on Petty, Petty twirled and struck again. Petty wasn’t sure if his attacked had much of an effect on the mummy, but it was tiresome for a less than on par Petty, as each blow landed on the mummy. Petty slowed, movement became sluggish till following through on a hit with his left arm, Petty stopped, as his arm wouldn’t move much more than a few inches. Panting Petty looked up at the slash marked adorned mummy before him, growling out in frustration at the still seeming able to fight mummy, Petty leaped up and planted a right kick to the side of the head of the Mummy with a which might be final burst of energy. Petty thudded to the floor heavily, as the head of the mummy sailed across the room, but Petty could have a moment of peace as the hulking body of the mummy swayed and began it’s descent towards Petty as he laid. Petty scrambled out of the way of the corpse just before it hit the floor, causing a heavy indentation. Dust covered, bleeding, bruised and battered, Petty straightened himself up as much as he could and turned to face the lich. The lich who had sat quietly observing the carnage, now it was his turn to die, Petty hated this lich, all this time he was being bashed, cut, screamed at it sat there and watched, most likely enjoying. “Well done on defeating my consorts, seems a pity to kill you after you entertained me so well” The lich’s voice a harsh hate filled rasp Raising from his seat, the lich seemed to grow immensely compared to what would been guessed by his seated height, almost unfolding upwards. Slowly Petty walked forwards towards the lich, who seemed unconcerned about the slowly advancing Petty. “I do wonder why you are foolish enough to come to this bar, kill good friends of mine and delude yourself you could escape alive, Mortals! I think you have shown me a lifetime of stupidity only to surprise me with yet a great….” A low thud interrupted the lichs speech as a blade lodged itself into its shoulder. “SHUT UP!” screamed Petty with utter hatred The lich narrowed his eyes on the young drow before him. “YOU THINK I WILL LET YOU SIMPLY DIE NOW!? HA!! Death would be too kind to such a pathetic impudent being such as yourself, I will trap you between life and death, forever in torment to be my slave now,” Rasped back the lich as he simply removed the blade from his shoulder and threw it behind him with not even a wince. Petty continued his advance, striding towards the lich, his left arm drooping to his side but defiance shone in his eyes. Reaching the lich Petty swung his blade but the lich simply grabbed the arm, and pulled Petty up to face level by the neck and spoke through clenched teeth “Some are scared of death…but you will soon find out the pleasure death would be compared to eternity stuck between the two..” then slams Petty down on the near by table. Unable to move, Petty had no options left as he glanced up at the maniacal lich who smirked down at Petty. He was going to die. The lich began chanting words of which Petty assumed to be magic, a dark wind flowed around the lich as his chatting became faster and loud, faster and louder and louder still. So loud was the chanting that Petty almost didn’t here a softer, more feminine chanting emanating from near the entrance of the tavern. “Leave him be!” screamed the voice The lich had little time to react as a hail of ice, sleet and snow pounded into him, causing a lose of concentration and the dark mist subsided. Flinging his arms up to protect his head, the lich quickly chanted a word and with a horrendous shout sending a dark ball of negative energy coursing through the air back at his assailant. The lichs attack struck home, sending the woman reeling back against a wall with a thud. Turning his gaze back on where Petty was, The lich had no time to do anything as a enraged Petty had managed to get to his feet and leaped at him, bring a blade down with all his remaining might towards the lichs head. The blades bite gouged a deep ravine down from the top of the lichs head to the base of his neck, slicing through flesh, tendons and bone alike, Pettys descent added weight to the attack. Both Petty and the corpse of the lich fell to the floor. Tripping over the corpse, Petty went sprawling and just regained his footing, if a little wobbly. Stumbling across the tavern, Petty went and retrieves his Dirk from the floor where it was lost during the conflict with the mummy. Looking about the tavern for signs of second blade, of the matching pair which normally were housed in his wrist sheaths, Petty sighed and gave up hope for finding it,, it would cost him a fair bit of gold to replace it but he was much more willing to pay than venture among the undead in the tavern for it. Finally, Petty turned to leave the bloody Tavern, just to see a woman regaining her legs from the lichs retaliation and offering up a smile and wink to Petty. Bouncing happily the Woman spoke “Don’t we make a great team, don’t we don’t we? I was like get away from him whoosh and you was like all BOSH BASH!!” “……” Undeterred by the silence she glanced over to the motionless corpses littering the tavern “Yick! That is messy, messy! Teach them to mess with us though!” “…….could you move?” Petty spoke slowly, the words not coming easy but exertion was apparent in his voice, as it slightly trembled despite Pettys best efforts to cover it up “Ok, okies!” |
