Description: The second and final day of the fair, and everyone seems pretty happy - Vince is forging away at the smithy and Alexis is enjoying the sights. But true to any medieval re-enactment, some military force must descend upon the festivities and ruin them, spreading gloom and despair across the land. Or maybe that's just in the movies. Whichever it may be, Rolento plays the invading warlord, demanding a test of Vince's skill. And unfortunately, it doesn't involve forging him blingage.
The second day of the visiting renaissance fair in Southtown, and it's got an even better turnout than the previous day! The wagons, stalls, and tents set up in the clearing in the middle of the woods see a heavy flow of traffic from all sorts of people, ranging from those in costume to common streetpunks just curious enough to follow the signs leading here! The jousting tournament is about to resume today, followed by the medieval weaponry demonstrations, and apparently people from yesterday went and told their friends about it. The place is really seeing a great turnout!
And the day itself couldn't be nicer. The sky is clear this afternoon, the sun is beaming warmly against a cool, refreshing breeze, and birds are out chirping! Though the trees are a little sparse, those that remain are generally colorful and really set the mood.
The young noble, Vince LaRose, had taken down the tent that had kept him through the evening this morning, and has his alcove up and running. Anvil set in the center of his rented out space, tent tarp providing cool shade against the mobile furnace, materials and metals set aside at the ready for crafting. Indeed, the swordsman is apparently a blacksmith. And judging by the line of people currently oogling his work - complete with hammer and length of red-hot steel - he's pretty decent at it. He's made a fair amount of money today! Life's good for the Pacific High student.
It's too bad that Alexis got to the Renaissance Fair so late in the evening yesterday. She didn't get much of a chance to look around at anything, and most of the stalls looked empty and eerie in the dark. As promised, though, she's returned! She's done a little bit of shopping already, wanting to pick up a few smaller trinkets and such to send to Lucas.
Unlike other people, she's not bothering to wait in line. Nope! The girl dressed in an ivory Accolade's gown made of crushed velvet, with golden embroidery motifs that adorn the neck, the bands around the sleeves and the floor length Medieval drop belt that's cinched about her waist, is simply waltzing right up to the blacksmith's alcove. She's very polite in the way she cuts in front of the line, and most don't seem to mind /too/ much that she's doing it. Particularly when they see that she's not waiting in line at all, but just eager to chat up the young, hard-working noble.
"Hiya, Vince!" Pause. "I mean... good morrow, Sir! I see that your smithery is quite busy today..."
There is one thing different about her outfit today. A golden cloak that's draped over her shoulders, and held in place by a small multi-hued butterfly clasp.
To some, this is an event for fun, an intricate and immersive hobby where people can step back in time to another era. To Rolento Schugerg, this is simply an opportunity, a confirmed location that Vince will be staying in. Little time is wasted, at least when the first clue of any peculiar arrival flows literally into the breeze. The sound of beating rotors slowly fills the surrounding, easily ignored at the onset before the low flight and sheer size of the Blackhawk makes such at best difficult. It is near enough that grass and dirt are kicked up into a billowing wall, threatening to damage nearby tents and sending many people stumbling for shelter. A thin black line descends, and spiraling down it is a man in tan with a crimson beret.
He lands in a three point stance, flicking it behind as the helicopter rises, beginning to circle at a still rather annoying distance. Slowly he unfurls into a stand, twisting his baton about in an impressive manner. His scarred visage immediately discards the sea of people, before settling upon Vince and Alexis' own tent. Approaching rapidly, white eyes mildly narrow. "Vince LaRose? I am Rolento Schugerg, U.S.P.L. commander. I am interested in assessing your capabilities."
CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.
Vince looks pretty content in his smithy, despite how utterly smoldering it is in there. Furnaces tend to do that. But he's handling his work with care and precision. As Alexis appears and speaks though, it gets him to pause. He looks up at the girl and lifts his hammer-toting arm to wipe his brow with the back of his hand. "Quite," he replies with a grin. "I prefer it that way. Just let me get this back in the furnace..."
CLANG. CLANG.
..And about that time, the sounds of rotors really cuts through his attention. Vince pauses his work again and notes a rather ominous shadow looming over the grass mid-clearing. Then.. a man in military garb hops out, and a good few of his spectators have scattered or hidden behind his displays.
Vince finds himself the target of the man's attention, and he sets his equipment down. The swordsman raises to his full height and steps out from under the shade of his alcove, right hand setting over the polished white handle of his rapier, at the ready. "Rolento Schugerg! What is the meaning of this disturbance? What do you mean, 'assess my capabilities'!?," he calls, normally soft and smooth voice elevated to be heard over the chopper overhead.
It's really fun to watch Vince work in the smithy, even though it is getting almost unbearably warm beneath all the velvet! Alexis nods twice, really rapidly when he says he needs to get something back in the furnace and takes a step backward. From her new vantage point, she focuses on the way the hammer is moving down toward the anvil, the clang of metal, the sound of rotors?
Helicopters are something the girl is quite used to hearing, and she immediately looks skyward as the sound begins to fill the fair. Eyes thin to slits, shielded by her hand as she watches the Blackhawk descend. Forcible winds from the rotating blades cause her cape to billow up about her, and tangle her up as she attempts to duck into the relative safety of the furnace-warmed alcove.
Catching herself before tripping right against the anvil, she bats her lashes several times. Rolento Schugerg? Should she know that name? It sounds German... maybe she should have her father's people run it later, just to get extra information. Including what he could possibly want with a high school student. Especially a high school student named Vince!
"A combat assessment. I'm interested in a spar." he muses, matter of factly. Alexis isn't even given the remotest amount of attention, simply a spectator who's not ducked out of the way as of yet. Although his name in recent years is notorious. There's few world wanted terrorists who own an army and have laid sieges to major world cities for months, after all. Although his lack of activity make the name itself rather forgettable, to those who don't particularly care about such things. The baton is given a lazy twirl of his fingers once more. "It will not take long. Your victory is below zero. This is merely my first opportunity to meet you in a confirmed location while I was in the vicinity; if you wish a private location, we can be transported in three minutes and forty seven seconds." A pause follows. "I need only a yes or no. My time is not to be wasted!!"
His victory is below zero? It won't take long? That tears it! Rose Dansant is not to be made light of! Vince's icy blue eyes quickly draw out his rapier, expression set in irritation. "I've had as much talk like that as I'm willing to tolerate for the week. This will make a fine demonstration ground for fencing at its finest," he replies coolly.
The blade is flashed upright, then outwards. "En garde."
And in an instant, Vince blurs forth towards Rolento, quickly closing the distance between them and rapier at the ready. The moment he's within range, the blade flashes into motion, tip thrusting out towards the larger man's chest with every intention to skewer him. Though as the blade is drawn up, a wreath of swirling smoky gray energy envelopes the length of steel. When it's thrust, the energy encases the tip of the blade in a lance of energy, plunging forth to drill straight through him.
COMBATSYS: Vince has started a fight here.
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Vince 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Rolento has joined the fight here.
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Vince 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Rolento
"Vince, are you ce--" He's springing into action, this must mean he's certain! Alexis motions to the remaining customers to move back and allow the two men the room they need to fight. She herself moves to the area where the tent stood last night and finds a nice little log to sit upon. It's disgusting, and dirty, and truly medieval, and she's none too happy about seating herself upon it, but it's not like she can ask for a Queen's throne to be brought over so she can enjoy an impromptu battle!
COMBATSYS: Rolento blocks Vince's Venteuse.
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Vince 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Rolento
The maneuver is observed carefully, from the twist of muscles as his weapon is sheathed, to the thrusting motion itself. In a smooth arc he sweeps his baton up, catching the tip of the rapier as it gouts out that smoky convalescence. It's insufficient to completely move away, and it tears through the cloth at his shoulder to reveal a sharp red line. But the majority of his energy was wasted on air, as opposed to his weathered flesh. "Interesting. Unless I am mistaken, you have invested significant speed... causing your reaction to be at a liability..." This is said as he snaps out his hand, attempting to get hold of the weapon holding wrist before Vince retracts it. "I saw no fault in your technique! Your finesse is admirable!" Were his own attempt to succeed, he would brutally twist, trying to stress both the joint at the elbow and shoulder before hefting up his foot to kick Vince backwards, preferably into the anvil!
COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Vince with Medium Throw.
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Vince 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Rolento
The grab occurs much quicker than Vince would have expected. Much, much quicker. Icy blues widen in surprise. "Wh-wha-.."
But he's then sent through the air, headlong towards the anvil. And sure enough, he smashes into it soundly with a CLONG. He hits the dirt, crumpled for a second, head numb.. but when it dulls, the dashing swordsman raises back to his feet. "Mmh.."
So he's got fast hands. That's.. unpleasant. But not something Rose Dansant can't get around! At least not the evolution Vince has taken it into! He turns his body aside and thrusts his left hand into the air... rather pointlessly, it might seem at first.
..But very soon, an image is racing down through the sky. A smoky gray falcon with pure black eyes swoops in low, racing through the air with a shrill, avian cry. Its trajectory arches, suddenly coming in on a collision course with Rolento's face, talons extended. If struck, the falcon curves again to swoop back into the air to safety.
Alexis doesn't seem too concerned by the fact that some weird man in a helicopter has come to fight Vince. She's seen stranger set ups for Neo League and Saturday Night Fight. She silently cheers as the weapon tears through the shirt of the antagonizer. This cheer is quickly quieted when he takes hold of Vince's wrist and twists it in such a brutal manner.
"Vince!"
Voice rife with concern, she leaps to her feet, looking quite like a maiden in distress. Hands grab her skirt, and she begins to rush over to the fallen boy by the anvil. Before she can reach it, he's back to his feet and striking out once more. This doesn't stop the worry, but it does make her hold back and not try to take care of any incurred injuries just yet.
COMBATSYS: Vince successfully hits Rolento with Spirit Falcon.
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Vince 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Rolento
A manifested chi bird? Rolento's seen some peculiar things in his days, but this is rather high on his list. There was an effort to lunge backwards out of range, yet he's instead impacted upon the back of the shoulder where he was prior wounded, his feeble defense mustering that much as it gouges him with his own grunt of pain, staggering a moment before catching his feet. He shrugs his shoulders, tossing his baton to the other hand for better ease of motion. Ambidexterity is good for something. "A solid hit. Few manage that against me. You have earned a trial." His mind begins to flow with complex calculations, the world seeming to slow until every beat of his heart has a gap of seconds. He notices a bird flying through molasses far overhead, helicopter's beat falling to a THUMP... ...THUMP... ...THUMP... "I predict two blows to fell you... prove me wrong, and you pass...!!" His baton shifts forward defensively, as he waits for the next assault from the younger fighter!
COMBATSYS: Rolento focuses on his next action.
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Vince 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Rolento
Vince takes a moment to attempt catching his own breath, left arm set over his knee, panting softly. But he doesn't seem out yet. He raises an eyebrow at Rolento's challenge, then decides to press things still. Two blows to defeat him. Bah! The young swordsman pushes to his full height again and turns his left shoulder towards his assailant. In a sudden blur of motion, his left arm has moved from his side to being outstretched towards Rolento. There is a streak of red and green flying through the air, one of the rosette stilettos aimed to collide with Rolento's torso.
COMBATSYS: Vince successfully hits Rolento with Sudden Fling.
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Vince 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Rolento
The item flashes out and pegs Rolento right in the shoulder, sinking a couple inches; Yet it's ignored for the moment, as he reaches up and grasps a grenade. "Ready?" he offers, yanking it off as the pin spirals away, bouncing upon the ground. The item is obviously dangerous in these quarters, but he looks to care less; Although his concentration was broken by the quick dagger, he still leaps backwards and hurls it out full-force, trying to slam into Vince's chest like a cannon. Only after the full kinetic shock would be transferred into his ribs would it detonate, sending shrapnel and flame into the small tent! Hmm. He's resourceful, at least. Maybe he should have estimated three instead... The helicopter shifts, to hover overhead at a slightly smaller distance then prior.
COMBATSYS: Vince dodges Rolento's Grenadier.
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Vince 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Rolento
Grenades are something Vince recognizes. People would be hard pressed to not know what a grenade is anyway. But he's never had to deal with one being thrown at him before. He knows what they can do - he's seen the movies. So he knows he doesn't have a lot of time the moment it's plucked out. So as it's chucked at him, Vince reacts purely on instinct. His blade flashes out, catching the grenade along its flat. Using its momentum and the tilt of his blade, he guides it in a swift whirl, ending out to the side to redirect the grenade against a tree. ..Which explodes. And proceeds to fall over.
Vince stares at this for a second, then reaffixes his gaze on Rolento. That could've been very dangerous! Not just to himself, but to bystanders as well! He has to stop this guy! Vince dashes in towards him again, closing back into melee range. His blade flashes out suddenly in a low horizontal cut, followed by an inwards diagonal slice from Rolento's left hip to right shoulder.
COMBATSYS: Rolento interrupts Medium Strike from Vince with Fatality Package.
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Vince 1/-======/=======|=======\-------\0 Rolento
"Oho... my interest was correct, Vince. You have passed my assessment." This is stated as the grenade flies out, harmlessly. He was wondering how such would be dealt with. Absorbing it? Trying to save others? Trying to save himself? Instead, the far more risky venture of diverting it entirely paid off. Although he still has the next attack to deal with. The first cut bites deep, yet before anything further is unleashed, Vince is grasped by the shoulder and the end of the baton /slams/ into his stomach, to drive all the air from his stomach. Flexing the weapon, another string of grenades flicks out; sticking firmly to the swordsman, covered in some peculiar gel. And then with an audible TWANG, Vince would be launched straight up, potentially slamming through the fabric of the tent; before the ensemble of grenades detonates in tandem, the smaller charges adding up to a significant impact of pure flame and concussive force. Thereafter, simple gravity does the rest. "There is no need to continue. As I said, actual victory is impossible!"
Slice! Catch!
..Catch? Wait. That's not how it's supposed to go.
WHUFF! Vince is doubled over, and he just wants to die right there. That hit by itself was seriously painful. Painful enough to keep him from realizing what had just happened. Grenades stuck to him? Preposterous. But he's sent into the air, and Vince promptly explodes. wtf. But then again, all Vince can think about is blinding pain. The blasts just launch him further into the sky before gravity does indeed, bring the swordsman down into his little alcove, tearing down the tarp awning of sorts. And there goes the smithy.
Vince lays there in a crumpled, smoldering heap for a while...
...But insane as it may be, he pushes himself shakily back to his feet.
"N-no..," says the young noble, having very clear difficulty standing, let alone launch another attack. "You have.. belittled.. Rose Dansant.." He's overcome by a brief, rough coughing fit, some soot billowing off his frame and clothes in the process. "..I'll show you.. its true capability..!"
And forcing the pain out of his mind, pushing his body to its fullest, Vince rushes for Rolento again. As the distance is closed, the left hand shoots into the sky once more. But no falcon descends this time. Instead, the attack comes from below. Beneath Rolento's feet, a sudden, massive tornado whirls high into the air. The smoky gray winds shear and shred viciously at that which is captured within (note: ideally Rolento), and blast him high off his feet.
If successfully done, Vince lunges into the air to meet with Rolento, 'riding' the tornado to a degree. Once he's caught up, his blade arm vanishes out of sight in a blur of motion, the blade cutting and slicing at his opponent's form relentlessly to whittle him down hopefully to nothing. The innumerable cuts and slices from the blade end with a hard, final punctuation - a heavy stab aimed to go directly through Rolento's midsection and plummet him back down to the ground.
Whereafter a few seconds, Vince will land neatly on his feet. Before hunching over, nearly toppling.
Everything is happening so quickly! Every time Alexis goes to cheer for Vince, something else is going on. Like grenades. Like trees exploding and branches falling all over the place. In the background several of the fair's security personnel are quickly attempting to put out small blazes that have sprung up thanks to the debris. It is quite difficult for them to do, what with the blades of the helicopter still spinning and whipping things around, but they manage to get things under control.
Thankful that the fencer managed to dodge a grenade that most likely would have killed him, the blonde allows herself a momentary distraction, watching to make sure the smithy alcove isn't damaged.
Then a Vince is coming through the awning, and the whole thing crashes down.
Grabbing up her skirts and rushing to the rubble, she starts to tear at the downed tarp, and pieces of debris in order to help Vince have an easier time getting up to his feet. He manages it on his own, but he looks severely injured at this point.
"V-Vince!" Panicking, she's not at all certain what to do now. She would attempt to pull him back from attacking this Rolento Schugerg guy, but he's moving much too swiftly for her to do so. "I... I'll..."
A frantic search finds her on her hands and knees, pulling the remaining awning away from the furnace so the whole thing doesn't go up in flames. The search also sees her attempting to find any sort of first aid kit that may have been in the smithy, in case of burns or other injuries.
COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Vince's LaRose Storm.
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Vince 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Rolento
"...? Your pride is irrelevant. You have no chance of combative victory. If you press on..." He then cuts off, realizing that such has already begun. He backflips fluidly, the air shooting around him and catching him slightly; Twisting about, eyes focused towards the advancing Vance, he twists away a final time, and the lash of attacks... makes no contact. Rolento drops from the air and lands lightly on his feet, outside the now shattered remnants of the tent. ...Wait; It's not completely flawless. Much of his clothing is cut, and more then one fresh wound is upon his body. It's simply not sufficient for any combative advantage. "...This is no longer an assessment." he hisses out. One hand, fist closed, lifts slightly from the ground. "It is an EXECUTION!!" He then snaps his arm. A gleam of silver, as a single loop from a wire erupts from the grass, all but invisible. When did he set it? Has he planned it all along? The helicopter is already hovering low, hook descended as a grinning U.S.P.L. soldier on a tether gives a thumb's up. The intent is to catch him by the throat, while he is reeling and off-balance...
"Ready?" is mulled, far too late for any warning.
COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Vince with Take No Prisoner.
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Vince 1/----===/=======|=------\-------\0 Rolento
No prisoners, indeed. Rolento lunges up immediately thereafter, and hooks his wire over the end of his hook; and as he descends, the rapier-wielding man goes /up/, the full weight of a razor sharp wire digging into his throat. Rolento lands heavily, and then thrusts down his fist. But an inch from contact with the grass, the back of Vince's head would slam into the hook... and the noose tighten, to the point it would cut off the flow of blood, on top of any air. Biting in too deep to be yanked away, and risking popping his head off like a cork from a wine bottle. For a few seconds the pressure is added, more and more, wire singing from the tension... and then he twists his baton, lightly tapping it. SPOING! The wire is released, to allow Vince to fall towards the ground. Rolento seems to have little care now. "If you survive..." he offers, chuckling softly. "You have a future as a fighter. Judgement! Grade B!" And with a broad sweep, three more grenades are launched; to bounce to a stop around Vince's hopefully prone body, before similarly detonating in another flash of shrapnel and fire. If Alexis felt like picking a fight, Rolento has no interest. He's already moving to grasp the line of his helicoper, to allow it to take him away. Apparently, his little test was a lot more serious once one left his rules of conduct... But will Vince have any parting shot?!
He.. evaded the tornado. And the subsequent cuts, mostly. Vince doesn't know what to make of that. People rarely get out of its way. But he seems to have fallen right into a trap, it looks like. The pain he endures for the duration of his hanging is immeasurable, and his entire body goes numb. It's excruciating enough to make him wonder how the hell he's still alive through it.
But then he's allowed to hit the ground.
And amazingly, Vince is still twitching. Bleeding at the neck now, but still twitching. He even starts to push himself up slowly. "Nng.."
'Splode.
Vince is blasted into the air again, body going limp on the ascension. "GAHHHH!"
But he uses his last of energy to give a demonstration. One final demonstration. As he's airborne, Vince twists over to align himself with Rolento's fleeing form. Hand now weakly gripping his weapon's handle, he begins slicing through the air. After a second or two, the arm blurs out of vision again, sweeping and slicing far too quickly to keep track of, and well over one hundred strokes. The peculiar thing about it, though, is that the sword is nowhere near Rolento. However, slash and cut marks begin to tear visibly in the air against whatever solid object is adjacent to the cuts a mere second after Vince's stroke - ideally slashing Rolento to bits.
Though whether it hits or misses, by the time Vince hits the ground again, his arm has stopped and he collapses on the ground, unconscious.
COMBATSYS: Vince can no longer fight.
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Finding the first aid kit, Alexis rolls up to her feet, kicking away debris. Heading out of the fallen smithy, she begins to approach Vince, when she hears the word 'execution' being yelled rather loudly over the rotor blades. Peridot eyes double in size, and she just stares at the much older man. Her body tenses, freezing in place, but the moment she catches the gleam of silver she springs into action. Her feet carrying her closer to the pair, but not quickly enough to stop Vince from being near-garroted by the lifting wire, The thin line of red that appears on his neck is enough to make her gasp and peel off her cloak to begin trying to tear it into strips. There's not a chance the first aid kit has enough gauze, and she's going to have to staunch the bleeding while she waits for the first aid crew to come to their aid.
Even still, she watches Vince get up once more and she tries calling to him to stay down. To accept the defeat, but she just doesn't have it in her to tell him to let something that monstrous go unpunished. Standing to the side, she waits while the final demonstration takes place, and should he fall toward the ground she attempts to be there to catch him and lower him more gently to the grass to begin tending to his wounds.
COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Vince's Phantom Laceration.
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Ah. That's a level of tenacity that Rolento had simply not expected. His attention faltered, which created a significant opening; and Vince's state more then anything denied him the chance to capitalize on it, as he releases the cord of his helicopter and all but dived to the side. The whirlwind of strikes shreds the ground in the general area he just was, hitting his bad shoulder and rolling back up. He's still in remarkably good condition; For a few long moments, mayhaps unsettling for Alexis given her fallen companion, he watches. Considers, pulling out a knife and twirling it in a glitter of steel. But then he simply chuckles, standing up and tossing the weapon aside. "The combat is concluded. I have no need to sustain it. If he survives, tell him I look forward to seeing the limit of his progress." is given to the girl, before he once more leaps up, this time grabbing the bottom rung of his helicopter's landing strut; And again it moves to fly away, likely quite thankful there was considerable difference between it and where Vince's shot went off. Interesting boy, indeed...
COMBATSYS: Rolento has ended the fight here.
Vince can unfortunately do no more for the sake of the LaRose name, or the honor of Rose Dansant. He's rather limp, all but lifeless. And at this point, the fair has been all but ruined. Helicopters coming in that close, grenades going off.. it just isn't safe! The people have since scattered, merchants have collected their stuff and ran, and there are a lot of empty stalls and booths left. For the most part, it's just a departing helicopter, Alexis, and an unconscious Vince.
Riiiiiiiight. Alexis will get right on giving Vince that message. Sure thing! Honest!
/AS IF/!
The poor girl is at the point of ignoring the man that just attempted to kill her friend. She's got his name, and as she looks up to the helicopter she checks for any distinguishing markings so she can run the info. More importantly though, she's too concerned with the injuries her friend has sustained to even /bother/ with trying to pay attention to shouted words.
Tending to Vince's wounds as best she can, she frowns. She can't just leave him out here while she runs for help! There's wild animals in the forest, and they could be hungry! An idea springs into her head, and she runs to the debris of the smithy. A long strip of the awning is gathered, as are some of the strings that were holding the dulled rosettes he had been fashioning.
Though it's quite crude in design, she fashions a stretcher of sorts. Carefully, she moves forward to nudge Vince onto it, using her strength to gently lift him as necessary. Then she runs back to the destroyed alcove and searches for one last item. A long sword box, which she places atop Vince's unconscious form before she begins to drag the stretcher down the trail in search of a first aid squad.
Log created on 21:21:12 02/19/2008 by Vince, and last modified on 14:34:01 02/20/2008.