It wouldn't take all three of them to finish off the swarm. Adelheid knew that almost as soon as Honey began throwing those pens; the swarm was too bloodthirsty to regroup, and with all three of them throwing additional blood in the water, it was only a matter of time before the swarm was made helpless.
As a merchant of death, Adelheid had no business wasting time where he was no longer needed- nor wanted, as he thought Larsa had to despise him by now- and there were far too many things to do before the sun arose. There were always too many things; too many monsters, too many rooms, too much of everything. But he had to do what he could, even if that made him hated by those in the hallway.
So he called out to the other two warriors, "I leave the protection of Larsa to you; keep the weapon for tonight." A rapier could mean the difference between life and death for Gabranth, just as it had for Adelheid, and he added- now trying to fill his role- "But I expect a return on such an investment. Please keep that in mind."
With that he stepped around Honey and skirted the swarm, still spinning his spear like a whirling shield, interposed between himself and the majority of the swarm. His legs, not as protected as the rest of his body, had some chunks bitten out of them, but nothing too serious. He would be fine, he was certain of that. He just had to keep moving, keep achieving, and he'd be fine.
With nothing more than that coldly mercantile statement, Adelheid left the hallway, determined to achieve something during the night. And hoping, in his heart of hearts, that they'd all be fine. But honestly, they all had partners from their own worlds, or so it seemed; why would they need his good will?
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It wouldn't take all three of them to finish off the swarm. Adelheid knew that almost as soon as Honey began throwing those pens; the swarm was too bloodthirsty to regroup, and with all three of them throwing additional blood in the water, it was only a matter of time before the swarm was made helpless.
As a merchant of death, Adelheid had no business wasting time where he was no longer needed- nor wanted, as he thought Larsa had to despise him by now- and there were far too many things to do before the sun arose. There were always too many things; too many monsters, too many rooms, too much of everything. But he had to do what he could, even if that made him hated by those in the hallway.
So he called out to the other two warriors, "I leave the protection of Larsa to you; keep the weapon for tonight." A rapier could mean the difference between life and death for Gabranth, just as it had for Adelheid, and he added- now trying to fill his role- "But I expect a return on such an investment. Please keep that in mind."
With that he stepped around Honey and skirted the swarm, still spinning his spear like a whirling shield, interposed between himself and the majority of the swarm. His legs, not as protected as the rest of his body, had some chunks bitten out of them, but nothing too serious. He would be fine, he was certain of that. He just had to keep moving, keep achieving, and he'd be fine.
With nothing more than that coldly mercantile statement, Adelheid left the hallway, determined to achieve something during the night. And hoping, in his heart of hearts, that they'd all be fine. But honestly, they all had partners from their own worlds, or so it seemed; why would they need his good will?
((Heading off to here. (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/74155.html?thread=4447403#t4497835) ))