Shaelie was still hiding behind the rocks, keeping her cover for now.
"Yer gonna pay fer these lies, elf!" Garfel cocks his gun and moves to turn Naheal into swiss cheese.
Nàheal reaches a hand out a weaves a shield around Garfel, one which stops incoming AND outgoing attacks. "Now, stop for a second and think."
Garfel is trapped within a shell of light, as he tries to fire outside the shield. "Git. Me. OUTTA HERE!"
Nàheal shook his head at the dwarf. "You're a damned marksman! You've lost your cool! What the hell do you think you're gonna hit like that!"
Garfel pounds on the shield, in a fit of rage.
Shaelie was unaware of what Naheal was doing. As soon as she saw the gun come up, she sent her scorpid out towards the two of them. But the bubble appeared around the dwarf, trapping him. Shaelie hit a button in her glove, freezing the mechanical beast motionless before it got far from her.
"Stop. Think.", said Nàheal
Garfel growled. "This stupid thang ain;t gonna last forevah. When its done..."
Nàheal ignored the threat. "Morinth's a spy. She deals in lies."
"Her entire profession is built around assassination and pinning it on someone else. Hell, SI:7 didn't even want her."
"Wut? An' ye're not?"
Shaelie frowned deeply as she listened.. but she trusted Nahael had control of the situation for now. Moving slowly, she brought her gun up, looking through the scope at the trapped dwarf. The sights were aimed at the base of his neck, where his spine met skull. She held her position. Waiting, and listening.
"My name is Naheal Malastar, Mercenary Captain of Borrowed Time."
"Oh aye, I heard o' ya."
"Lies are bad for business."
Garfel glared. "So I'm ta trust a merc come outta tha blue. An elf, no less."
"She's taken over Pyth, Garfel."
Garfel paused. "Well, she chose tha wrong side."
"Do you really think that? She had insisted that she come and talk to you. She wanted to get this all straightened out, but then that happened."
"Well then, sucks ta be her." Garfel crosses his arms...he doesn't believe a bloody word.
"Really? You believe that? You'd sell out people that were supposedly your family on word from someone like her?"
"She stopped bein meh family when her damn brutha killed me father!"
"And where's the proof of that?"
"It was his damn axe wut slit his throat."
Shaelie listened patiently. She had no idea what all was at play here. But Nahael and Xara clearly did. There was much more to be gained by keeping silent and hidden for now, allowing Naheal to play whatever political game was underway. She listened, her eyes sweeping the area. No sign of Liliiana, yet. She waited.
"Me father's blood stained it!"
"If I were to shoot you with your own gun, would that make it suicide?"
"If she wanted ta talk, why now? Why not when they ran like cowards?!"
"I don't know." Nàheal stated, simply. "If I had that answer, I'd give it."
Nàheal pulls his greatsword and stabs it into the ground. He releases it. Then looks around.
Garfel smiles. "By tha way....thanks fer waitin'." The sound of footsteps could be heard. A lot of them.
Shaelie narrowed her eyes and watched through the scope, still keeping the sights trained on the base of Garfel's neck. She heard the approaching footsteps, but held her position.
Garfel looks to the shield, which is now dissipating.
Nàheal appeared unconcerned. "Now. Are you going to come with me quietly, or do I have to rough you up a bit?"
"Ya assume ye're gettin' out alive."
"You've heard of me, right?" Nàheal points toward the footfalls. "That better be an army."
Garfel smiles, "Aye, an' I can't wait ta rip ya apart."
"Oh. One small thing about those shields. They stop physical attacks.... but do nothing about magical."
Nàheal channels a bit of light magic into an incapacitating spell at Garfel. The shield around Garfel crumbles as Naheal blasts into it, Garfel tumbling away as a small squad of gun-toting soldiers approach.
Shaelie lifted her head slightly and looked to the sound of those approaching, trying to determine if they were friend or foe.
Nàheal looks to the squad, then to Garfel. "This is hardly even. I suppose I'll just have to take them all myself to be sporting."
Nàheal unslings his shield and draws his broadsword.
"Kill'im." Garfel commanded his soldiers, as they entered the cavern.
Shaelie gritted her teeth. There were too many. At some point, she had to do something. That time may have come. She swung her rifle around and fired off a barrage of bullets into the approaching soldiers.
Garfel's squad drops two men from the sudden barrage from Shaelie, Garfel too looking somewhat caught off-guard.
"Bloody rats." Garfel throws a flashbang into the midst of the elves, looking to disorient them.
Nàheal charges his shield with holy magic and throws it at the first in the squad. It bounces from member to member.
Shaelie hit the switch in her glove again, and the mechanical scorpid came to life once more. It scuttled towards the foot soldiers, it's pinchers opened wide to clasp and rend their feet and legs, even as the steel stinger lashed forward to impale it's victims.
Garfel smiles, as he activates his camoflauge...slipping away.
Nàheal holds his hand out, eyes closed as his shield returns to his arm. He raises it, still charged with holy magic, in a defensive stance. One of Garfel's soldiers gets slammed in the gut, toppling ass over end, the others move to fire a concentrated barrage. Nàheal grunts as shots fly into his shoulder just above the shield.
Shaelie kept her cover behind the rocks, ducking down as the soldiers returned fire. She frowned, knowing Nahael did not have the advantage of ranged attack. She hunkered behind the rocks and crawled to another vantage point, before popping up to unleash another volley of bullets. Six more marksmen remain, as Shae's sniping pegs an unlucky grunt in the head.
Nàheal charges into the middle of the group of grunts as he glows in holy light. Beams of light magic shoot out to each of the grunts.
Garfel slips out of the shadows from the darkness of the cave, the echoing boom hiding his position.
Shaelie grabbed her communicator, speaking quickly, in a low voice. "We're pinned down by a fist of soldiers. Cobrak, you out there?" The communicator crackled and hissed in her hand. She could hear Cobrak talking, but the signal was cutting in and out so much, she couldn't understand a word.
"We're fine!" Nàheal protested. "These guys can't hit shit!"
One grunt is blinded by the brillaince before getting a beam to his neck, the others, though singed, seem still ableto fight as they draw their swords. Nàheal grins at the grunts. "Bring it on!" His shield starts crackling with holy magic.
Shaelie frowned, hearing the crackling. It seemed they were on their own, for now. She ducked for another rock, fighting to keep an open line of sight on the soldiers who she could only assume were taking their own cover. In the back of her mind, she considered that Nahael seemed to want Garfel alive. She'd go to moderate means to abide by that. But only moderate means. She pulled a grenade from her pack and slung it towards the solders.
Nàheal stumbles forward. He doesn't quite lose his balance, but his shield remains somewhat low, leaving his defenses somewhat exposed. "You know, under different circumstances, I'd say "run," but... no witnesses."
The two soldiers who thought to engage Naheal in swordplay left behind their three remaining soldiers to pepper him with bullets...until Shae's grenade reduced those three to pulp.
The explosion also blew off a couple of the scorpid's legs and severely damaged one pincher. The mechanical beast continued to try to grapple anything nearby, though greatly hindered.
Garfel lines up another shot from his hidden position, hoping this time to cripple Naheal with a leg shot.
Nàheal takes the shot in the leg and starts bleeding. The attack doesn't seem to bother him much, but it does shake up his aim. He goes to fire a rocket from his gauntlet into the middle of the soldiers coming after him.
Naheal's rocket's aim is off....but that proves to be a boon as his arm goes skyward...instead blasting off a massive stalactitie which squashes the two left.
Shaelie saw Nahael take a hit and scanned the area. Garfel was out there somewhere.. hiding, as was she. It was hard to tell where he could be.. though judging by the trajectory of the bullet that hit the other elf, she had a very general idea of what side of the cave he might be on. So, she winged another grenade towards the rocks on that side of the cavern.
Garfel leaps out of the rock cluster Shaelie had tosses her grenade in...frantically getting away before it goes off.
Garfel wipes some dust from his ashen skin and huffs..."Now...ya done it, lass."
Garfel takes out a small syringe of greenish liquid and jams it into his neck. His eyes bulge, his muscles tighten, the ember-y glow of his eyes burns brighter.
Shaelie grinned widely as the dwarf appeared. She would have preferred to see him missing a few limbs, but at least he was flushed out of hiding... her brow furrowed when he injected himself with.. something?
Nàheal turns toward the sound of running, when Garfel emerged. "You know, I really do want to bring you in alive, but you're making this rather difficult..." Nàheal rests a hand on a small bag at his side.
Shaelie took the few moments of downtime to reload, while Nahael engaged the Garfel-hulk in conversation.
Garfel snorts and moves almost impossibly fast as he runs and guns, firing a quick series of shots towards Shaelie.
Shaelie yelped when the gunfire began to ricochet off the rocks by her.. she had not been expecting that, and had been in the middle of reloading. Shit! Startled, the bullets she was putting into the chamber slipped from her fingers, raining down onto the rocks.
Nàheal pulls out a rather large, circular device, flicks it open and tosses it in Garfel's movement path after holding onto it for a second or two.
Garfel sees on the oncoming device, and runs faster than any dwarf should be capable of, barely missing the apex of the explosion, but sending him tumbling and rolling along the cave floor.
Nàheal turns toward the dwarf and activates rockets in his boots, charging at the now downed dwarf, shield raised.
Shaelie didn't bother trying to go after the bullets she dropped. She hit the button in her glove and ducked for the shadows again. The scorpid tried to charge towards Garfel, but missing the legs on one side, it scuttled in a large arc, small curls of smoke wafting from the ruined pincher that had been blown off in the grenade explosion. The beast was out of commission.
Nàheal doesn't attack Garfel with any lethal force, but charges his fist wit holy magic and slams it into the dwarf's gut in an attempt to stun him.
Garfel grunts, and hacks up a bit of spittle from the blow. There is hate in his eyes as he tries to slash Naheal with a hidden blade in his wrist.
Nàheal 's shield moves almost reflexively, stopping the incoming attack before it can even get close.
Shaelie crouched down in the shadows and focused on finishing reloading her gun. From the sounds of it, Nahael and Garfel were already engaged in combat anyway, and the soldiers were dead. She knew she had a few spare seconds to get the ammo into the weapon.
Nàheal slams his shield against Garfel's wrist as he blocks the incoming attack. He moves to pin the arm and render it useless for now.
Garfel sneaks a dirty blow to Naheal before the attack comes.
Nàheal takes the hit to the gut with a grunt. It knocks his shield off balance for a moment and keeps it from pinning Garfel. Not giving up, though, Naheal fires off a burst of holy magic into Garfel.
Shaelie finished loading the weapon and lifted up again. She sighted the two men grappling around on the ground, so she hopped over the rocks and strafed towards them at a crouch, keeping an eye out for any gun that Garfel might have.
Nàheal grits his teeth as the magic starts burning him as well as Garfel.
Shaelie darted foward and raised the gun, spinning it around and aiming a hard blow at Garfel's temple with the butt.
Garfel is no fool to be hit by the elf's magic twice, as he still struggles with the paladin. He tries to headbutt the helmet-less elf in a fit of rage. Garfel manages to barely avoid the most of Shae's blow as his own connects with Naheal's forehead.
Nàheal shakes his head, dazed from the blow. He blinks as he tries to get his bearings. His runeblade glows with power and provides him with a small protective shield while he gets his bearings.
Shaelie scowled deeply, annoyed. She flexed her grip on the gun but changed her mind.. instead, aiming a hard kick towards the dwarf's face.
Garfel has shrunk somewhat from his massive inflation some moments ago, he seems to be breathing harder, and his muscles are lessened. He catches the aimed kick and twists it, throwing the elfess off-balance as he dives for his gun.
Garfel suddenly begins choking on his own breath...clutching his chest as he wheezes.
Nàheal smirked. "Adrenals shouldn't be used like that, idiot.
Garfel mumbles, "Not...now..."
Shaelie hissed as her ankle was wrenched painfully to the side, and she felt herself falling. She tucked her shoulder and rolled, using the momentum to try and jerk her foot away from the dwarf. But he seemed to be struggling with another issue. She spun to her knees, her eyes flashing as she watched Garfel and Nahael.
"Now. Come quietly, like a good lad, and we'll get this all cleared up." Said Nahael. "I have questions for you, as I'm sure you do for me."
Garfel hacks...something...its blood, as well as some form of greenish ooze. "Ye'll nevah....*hack-sputter*....Take..."
Shaelie rose to her feet and glanced around for Garfel's weapon. She'd kick it away if he didn't already have it in hand. If he did, she'd attempt to step forward and put her foot down on it, to pin it to the ground.
Garfel's eyes go wide as he sputters a tremendous gout of blood and ooze.
Nàheal picks up the dwarf and slings him over his shoulder. He weaves a small healing spell - just enough to stabilize him, but not enough to revive him.
Shaelie frowned, watching Garfel spitting up blood and gods knew what else. She flicked a glance at Nahael. "I didn't do that. Probably all that magic you were blasting him with."
Cobrak's com crackles in their ears. "kkkrzzt-eal, Shae, read me?"
Nàheal puts a finger to his ear. "Sort of. We've got Garfel."
Shaelie heard the crackling from the communicator. She glanced around for her broken scorpid, and pressed a button in her glove. The beast folded in on itself, collapsing to a more compact size that she scooped up and deposited into her satchel.
Cobrak's com statics again. "Mor-kkkxxzzrrt-ase is interfer-kkkkxxxsst-ot gonna make it out."
"Didn't think you would. Xara going in there like she did was pretty stupid. But she's not the kind to back down in a situation like this."
Cobrak's com crackles one last time. "Gri-kkrrxxt-atol, repeat Morinth's-kkrrxxxt-se is Grim B-kkkrkrkrssxxrtttttshhhh-"
"I copy, Cobrak. If possible, get Lilly and Xara out of there. If not, get out yourself."
Shaelie huffed a sigh through her nose, listening. She glanced at Nahael and then turned to keep an eye on the cavern where the soldiers had come from.
Nàheal looks at Shaelie. She looked back at him. "Grim Batol. Want me to head there while you do... whatever you need with the dwarf?"
Nàheal shook his head "No. We'll need to regroup. Trickling in is going to do nothing for dealing with Morinth. Especially with your machine needing repairs."
Shaelie nodded. "There are two Grim in there, though. I could call for more backup.."
"And Xaraphyne's in there. Fhenrir's going to raise an army to get her out."
Shaelie flashed an apologetic smile. "Yeah. Sorry. Xaraphyne, too."
"For now, I'll have this dwarf interrogated and, provided he understands the extent of how much Morinth betrayed him, he may turn into a very potent ally."
Shaelie pressed her lips together, but made no comment about her thoughts on the dwarf being an 'ally'. It was Nahael's to deal with. Her concern was Lilli and Cobrak.
Nàheal looks at Shaelie. "I only ask that you petition your superiors to hold off their rescue attempts until I get word back from Fhenrir on what kind of reinforcements we'll have. It's my intention to have her base razed to the ground and the earth salted when we're done with this."
Shaelie sighed, nodding to Naheal. "I'll pass that along. I'll talk to Leyu'jin. If anyone understands adhering to strategic assaults, it'd be him."
"Good." Nàheal shifts as he grabs his greatsword and slings it over his shoulder. "I wouldn't linger long. Reinforcements will be here soon - and not friendly ones."
Shaelie nodded, and followed him out of the cave. She watched as he called his mount to him and got the incapacitated drawf secured. Only once she saw that they had taken to the sky did she depart, as well. She would contact Leyu'jin directly, she decided. Less chance of the others rushing headlong into a rescue attempt. They'd all need to be on the same page. She she turned her rocket towards the Grim garrison, and opened a direct link to the Wordbearer...