piwakawaka | Freeing the Bird

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Freeing the Bird

The shortcut through the Dreaming leaves them close to many warehouses and the water in Kaiwharawhara but only one has a palpable feel of magic and about ten young men simply hanging about.

As everyone starts to appear, a few of the men pull out various objects to focus as the magic grows in the air as the others who are a bit too pale just grin.

Teams: 1-Alex, Aiden, the Baron, Hamlet
2-Carl, Ben, James, Peron

Starting things off again and I'm just going to do the James' thread later and make it work.

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In just a few seconds, Perón cannot see. It's alarming, and he tenses before he forces it from his mind: he must remain calm, focused. He must not make himself an easy target. They want to take his sight? Then he won't use it.

He closes his eyes, and listens. He can hear the laughter. He holsters his gun, and draws his knife. The blade is iron - he didn't know if the metal would do extra damage against anyone not of Tiwa's race, but regardless of what it is made of, the blade is still sharp and can hurt anything vulnerable to torn flesh. He lunges toward the laughter, and thrusts the knife forward hard.

[OOC: I have no objection to relatively minor injuries; nothing life-threatening, but flesh wounds are okay.]

The spikes are unexpected - and he didn't see them - so he flinches back on instinct and gets clear of the thrust.

"...alright then."

So the charges get placed around the skylight.

As the trap is set off, the Mage looks up and nods before moving, the attack out front is not worrying him but above he wonders.

So the spikes start to grow and form a cage around whomever might dare to sneak in.

The apprentice moves in and hits at Peron's legs with an iron pipe as the fog slightly dissipates.

He is not getting stuck in a cage of spikes.

He grabs the pack and runs, and makes a leap over the shorter edge of the spikes, landing hard on the roof and rolling out of the way.

They're onto him, which means that it's time to do this the more direct approach.

Since the trap hasn't caught anything the Mage considers as the spikes move to form a cage over the skylight and he moves to kick the cage which rings above though the words he says are lost.

The pipe catches him solidly across the thighs, the left one taking the worst of the blow; Perón gasps, eyes flying open, instinctively stabbing harder in the direction of the pipe.

The spikes won't stop that C-4, so he's not all that worried. The explosives will take out a large chunk of roof as it is, and probably drop the cage to the floor of the warehouse.

He moves back for the fire escape.

Don't worry, little bird. We're going to get you out of there.

Where the apprentice yells as it digs into his arm and he swings again.

Since the roof is quiet once more, the Mage moves away though he's listening to hear if other traps might be sprung.

Perón is more ready this time, and can see dim shapes in the fog. There's no space, this close up, to duck the pipe, but now he has a chance to twist and catch the blow on the side of his leg, where the muscle is thicker and helps to muffle the pain. He grabs hold of the pipe and yanks on it, using it to pull the apprentice toward him as he drives the blade forward and jerks it up, with the aim being to slice up through the torso.

It does hit since the apprentice is not as strong physically but he does manage to get out one more spell that constricts the air around Peron as the knife hits his torso.

Perón finds himself encased and scarcely able to move. He closes his eyes again, concentrates, finds that he can still flex his muscles within the grip of the air around him, and tries to use this advantage to twist the knife. If he can move it enough, do enough damage, perhaps he can distract his opponent and force him to drop the spell . . .

If, indeed, that's how it even works here, if spells require focus to be maintained. It's the best hope he can think of, though, so he focuses all his effort on twisting the knife.

Which does cause the spell the weaken but the apprentice yells and tries to back away from the knife as he aims the pipe at Peron's knee.

The blow lands - there's no possible way of avoiding it. It's not as strong as it could be, with the awkward close angle, but it's enough to make Perón's knee buckle. He yells in pain as he stumbles, falling forward with all the weight of his body behind the knife.

Cold fire lights Ben's eyes; he puts a bullet in the fallen man's chest, then empties the chamber. Metal hits metal and sparks fly from the impact.

He reloads, fingers quick and practiced, keeping his attention on the rest of the shadowed figures.

He's really hoping some kind of spell isn't about to fly his way.

Sadly luck isn't with him as fire dances in a circle around him and the one behind the car stays there.

He avoids the window this time around as he makes his way down the fire escape, and then moves to the small back door with the C-4 at the ready, so that he can rig that as well.

On the lookout for traps.

That takes the apprentice down and the spell disappears as his life bleeds out on Peron's knife.

This trap is slightly more subtle as the iron door itself shifts towards him and the Mage grumbles and Carl will be able to hear him say,

"Perhaps if I cut you once more, they'll leave, bird!"

Tiwa's tired enough that her voice can't quite be heard but the shift of iron can.

"Ah, hell -- "

He squeezes off two shots and whirls; the fire's got him surrounded.

"Mother of Christ, this better work."

He takes a breath, clutches his hat, and tries to leap over the flames.

If he wasn't so keen on staying silent, he'd growl.

The iron doesn't bother him and he plants the charges, rigs the detonators to a different frequency and then moves to duck behind a stack of crates to shelter himself from the blast that will comes when he decides to blow the doors.

Without the remnants of the spell, or the opponent himself, supporting him, Perón falls the rest of the way to the ground, but rolls onto his back and sits up as quickly as he can. He's breathing hard, and already knows he's going to be limping badly for at least a week, but he cannot afford to present himself as a target for any others that might see him. The blade is wet with blood, as is Perón's hand and arm, but his grip is solid, and he's ready to go for his gun as well if need be.

A laugh can be heard behind the car and Ben just clears the fire which leaves as soon he clears it though appears again near his head and arms.

The Mage actually opens the door and peers out with a glare,

"Do you really think you can take her back?!"

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