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  1. Archer
    Mace was in a great deal of pain. Everything hurt. It was making it hard to think. Grunting, he rolled away. He wished that he carried a weapon. Anything would be helpful right now. Even a penknife. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Storm preparing something. To buy him time to get ready, Mace drew on some health, the charged back into battle. His opponent was on his feet already, but it didn't matter. Mace ran forward, then at last minute dropped into a slide tackle. He tripled his weight, hoping to topple the other man.
  2. Archer
    Mace had no idea what the abilities of a Siah Aimian were, so he continued along the wall, spear raised to strike. When he got close enough, he struck, thrusting the spear forwards. Hesseeri didn't even dodge. He merely grabbed the shaft of the spear and pulled it towards him. Mace was pulled off balance, his body crashing forwards. He smashed into the other man, sending them both to the ground. Startled and confused, Mace began to grapple, grabbing at Hesseeri's clothing as they rolled on the rock floor.
  3. Archer
    Mace tasted blood. His back hurt. His prisoner had escaped. In short, it just wasn't his day. Fortunately, he and Storm had prepared for something like this. They'd left a pair of spears by the stairs for them to use if need be. Mace stumbled to his feet and grabbed one as Jaco was busy talking. He was tempted to make a run at him, but he decided that probably wasn't wise given the circumstances. Instead, he used the spear to smash the two lamps lighting the windowless room. Without them, they were plunged into darkness. Mace smiled and drew on some extra eyesight so he could get around. Hopefully Jaco would be disoriented. Sneaking along the side wall, Mace prepared to attack.
  4. Archer
    As Mace knelt over Jaco's body, Storm came charging around the corner. In his hand he held what appeared to be a cane that he'd borrowed from someone. "Duck Mace!" he shouted. Mace ducked instinctively, leaving Jaco exposed. Storm swung, hitting Jaco on the side of his head. He moved to swing again, but Mace grabbed his arm. "He's unconscious! He's not a threat anymore," Mace said. Storm dropped the cane sheepishly. "Oh. Don't tell him I did that then," he responded before kneeling down to check on Jaco. "We need to get him somewhere safe. The crowd is looking annoyed at us." "I know just the place. The half-collapsed basement level of a house a few blocks from here. The government used to use it as a soothing station I think. It's been empty ever since, save for the occasional illicit card games." The two of them grabbed the unconscious body. Storm had had the foresight to tie Jaco's hands together with some rope he'd found. As the crowds pressed in on them, they took off, running for the underground hideout.
  5. Archer
    Blood splattered on Mace's arm. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. Every instinct told him to continue his assault, to stab the arsonist until he bled like a pig. No. He was better than this. He would think about this before he... Did. Anything. Regrettable. Mace started storing speed. His body slowed down, stopping his arm from moving forward to finish the job. He quickened his mental speed, thinking through the events of the past few minutes. As he thought, he looked at the crumpled, vulnerable body of Jaco laying in front of him. I can't hurt this guy, he thought. At least, not like this. There's something I've missed. I need to figure out what it is first. Mace quickened his speed back to normal. Kneeling down, he felt for a pulse. Jaco still had one thankfully, and a strong one at that. Mace used the shard of glass to cut part of his shirt off, then wrapped Jaco's arm with it. As he waited for him to awaken, Mace began to hum, imitating a catchy tune he'd heard a Parshendi friend humming once. He didn't know the words, but it had sounded cool.
  6. Archer
    Near the bakery: Mace slammed into the wall of a shop. He felt something inside him crack, so he emptied his gold metalmind a bit again. Now healed, he scrambled to his feet. He swung his arm into the window of the shop, shattering it. Glass fell like rain onto the display of cakes behind it. Mace grabbed one of the larger shards with his right hand, and a small cake with his left. Looking around, he saw that Jaco had moved into the shadow of one of the buildings across the street. He was doing something with his hands, but Mace didn't have time to figure out what it was. With a roar, Mace charged him head on. When he got close, he threw the cake at Jaco's head. Then he moved in closer, swiping at him with the glass.
  7. Archer
    Jaco bolted like a scared deer. Mace gave chase, pushing through the crowd to get to him. "STOP THAT MAN!" he bellowed. "HE STOLE THAT WOMAN'S PURSE!" As Jaco continued down the street, Mace turned into a side alleyway. Drawing on some extra speed, he zoomed through the empty side streets to get ahead of him. He then jumped back out onto the main road to tackle Jaco. To avoid hurting him, he skimmed some of his weight so the blow wasn't so painful.
  8. Archer
    At the bakery: Mace just got hurt. As he lay on the ground, he was aware of Jaco fiddling with something in his hands. Then the world turned orange. The heat of the blast washed over his arms and legs. His ears started ringing. He realized that some crates had fallen on him. The air made weird whoosing sounds as the flour dust that had collected in the sill air of the bakery exploded. Finally reacting, Mace started storing heat. Pushing a burning box off of himself, he stumbled to his feet, but immediately regretted it. Smoke filled his lungs. He wished that he'd had the foresight to store some extra breath. Mace fell to his hands and knees and started crawling through the burning rubble. His eyes stung. Finally, he reached the door. Getting to his feet once more, he rammed it with his shoulder, using some extra strength to reduce it to splinters after a few good hits. Just as he was about to step outside, he was thrown into the street by the force of a secondary explosion. As Mace lay in the gutter watching the bakery burn, he started emptying one of his goldminds. A crowd had started to gather. One or two of them looked like they were considering going into to see what they could steal from the burning building. The crowd was so diverse, full of - there. Mace spotted Jaco, smiling like a madman, dancing through the crowds. He seemed to be reveling in the destruction he'd caused. Mace got to his feet. "Out of my way!" he shouted, pushing aside bystanders as he charged toward the arsonist. He wanted answers, and there was only one way to get them. "Don't let him get away!"
  9. Archer
    *tries to think of questions to ask a sword* Hi SassyNightblood! What's your favourite way to kill people?
  10. Archer
    Mace was confused by the use of the word 'meow'. So confused that he missed seeing Jaco's punch altogether. It caught him just under the chin, causing him to drop Jaco on the ground. Mace fell backwards, holding his throat. He tried to yell a warning to Storm, but was having trouble doing so. The best he could do was roll to the side to the partial cover of a few nearby crates.
  11. Archer
    This made Mace pause. Perhaps he'd been too blunt. But he was committed to the good cop/bad cop routine now, so he was going to see it through. Grabbing Jaco by the front of his shirt, he pulled him to his feet. "Alright little man," he said slowly and loudly. "Tell... Us... Why... You... Can't... Talk... Right." Mace was a lot of things, but a psychiatrist was not one of them.
  12. Archer
    Immediately, a hoard of Dark Alley denizens descended upon them. A veritable host of spiked rats, beavers, and other small woodland creatures. They formed a furry wall around the spike, glaring at the intruders with their tiny black eyes. Getting to the worldspike wasn't as easy as Solace had assumed.
  13. Archer
    Mace knew very little about medicine. But someone had told him once that a cup of tea was good for situations like this. After he'd prepared one, he brought it over to the patient. With a flick of his wrist, he poured the tea over Jaco's head. Hopefully that shocks him out of it, he thought to himself.
  14. Archer
    The imploded universe was loaded into a cannonity cannon and shot in the general direction of Butt.
  15. Archer
    "Indeed," Mace replied. "I'm worried that he might have a concussion." Mace had found a medical kit in preparation of Storm's arrival. "Would you mind taking a look at him? I'm worried about the little guy." As Storm moved towards the third occupant of the room, Mace began heating up some water for tea, using an old fabrial he'd found in one of the creates.
  16. Archer
    Meanwhile, in the bakery: Mace didn't understand his companion. In fact, the constant riddles were a little disturbing. Mace decided to call in an expert. He looked around the room. There were boxes everywhere. Surely one of them had what he needed. "Oi! Help me move this stuff," he commanded. Alas, he poetic friend just sat there. A few minutes later, Mace found what he was looking for. An bottle of ink, the kind used for ledgers. Grabbing some notepaper from the stack by the door, he pulled out a spanreed and prepared to write. He'll know what to do, Mace thought as he summoned his fellow TUBA member with the stroke of his reed.
  17. Archer
    Archer donated some vines for the funeral. Strangely, the mourners didn't appreciate being given six second videos. Archer blamed their poor taste on exposure to fourth wall dust.
  18. Archer
    Mace accepted the offered loaf of bread. As he chewed it, he watched his friend gobble down a box of muffins. "So tell me," Mace said, "What brings you to these parts?" As he waited for the reply, he got up to peek out the window. He caught his reflection in the glass. A haggard face, with a mirthless smile. His eyes seemed older than his face somehow. He didn't like it. Outside, crows picked at the flesh of a dead beggar. There would be no funeral.
  19. Archer
    Hello @KvotheRuhBorn! Welcome to the Shard. What's your favourite book? P.S. Props for the Kingkiller reference in your username.
  20. Archer
    I'm honored to have been summoned. Thanks for the ping @Nathrangking Overall Comments: Grammar and Spelling Stuff: (for what I had time to read) Specific Critique:
  21. Archer
    Mace reappeared, landing on the concrete floor of what appeared to be a TUBA bakery. The smell of vanilla and coco assailed him. Scadrial then. Randomly choosing a card hadn't been as foolhardy as it had seemed, he'd drawn on some luck as he chose. A light flickered to life beside him. He turned to see a man gobbling down some bread. Mace recognized him. "Hey! How's it going?" he inquired as he sat on a nearby crate to eat the leftovers from the day.
  22. Archer
    Congratulations TFA! I look forward to getting my statue.
  23. Archer
    Mace was done thinking. It was time for action! He reached into his pocket and grabbed a random Tia card. With a poof, he disappeared.
  24. Archer
    The large gregarious marine mammal who was currently in a hospital was angry too. A misunderstanding had caused some mimes to start hunting for it and its three brothers. It was used to it though, such was the life of a broken fourth walrus.
  25. Archer
    *hands over a fortune cookie* When you open it, the fortune reads: Hufflepuff! But be sure to tell everyone that you're in Gryffindor, it will save you from a lot of pitying looks and embarrassment. P.S. There's a small chance a popular movie will be come out with a main character from your house that will revive people's interest in y'all. Here's hoping. Your lucky number is 20, which is coincidentally the highest score you'll ever get in a quidditch game. *passes Gancho a cookie* It's a chocolate chip cookie, made with sticks of chocolate and potato chips. Enjoy!
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