The Grumpy Elantrian
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Ishek looked upon the battle occuring in the air, two incredibly powerful beings battling for the upperhand. Then Drako fell, and from the flames and lightning he did not rise. Moments later, Thundershriek raced to reach the ground, then mere metres from his goal, fell unconcious. Ishek rushed over to the broken form on the ground and didn't hesitate. He saw how powerful that creature was, and he heard the fear in Laonin's voice when he warned of Thundershriek not giving up the power. So he took the stamp Laonin had shown earlier from a pocket on Thundershrieks clothing and pressed the head against him, willing it to work. The form slowly returned to Laonin, glowing brilliantly in the process. Now that that was done, Ishek called for Aeodin to bring a healing Aon.
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Ishek turned and found the man he had hurled through the building earlier. There weren't many gangsters left, and the others seemed engaged, so he hurled hinself at this one. He grabbed his shardblade off the ground and, tapping steel, unleashed a flurry of attacks at his opponent. Strike after strike delivered onto the arms, legs, shoulders, back, any exposed target he could find. He attacked without regard for the damage he took, he could always tap gold later. For now he dealt damage to the dakhor facing him. Tapping peewter for extra strength and iron for weight, his blows began to sheer through the gangsters limbs. Finally Ishek turned to find another enemy, leaving behind a heap of disgugured bones, a skull with burnt out eyes staring upward. Ishek tapped gold once more and his wounds stopped gushing with blood, but he then realised his gold minds were depleted. He had taken more damage than he realised.
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Ishek rose, robes tattered and body bleeding from a multitude if wounds. Deep gashes and deeper cuts. Tapping gold he healed his wounds, not entirely, but he found himself once again being able to focus on things other than the pain.
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Ishek struggled on the ground with this man. Curse him for a rusting fool these were strong. He managed to position himself on top of his opponent and tapped iron further, making himself as heavy as two houses. After a moment, he felt sonething beneath him give way, as the gangster below him became a heaping immovable mess.
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Ishek regarded the other two and swatted one away to gove him time to engage the other. He stopped tapping pewter. Rust I'm using that up quickly. He hurled himself at the monk, tapping iron he threw himself to the ground with the man, grappling.
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Ishek turned from the wreckage of the wall whih the monk was thrown through. He turned to find three more monks running for him. He tapped steel and dashed between the three impossibly fast, his shardblade carried by his momentum and hacking into the three opponents, he got a few hits off on each, none killing but several managing to sever limbs with assistance from his pewter enhancwd muscles. He stopped and assessed his enemies... how to go about this. As a monk dashed for him he dropped his shardblade and tapped pewter massively, the most he'd tapped in a while. He grabbed the mans torso in one hand and his legs in the other, with a shout of defiance he wripped the gangster in half, hurling the remnants at the other two monks.
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Ishek started momentarily at the fact that the creatures bones stopped a shardblade. Rust that's annoying. Tapping zinc he recovered. If a shardblade won't fo it, maybe this will. Ishek filled iron to a point where he was almosg weightless, he tapped pewter to a point where he was ten times his regular strength. He tapped steel and thanks to the lightness of his body was able to accelerate his arm ludicrously. Jut before impact he tapped iron making his hand as heavy as a building. The combined speed, strength, and momentum made for a punch that cracked with a sound like thunder upon impact, hurling the bonefist backwards through a brick wall.
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Ishek's mouth drew to a line and, startling fast deapite his bulk, dashed forward blindingly fast. He brought his shardblade down in a monstrously powerful ark, hissing downward on one of the bonefists.
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Ishek regarded the dakhor monk. He too, had a shardblade. The confident nonchalant man began to infuriate ishek. Perhaps a bit of a show can scare them off... Ishek tapped pewter. His muscles swelling to the size of a body builder, easily three times his own size. Now, at three times the strength of a regular man, Ishek felt more confident.
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Ishek stood back, backing closer to the others, shardblade held in a stance foreign to it's design. "Ready when you are" he called over his shoulder to Laonin. He could take these things. He wasn't sure what they were but he would do his best.
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Ishek nodded to Laonin and in a quiet voice confirmed he would ensure that Laonin give up the power. He then turned to the side, to a position where he could watch for anyone approaching. He unlung the sheathed shardblade from his back and drew it, returning the scabbard to it's place over his shoulder. Then, tapping several tin minds, Ishek reached out to the world around him. Placing a hand on the ground allowed his heightened sense of touch to detect abnormal vibrations, like a spider in it's web. His improved hearing allowed him to hear the conversations of those around him as if their voices were raised, and he could hear every rat scurrying through alleys and wind howling through ruined homes. And his sense of smell allowed him to detect trouble even further afield, his nose now as keen as any tracking dog. And now he waited, along with the others, shardblade ready and metalminds full.
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Ishek appreciated Ishek's proposal. Efficient, as Ishek liked it. As the skybreaker approached, a sickly blackness where his eye should be, Ishek regarded the man. The eye only drawing his attention for a moment, Ishek was more drawn to the way the man held himself. A fighter, limber and free. In response to the mans inquiry, Ishek waited for Laonin to answer before replying with "What he said, or something." As the man - Amon - stepped from the shadows, Ishek found an explanation to the smell he noticed thanks to his tin mind. Uninterested in what followed, he agreed with Laonin's eventual statement to prepare for fighting. "I'll fill some metalminds" Ishek remarked, then moved off to do so. He didn't really need to store any attributes. His metalminds were filled with hours upon hours of attributes, but a bit mor couldn't hurt. He sat himself down in a comfortable position by the forge proper, and deflated as he filled his metalminds, eyes glazing over and earning a far off look.
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Accepting the notes from Laonin Ishek set himself down by a small stool, folio arrayed in front of him, and got to reading. He scrutinised each plan with precision. Architecture wasn't his specialty, military history and tactics took that place, but he had a good pool of architectural treaties in his metalminds. Finally, a task where he actually had some use. He worked quickly and efficiently, scribbling notes in shorthand on the pages borders. The plans were mostly good, Laonin seemed to know his business. There were a few minor corrections he had made, but nothing serious. Ishek couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed, at the first chance he had to actually do somethinh, he proved not needed. He looked up to find Laonin approaching, and in response to his question replied "Not much more than was done. Some minor corrections, but nothing to notable. You do a job well" With that, he grabbed a mug and filled it from the jug of coffee. Cold, annoyingly, but still coffee. He savoured that taste and awaited for more from Laonin. @Ookla the Ring
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Eyeing the girl in the corner, a half smile on his face, Ishek watched Laonin struggle with his negotiations with the child. As Laonin turned back to them, Ishek's face returned to it's regular deadpan expression, focussing on Laonin once more. "I know as little as you do, less in fact. I can't help in this regard" @Ookla the Ring
