Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150830164226/@comment-5543592-20150831055903

(Well, Riften seems the place to be xD)

Incanus had needed coin. He assumed the thieves had a lot of it. The problem had been getting said coin from said thieves. His solution was a magic show... of sorts. What he hadn't accounted for was the fact that thieves didn't like it when given a taste of their own medicine.

Which is probably why they were trying to beat the snot out of him in an alleyway right now.

"You little shit!" A Nord growled, slamming his fist into Incanus' nose. The Imperial's head snapped back and he cupped his face, stumbling backwards into a wall. "Don't you know who you're stealing from?  You can't just mess with the Guild and walk away."

Two more thieves backed up the Nord, although seemed to be letting their bigger, scarier friend do most of the hurting.

"Certainly we can come to some sort of hiatus while we decide terms." Incanus suggested, slightly muffled by the hands covering his nose. "I don't want to fight you, you certainly don't want to fight me.  We can work something out."

"Boy, I'm not going to fight you- I'm going to beat the fuck out of you."

Oh, well, in that case.  The Nord came at him once more, swinging for Incanus' head again, and the Imperial ducked. There was a crack as the Nord punched the stone wall with force, before screaming in shock and pain.

"I tried to offer peace." Incanus apologized before placing his palm flat on the Nord's chest, and blasting him with a lightning bolt, sending the thief flying into the opposite wall.

There was a moment of hesitation before the other two came at him.

''Oh boy!. '' Was his only thought when he saw both men coming for him. ''Well, time to get out of here. '' Incanus decided. Could he easily take them? Probably. But Incanus wasn't in the business of killing men. And he'd left his staff in the inn, so he'd have a hard time hitting people with it, since it was all the way back there.

The Imperial turned tail and ran.

"Ploughing coward!" He heard one of the two remaining thieves yell before the telltale sounds of  heavy footsteps sounded. They had given chase.

Incanus knew they could probably run faster than him. He wasn't captain athletic or anything. He just needed to get somewhere safe.

As the two parties stampeded down the alleyway, echoes bouncing off the walls, Incanus realised he was headed straight for the canal.

''Oh fuck... oh fuck... ''That would be a dead end. No way he could take these guys in the water. He came to a screetching halt, both thieves right on his tail. Incanus spun around to face his attackers, finally coming to a clever plan.

"Got him!"

"Stab his fucking guts out!"

The instant before they were on him, Incanus casted Whirlwind Cloak on himself. Instantly the winds roared and a cyclone took up it's presence around the mage.

"By Shor!" One thief cried as he was sucked off his feet by the spell, and tossed up into the air. He flew up, reached the peak of his launch, and then plummeted to the canal, where he landed with a crash.

"Oh gods!" The second yelped as he tried to back away, even throwing himself onto his stomach, but was still yanked to Incanus as if by imaginary hands, and then thrown up to the sky. The Imperial didn't even watch him come down. He simply walked away, feeling slightly disappointed having to solve another dispute with violence.

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Pierre, on the other hand, realised he was getting some sort of sadistic pleasure from beating the life out of a mugger, and had to stop himself.

That wasn't how he was raised.

Granted, he supposed the man had asked for it, and he was teaching him a lesson in some way, but the brutality of it still disturbed him on some level.

The rage he felt when he hit the climax of a fight wasn't anything new. In fact, he'd known his own brothers in arms to scramble from him. Pierre was a loose cannon in many ways. With his loyalties, personality, and fighting style. He was unpredictable in all three. It'd made it tough to garner friends at first, and he'd tried to fight it fora bit, but soon Pierre had accepted it. In a way, he was an agent of chaos. And many feared chaos, which gave him a distinct advantage over his enemies.

"Please sir... no more." The mugger begged, tears running from his eyes. Pierre had probably broken half the bones in the man's arm by now.

Pierre considered for a moment, before decidedly giving the mugger another stomp on the wrist just for the hell of it.

"Alright, yeah, get out of here." Pierre said with annoyance, once the man had finished screaming. "I'm done with you."

The malcontent was quick to oblige. Pierre probably looked like a juicy target, in his shining armor and bearing exquisite weapons. But everyone who fought him always got more than they bargained for. Pierre was a weapon in human form. He wasn't someone you wanted pointed in your direction.

The Breton decided that, after kicking the literal shit out of someone, he needed a good meal, and headed for the market.