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Lindow felt his eyebrows lift when Damien mentioned that he had actually managed to secure some information for them whilst he'd been making a fool out of himself. Leaning back against the bars of the cell, he watched Ryia struggle to untie the man as he had a go at making her squirm with his usual flirtatious banter. One would think she'd have gotten used to the swordsman's antics by now... "Maybe we should keep the rope incase he gets frisky..." Lindow chirped from the back of the group before addressing Damien. "So, the suspense is killing me. What did your minotaur friend have to say?" As he spoke he studied Damien closely. Though he fairly sure that the man could be trusted, something about his mannerisms didn't seem quite genuine. The more time they spent with him, the more certain Lindow was that he was this happy go-lucky persona was some sort of front. Or perhaps the paranoia of voices that lingered from the darkness spirit were beginning to have some sort of lasting effect...
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Lindow scoffed at the mention of Damien's refusal to give up is sword even when unconscious. This wasn't the first time he a noticed the other man's deep attachment to the elven blade, and it made the mysterious weapon even more interesting to him. Watching Ryia catch the key, Lindow nodded in thanks to the Sheriff before following beside the earth chosen. As the they strolled deeper into the prison, he idly studied the contents of the various cells they passed. "After we're done collecting our chaperone, I think we should look into speaking with whomever is running this city." He said to the two girls whilst adjusting his cloak with a bored expression. "Maybe they might be able to give us some direction..."
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The fact that Damien had gotten himself into trouble wasn't the least bit surprising to Lindow. "Hm," Listening to Ryia speak, he once again found himself fascinated by how sheepish the girl could be when she wasn't smashing through their opposition. Part of him wanted to remind her that she was probably amongst the strongest people in the room- or the town even, but it would certainly not be received in a manner that would make a difference. People were funny that way... "Yes, I suppose we should go collect him. I hope that blade of his alright..." Lindow answered the earth chosen's question with a nod. Though instead of stepping back, he slid forward towards the bar. "But before we head out, have you heard anything interesting lately, my friend?" He addressed the barkeep with a smile whilst producing a sack of gold from his belt. "We'll make it worth your while, and if our friend has any debts I'll gladly take care of them now as well."
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Whilst the group made the trip back to where their quest had started, Lindow used the time to heal and think on the conversation regarding the demon gates. Though Keres seemed to be certain otherwise, the man wasn't quite ready to do away with the notion that there was a someone pulling the strings behind gates and their activity. Though as to how they would go about finding the gate's new location... he didn't really care what the party did, so long as the path kept leading through strong opponents. Once they had managed to enter the town proper, Lindow gave Geoff a nod just before the other man promptly ran off begin another adventure. Watching the buffalo chosen disappear from view, Lindow suddenly remembered that they never asked why Geoff had thought he'd been chosen to begin with. With the brief goodbye to the outsider taken care of, the party of heroes too began to split up. Even though he had been the first to make contact with the client, Lindow had no interest in telling her the fate of her husband. So naturally when Ryia she'd be going to fetch Damien, he was quick to slink over to her side. "I'd bet he's stewing at the same hole in the wall we found him in last time..." He said whilst lazily resting both thumbs in the straps of his armor. "I'll get us a round! I'd say we deserve it after taking care of those beastmen and like." Glancing over to Keres, he waved for to join them. "Come on, let's see if your magic works with the good kind of water..."
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Lindow couldn't help but snicker at the impromptu crash course that Reinaan gave about the gates and their effects. He's eating and had slowed down considerable now, and by the time Ryia addressed the group, the Thunder was slumped backwards with his hand resting on his stomach. "Most definitely." Lindow was the first to respond to the girls question. Peering into the crackling embers of the fire, he recounted their fierce clash with the fire elemental with a dreamy smirk. "Judging from what we know so far, I'd say it's safe to assume that our enemies are mages like the man on fire. No normal ilk would have the faculties to be near the gate for long periods of time, let alone move it or harness its power." Though he didn't feel the need to mention it, Lindow could feel his suspicion for the council growing larger yet again. "By the way he was speaking, I don't think they're completely immune the demon realm's effects either... " He glanced and Reinaan and tickled the air as if he were sprinkling fairy dust at the boy. "With that in mind, it's likely that not all the members of this... organization will be so eager to confront us directly like he did. Heck, if I were tasked with tending to one of these things, I'd be more inclined to use some kind of creature or maybe even a natural deterrent of sorts." Lindow brought his hand up to his lip as he toyed with the idea for a moment. "I think we should look into the island that villagers seem so weary of... it almost too perfect not to provide any leads."
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"I see... so I did over do it." Lindow took a moment to process the information Keres had presented. The fact their client's husband was dead hadn't been a very surprising revelation at all, but he'd be sure to remember the girl's explanation for what had happened during his battle with the weasel. "It's important to know our limits. I guess this was a good experiment if we think about it like that..." He said whilst studying the water chosen. Peering into the plain looking girl's blank expression, Lindow's felt his lips curl into playful smile. "are you going to write about me in your notes?" Having spent the most of his youth picking through trash, Lindow was far from picky eater. So whilst the rest of the group chatted amongst themselves about food and hunting, the Thunder Chosen went about dutifully stuffing his face full the charred weasel meat. Those who ventured too close would risk also joining the weasel as calories to fuel his agile movements. "Speaking of our journey..." He finally chimed in after Ryia between one of his bites. "unless I'm missing something, It looks like we're still none closer to finding the Gate."
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"A flying beast, huh?" Lindow's hand moved up to his chin whilst Ryia and Geoff recounted their battle against the Roc. Embers of interest that were almost childlike flickered in is eye as the man pictured a mighty foe descending from the sky to test his might. Clearly the chosen of buffalo was an unreliable storyteller at best, but regardless the beast must have been impressive, judging from the power he had felt flow into him earlier. "Next time someone else is staying behind..." He grumbled with a pout. Hearing Pyrrha tell Keres about his injury, the witch hunter turned to face the water chosen with smile whilst patting the ground next to him, "My body seemed to have failed me when tried to harness thunder earlier. I don't think I'll be able to heal myself for a bit... care to teach me any tricks to get the juices flowing again, little Keres?" Whilst Lindow spoke, Reinaan moved over to sniff around the corpse of the weasel. After a moment of study, the boy keenly observed that the creature and barely touched the elf at all, causing Lindow to sigh. "Looks like the thing left you alone for the most part. Lucky break after that big pack. So how'd ya kill it?" Barely. "The wild life here is cheeky. The thing just shot out of the grass and had a go at making a meal out of us..." He did his best to tell the story without sounding resentful about Pyrrha's hesitation, making it seem like there wasn't much to the battle. A brief sideways glance towards the elf was the only indication of he feelings. "Evidently it found me to be the more appetizing of the two, so I repaid the compliment by aquatinting it's brain with one of my daggers." Lindow punctuated his sentence by thrusting is index finger toward the dead weasel's face with a sneer. "Was there any sign of the woman's husband out there?"
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Staring at the girl’s cloak for a minute, Lindow sighed before using his dagger to sheer off a few lengths of fabric. It was crude, but luckily this wasn’t the first time he was forced to improvise when it came to this sort of thing.... "Have you got a knife on you I can skin this thing with?" Pyrrha’s inquiry caused his brow to furrow slightly. It hadn’t even occurred to him that they had just caught a meal for themselves, and perhaps the others, should they ever return. “One or two...” Lindow grunted before reaching back and pulling a second dagger from his belt. After downing another potion and tending to his leg, Lindow spent the next couple hours or so helping Pyrrha prepare the weasel beside a small fire. The state that his body was in made the work slow and grueling. But by the time the other Chosen arrived, they would find Lindow staring into the fire with an exhausted air about him. “Yo,” Lindow studied the returning group for a moment from his seat by the fire. It only took a few glances to confirm the suspicion that had suddenly bloomed about an hour prior their arrival. “I felt something familiar on the wind. You guys met a strong opponent out there didn’t ya?”
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Whilst dust settled around the corpse of the weasel, Lindow found himself sitting beside the creature with his wounded leg clutched tightly. The witch hunter's breathing was ragged. Peering down at his own blood, Lindow tried his beast to steady his breathing but found little success. His body felt heavy, and even the process of freeing his blade from the weasel's eye nearly required more strength than he could muster. "Looks like we caught dinner..." He glanced to Pyrrha and flashed the girl a grim smile as shifted to put some pressure on his injury to stop the bleeding. There was no way that he'd be able to use the Light Spirit's magic to heal himself in this state... A raspy sigh escaped the man's lips as it occurred to him that the others still hadn't returned yet either. Had the encountered trouble? Not that he was in any position to do anything about it if they had. Pushing the thoughts of the other Chosen far away, Lindow tuned back in to his own last than ideal facticity. He was busted up pretty badly, and as far as he was concerned the pair was doomed if it were up to solely the Wind Chosen to defend them both. The best he could do for anyone at the moment was get himself in stable condition before another creature decided to try it's luck- because today would be the day it hit jackpot. With solemn, focused expression he shakily used free hand to reach into his pouch. Producing one of the three healing potions that had been growing dust in there, Lindow hastily yanked the cork free with his teeth before bringing the bottle to his lips and chugging its contents.
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It all happened so quickly. Before he could react, Lindow found himself on the ground with Pyrrha dashing over to his aid. Though the weasel's jaws only seemed to grow tighter by the moment, despite Chosen's strike to the neck. The pain was immense, causing Lindow to growl like an animal himself as he quickly leaned in to plunge his dagger into his attacker's eye. All too aware of the risks of wasting even a moment, the man also used hilt of the Bandit Cleaver to pry at the monster's maw whilst he tried to work the smaller blade up into it's brain. A desperate attempt to end it's life before the creature could take his leg...
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Lindow drew his dagger back when he saw the creature’s attention shift to his sword arm. He had planned to use the opportunity to plunge it into the weasel’s skull, but it seemed as if the monster had lost it’s nerve. Was it trying to put him between itself and Pyrrha? The wildlife on this island was certainly rather cheeky. The initial shock of having his body rejecting the spirit magic had faded. With his head clear, Lindow took in a breath. If the rodent had moved behind him as a means of dealing with their numbers, then it was hoping to land a killing blow. He’d respond in kind. Exhaling deeply, the Thunder Chosen suddenly erupted into movement once more. Gracefully shifting his footing, he pivoted sideways to avoid the predicted strike to his upper body whilst swing the Bandit Cleaver in a sideways arc to be sure that the weasel still got a mouthful of something.
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It seemed he had reached his magical limited without realizing. Stumbling slightly at the loss of his vision, Lindow's face twisted in pain from the ringing in his ears. He wasn't able to react in time to stop the weasel from closing in and wrapping around him. But luckily the Wind Chosen had his back this time. Sensing the weasel's grip weaken slightly after Pyrrha's axe bit into it's side, Lindow seized the opportunity immediately. He knew better than to try using his magics again. Instead opting to grab one of his daggers, Lindow plunged the length of the blade into his captor's side whilst thrashing around wildly. This seemed to make coiling around the Thunder Chosen more trouble than it was worth. Though after releasing the man from it's grasp, the weasel quickly lunged towards his feet in an attempted to take the Thunder Chosen to the ground. Reacting immediately , Lindow hopped backwards whilst swinging his boot in an attempt to kick the creature in it's face. As he moved, he brought the Bandit Cleaver downwards for a one-handed slash.
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"Have you... met a witch hunter before me?" Having just been relishing the idea of wiping the Abyss Seekers out, hearing that Pyrrha had dreams of joining their ranks had definitely thrown Lindow for a bit of a loop. Had he been misreading this girl the whole time? Or was it more likely that the Wind Chosen just wasn't aware of the cruel nature that was pretty much compulsory for the people she seemed all too eager to be working with... Weighing both prospects for a moment, Lindow finally smiled before opening his mouth to speak again. Though before he could utter a word, the Thunder Chosen's attention was stolen by a sudden flash of movement from the tall grass to their right. It was a large rodent. One that seemed to have mistaken him for food. Following the creatures movements with a blank expression, Lindow let the rag he had been using plop to the ground as the beast closed in for an attack. "Here." Flickers of the Thunder Spirit's magic began to dance around Lindow's body. They only took seconds gather strength before finally erupting into a Lilly's Discharge. just as the weasel entered his attack range. Whilst the cyan lighting chirped and lashed out around him, Lindow seamlessly took a step backwards, swinging his Bandit Cleaver at his attacker with a sudden upwards stroke as the vermin dealt with the electricity.
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"So, uh..." The Wind Chosen's voice prompted Lindow to look up from cleaning his blades. He watched the girl neutral expression, waiting patiently for her to form her thought whilst idly wiping the blood from his Bandit Cleaver. "You know, uh, they told me a bit about you all. The Council. N, Not for any ulterior motive, though! I was the one who asked. Just for the basics. The rest of you were out adventuring and getting to know each other, and I thought it would be really awkward to have some newbie kid along who was out of the loop, so I wanted to know what surface-level knowledge I could get about the other Chosen. So, I've been wondering... are you really a witch hunter?" Pyrrha's lit up with what seemed to be genuine excitement. It seemed her latest near death experience did nothing to put a damper on the girls bright spirit... "Oh," Lindow's response was immediate. Having initially thought the girl was planning to use this chance to ask him about his use of the Light and Dark elements, the Thunder Chosen hadn't been prepared to discuss the Abyss Seekers. "I was a hunter, yes." He said with a kind smile. For a second Lindow found himself recalling how young Reinaan had acted when the boy had first discovered his occupation. Probably because the twinkle of wonder in Pyrrha's eyes was so similar. It was a tad interesting. Even though they had been traveling with little Keres this whole time, they seemed fine with hearing tales of how he had cut down countless of her kind. "Though after two lifetimes of that kind of work, I think I can say with certainty that I wont be returning to my duties once this quest of ours is over." His smile widened. "Of course my former employers don't take kindly to deserters. So at the very least I can look forward to them coming after me... if any of them feel up to dealing with someone who's actually looking to fight for a change." Lindow could feel his own excitement flicker at the thought. "And you? What will the tales say of the second Wind Chosen ?"
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Though none amongst the gnolls had proved to be a true warrior, this last battle certainly had kept the team active for a bit. Tending to Ryia's wounds with a disinterested expression, Lindow yawned as he watched the other Chosen begin to investigate the scene. With every moment he used the Light's Spirit magic, he felt more of his stamina slipping away, and by the time he had finished restoring Ryia to a point where she could travel without her arm falling off, Lindow wanted to do nothing more than take another nap. However, it seemed that fate demanded that the party to begin moving once again if they wanted to get to the bottom of this missing persons case. "we- we should probably keep looking." Seeing the Earth Chosen struggle, Lindow sighed before helping her right herself despite the weight of her armor. Sighing from the effort involved, the man shook his head and motioned towards Kloqah and Geoff's buffalo companion whilst Reinaan began to follow the trail. "I'm sure you know you'll be a liability if another battle breaks out, my dear. Why don't you take a break, and catch a ride with one of our friends for a bit?" He addressed Ryia in a polite tone. Though question mark was purely ornamental. He still had to tend to Pyrrha's injuries as well, and the thought of having to repair Ryia's arm a second time filled him with dread... " You cant protect anyone if you're dead after all." As the group continued to investigate the blood trail, Lindow let the others take point whilst he covered the flank and begun the process of restoring the Wind Chosen's vitality.
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Lindow dipped to the side to allow Reinaan stumbled past him as the warg began backing away from the group. Whilst Keres began jot notes about the creature's behavior, both Reinaan and Ryia took position to face the beast one last time. However it was painfully obvious that the Earth Chosen would be relegated to the sidelines due to her injuries, and judging by the way he was moving... the Fire Chosen also wasn't in the best shape. Having barely sustained damage yet himself, Lindow knew that it would be up to him to be the deciding factor this time around. The thought of the effort he was about to put forth for this simple beast caused him to sigh, yet even so he took a low stance and placed both hands on the Bandit Cleaver's hilt. When Reinaan looked his way, the Thunder Chosen responded with a nod. Watching as the boy charged forward to meet the warg head on, Lindow's eyes narrowed as the creature lunged forward at the draken just as one would expect from a cornered animal. Lindow winced at the sight. Though collision happened far too quickly for him to do anything to help his comrade deal with the initial impact, the man made up for it by closing on the wolf's flank just before the creature had a moment's reprieve. A crimson mist took the air as his first slash bit into the warg's legs, causing the massive beast to fold over and tumble to the ground. With a blur of movement and two flashes steel, Lindow skillfully stepped in, swinging the Bandit Cleaver upwards to slash at warg's exposed belly before quickly bringing the blade down into the creature's neck. He left it there for a moment. Exhaling deeply as he watched the last traces of life leave the creature at his feet. With with battle finally over, Lindow yanked his blade free from the warg's corpse before turning to the rest of the group. Swinging the Bandit Cleaver once to clean its blade, he began walking towards Ryia with a strange expression. "You won't be able to continue like that, my dear..." He said in grim tone. The blood from his last attack had left streaks of crimson that were now dripping down his messy locks as the man peered down at the Earth Chosen with a shark eyes. Lindow would loom over her like this long moment before slowly reaching out... Ryia would feel the warmth of the Light Spirit's magic wash over her immediately. Smirking, Lindow let his gaze soften as he began studying her wounds with a friendly smile. "You're rather good at playing the diversion, Reinaan. Remind me to take a turn next time, yea?" He called back to the boy without looking away from his current task. "Let's get our new friend over her too before we need another replacement..."
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Lindow shuffled to the left to avoid crashing into Geoff when the other man went to slash at the warg. Grunting, he quickly continued his pursuit. He wasn't able to make it in time to stop the beast from chomping into Ryia. Though luckily the Earth Chosen thought quickly on her feet, and was able force the warg to release it's grip on her before it could cause any damage that couldn't be repaired. Lindow's eyes lingered on Ryia for a moment whilst Reinaan finish off the gnoll leader and made a move towards the warg. The girl had sustained far too many injuries and would need about the same level of treatment as Pyrrha at this point. This battle needed to end. Seeing that Reinaan had managed to get a grip on the beast, Lindow promptly closed in for the kill. Hastily returning his longsword to it's scabbard, the Thunder Chosen approached from the side with cyan lightening furiously chirping in his palm. "Die." His tone was cold has he stepped forward and swung the Bandit Cleaver towards the creature's legs, before going to pierce it's chest with the Third Blade.
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Lindow ignored Geoff's question entirely. The lion's share of his attention was on the warg, and when he noticed that the creature seemed to be planning to slip away, the man quickly grabbed another throwing knife and tossed it towards the beast's fast. Seemingly ready this time, the warg used it's head to bat the tiny blade away before it could do any damage. Though Lindow had suspected this would be the case, and as he watched the warg deal with the throwing knife, the man was already preparing for his next attack. Quickly switching the Bandit Cleaver over to his left hand, Lindow dashed forward whilst drawing his longsword with his right. He tilted his body to delver an upwards stroke with bandit cleaver, but before he could follow through, the warg shot forward to slam it's head into his chest. "Oof" He wheezed. With the wind knocked out of him, Lindow was sent stumbling backwards as the warg took off towards the other battle. Gritting his teeth, Lindow struggled to regain his footing before taking a deep breath to steady his breathing. "In coming!" He called out to the others before shooting after the warg at full speed with both weapons at the ready.
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"Leave. Leave food. Will eat you instead if stay." The warg snarled at the two men as it took a step backwards. "You wouldn't happen to know where we could find the Demon Gate, would you?" Lindow met the warg's sharp gaze with neutral expression. He figured that with the creature's senses, it wouldn't be completely absurd that it might know something. If it was smart enough to try and negotiate, perhaps the warg could be of use for something more than testing his new blades... "What is....gate?" The warg tilted it's head in confusion. “Demons." Resting the Bandit Cleaver on his shoulder, Lindow smiled. If he had absorbed the Nature Spirit, would he be able to talk to animals like this all the time? There was something oddly charming about the warg's brutish nature, and it made him wonder if most animals had the same air about them but lacked the means to convey it. "We didn't come out here looking for you... we're searching for things that don't belong to this land. Have you noticed anything strange, friend?" "Am hungry. Don't care about....belonging. Just food." The monster responded with a growl. "You can have the food." He lied. It was possible that the effects of the Demon Gate were causing it's hunger... Lindow toyed with the idea for a moment before dismissing it with a sigh. None of the gnoll seemed to be twisted like the bodies of the creatures that were effected during the fight with fire mage. The creature was probably always hungry, and was simply doing what i thought was necessary for it's survival. "Just tell me what I want to know and it's yours, along with your life..." "Too much talk! Go or be food." "Alright." Negotiations were officially over. Shrugging, Lindow shifted his stance to one more suitable to counter rather than attack. "Come then... I've got a new trick to teach you." He said with smile as he watched the warg with eyes that also seemed to be hungry. "Let's see you play dead!"
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Without much hesitation, the leader of the gnolls took off towards the wagons to finish off the wounded Wind Chosen. It left Ryia to the warg, who rushed towards the Earth Chosen as of planning to to cover it's rider's escape. Though in it's haste, the beast failed to notice that Ryia's shadow had begun to quiver and twisted in a rather unnatural manner. Just as the warg got close to enough strike, a blade of crackling energy shot out from the darkness to intercept the beast. The effects were instant. With the sudden current of electricity causing the warg's body to seize up and spasm as Lindow emerged from Ryia's shadow with the Third Blade still angrily chirping in his extended hand. "Good grief..." The witch hunter addressed the Earth Chosen with a glance. "It would be shame to lose the Wind Chosen twice." He said whilst pointing back over his shoulder with his thumb. If he knew Ryia like the thought he did, Lindow was sure she would go running to the other girl's aid now that she had an opening... As Lindow spoke he watched the warg regain it some of it's composure. With a growl the beast turned him and lunged, breaking off the end of the extended Third Blade was lodged in it's body. Grinning at the warg's strength Lindow hopped backwards, retracting what remained of his spear of lightning to form it into a cutting edge around his left hand. Simultaneously, he reached grabbed the handle of the Bandit Cleaver to release a quick downwards stroke towards his attacker, who was forced leap backwards to avoid being cleaved. It certainly was much more skilled the the gnoll he had slaughtered earlier. "Magic. Disgusting." The warg snarled in the common tongue as Lindow surged forward. "Oh wow it talks!" The man didn't care to hide his amusement. He had heard of creatures such as this but this was the first time he had ever laid eyes on one. "what other tricks do you know?!" Swinging the Third Blade in a wide arc, Lindow intended to follow with an upwards strike with his sword. However it seemed the warg had other plans. Seeing the creature intentional take his first attack, Lindow's grin flickered as the beast went to try and bite down on his right arm during the second swing. Losing an arm was certainly not on the agenda... Quickly pulling back mid-stroke, Lindow clenched his fist to dispel the last remnants of Thunder Magic in his free hand. A loud snap could be heard, as the warg slammed it's jaws closed, narrowly missing it's target due to the man's speed. With a grunt, Lindow hammered his shield down into the beast's face whilst moving back to regain his footing. The warg responded by pushing the small shield away with a swing of it's head before lunging at Lindow again as if trying to tackle him. The Thunder Chosen's eyes narrowed. The warg had to weigh at least four times his own body weight, and he had no intention of seeing what would happen if the two of them were to have a head on collision. Thus, his shadow sprang to his aid, quickly raising from the ground between the two in order to protect it's owner as he hopped backwards to gain some distance. Knowing all too well that his hasty defense would only buy him a few precious moments, Lindow began to backpedal whilst reaching for a pair of throwing knives. When warg broke through his shadow, he would reward it by tossing the two razor blades towards the creature's face with intention of blinding it.
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Lindow wasn't the least bit surprised when the gnoll dodged his first attack, given how long it had to brace itself. Seeing the creature duck down and go to stab him with it's spear, the Thunder Chosen let the momentum of his swing carry his body to the left for a dodge whilst swiping his short sword upwards to try and slice through the frail looking shaft. The gnoll quickly pulled it's weapon back, just in time to avoid having it destroyed. Though while his opponent focused on saving it's spear, Lindow was already pivoting unto his back foot in preparation for a follow up attack. Thrusting his longsword under the gnolls left breast, Lindow sneered as the creature tried retaliate with another poke from it's spear, despite the near fatal wound it had just received. A spray of blood painted the air as Lindow yanked his longsword free. Using his shield arm to deflect the spear, he quickly slashed at the beast's side, leaving another gash and causing the spear to fly out of the gnoll's hands. Seeing dying gnoll make a desperate reach for it's axe, Lindow sprang into action once more, quickly slicing it's hand with his longsword before finishing the beast off with his short sword. The gnoll let out a whimper before falling back, dead before it hit the ground. With all the enemies on his front cleared out, Lindow shook the vile blood from his blades as he turned his eye to other side of the battlefield. "Tsk," Things weren't looking good for the other Chosen, but at least none them had gotten themselves killed just yet. "Hey, we're not done..." He called over Geoff. "help the little one will ya?" As he spoke, the Thunder Chosen's shadow grew darker, bubbling and expanding as it began to hungrily swallow it's owner's boots, then his entire body soon after. Moving through the realm of shadows, Lindow made his way towards the wall of earth that Ryia had erected moments prior.
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"I would be far more impressed if had chosen to actually finish one off..." Lindow responded to Geoff's gloating with a shrug before reaching down and plucking the short spear from the hands of the corpse at his feet. "you move pretty well though." Taking only a moment to line up his shot, Lindow tossed the borrowed weapon towards the gnoll with the injured shoulder. Watching the spear lodge itself into the creature's leg, the Thunder Chosen closed in on his target with a sudden burst of speed. He met the gnoll with a thrust from his longsword, observing it's sloppy attempt to block with the axe carried, as he powered through and drove the blade deep into the monster's chest. Though that didn't seem to be enough to outright kill it. Struggling to use the last of it's strength, the gnoll whimpered and took a final swing of it's axe. Lindow responded in kind, quickly drawing his short sword and parrying the attack, before stepping in and driving both blades even deeper into the Gnoll's body for a brutal finishing blow. With another enemy defeated, Lindow took a moment to inhale deeply. He could hear the others fighting the rest of the pack, but didn't bother to look back to check on them. He needed to trust that they could hold their own until he and Geoff cleared this side of the battlefield. If this was too much, then they were doomed from the start after all... He exhaled. Pushing back the tiny inklings of concern, Lindow kicked the dead gnoll free from the embrace of his swords. Landing on his front foot, the Thunder Chosen took off towards the gnoll that had been lingering in the back of the group. Twirling his short sword to a reverse grip in his left hand, he attempted to slice at the creature's throat with the longsword in his right hand.
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As the whoops and cries of the gnolls grew closer, Lindow's expression darkened. Things would get very ugly if the horde managed to break the Chosen's formation with this death charge. "Pyrrha," He called Elf's name over the noise after seeing both Ryia and Geoff meet the first of their attackers without hesitation. "go help the others, dear. Leave this side to us..." Though he was sure the other three Chosen could hold their own on the battlefield, the sheer numbers they faced were worrisome. It'd be much easier for the Thunder Chosen to cut loose knowing that they had someone providing firing support... As the words left his lips, Lindow watched Geoff skillful knock two of the gnoll to the ground. The man's moves were rather impressive, and even though he was surrounded, the buffalo ridder clearly had control of the situation. Not wanting to let the opening slip away, Lindow quickly raised his crossbow and fired a bolt towards one of the gnolls to Geoff's right, killing it instantly with a well placed shot to side of the head. Quickly discarding his crossbow behind the wagon, Lindow sprung towards his next target with his longsword already drawn. Before the downed gnoll could bring itself back up to its feet, Lindow was upon it. Without a word, the witch hunter dropped down and blunged his blade deep into the creature's chest, causing it to thrash around in agony for just a moment, before ending its life with a twist his wrist. With two down, he ripped his blade free from his victim's corpse whilst watching to see what the other three would do in response.
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Lindow had been studying the trail of blood leading away from the farm when the pack Gnolls came into view. "Hm," The man quickly brought himself up to his feet as his gaze danced amongst the groups of savage looking figures until finally landing on one that stood out as the leader. The Alpha Gnoll only seemed slightly bigger than the rest of its brethren, but Lindow could already tell that it had the potential to be a worthy opponent along with it's mount. They'd need to thin the pack's numbers a bit before he'd even have the chance to test this though... "It seems we've been mistaken for prey..." He said whilst observing the way the Gnoll were approaching the group. Things were finally starting to pick up, and Lindow could feel a grin creep across his face as he tightened the straps on his new shield before making his way towards the mule. His movements were quick and deliberate. Within moments he had already grabbed two crossbows and prepared a pair of quivers with several bolts. "Reinaan," He called out to the boy before tossing the young Draken both weapon and ammunition in kind. "shall we remind them where they stand on the food chain, my friend?" Already loading his own crossbow, Lindow positioned himself behind the middle cart and begun sizing up the group coming from the left. When he finally settled on a target, the man stepped out from behind his cover and took aim, firing not long after. The bolt sailed true, striking the Gnoll in the middle of left formation but lacking the power to kill the creature outright. Without wasting another moment, Lindow ducked back behind the wagon once again and begun readying his next shot. The quicker they dealt with the less Gnolls, the quicker he could see about engaging the leader.
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Having awoken when he felt his ride stop moving, Lindow laid lazily on Kloqah's back with his eyes closed. He couldn't really tell how long they had been traveling for, but after taking a moment to listen to the other Chosen, he realized that they still hadn't arrived at their destination. Shifting slightly, Lindow allowed himself to slide off of Kloqah, landing silently on the worn path before finally taking a moment to check out his surroundings. The bodies were the first thing to catch his interest, but that was rather short lived when he realized that those poor souls had been dead long before the group had gotten there. "Thank you," He whispered to Kloqah in friendly tone. As the words left his lips, the Thunder Chosen recalled that the old women's mention of an amulet that her husband- or in a more likely scenario, his corpse would be wearing. Yawning slightly, Lindow rolled his shoulders and began strolling up to the front of the group. "Did guys happen see if any of our friends over there are sporting the other half of our client's neckless?" Not knowing exactly who had been fiddling with the bodies, Lindow addressed the entire party.
