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Post by Jordan Hielo on Sept 1, 2012 12:46:44 GMT -5
Jordan winced when Delliks was hit. The man was not used to fighting, and of course not used to pain. He imagined a knife would hurt more than an arrow.
"You alright buddy?!" Jordan yelled as he stood up, brushed himself off and placed his bow on his back. The bandits struggled to get out of the ice's hold, while the people in the cages watched carefully. Even the children were awake now, watching the two men.
Jordan, deciding to check out the people in the cages first, quickly took a key off of one of the tents and unlocked all of the cages with the people. They seemed to be relieved. They stayed in the cages as Jordan ran up to Delliks and asked, "Hey, you okay? Need any help taking that out?"
Delliks never enjoyed pulling things out of him... he could hardly look down at it. He looked over to Jordan, "Nah, it isn't harming anything as of now so I will just leave it in," it was so cold out he truthfully couldn't feel it, his arm had already gone numb. The knife should be taken out, but Delliks was a bit scared of this sort of thing, especially when it wasn't in the heat of battle and no adrenalin was pumping. "Let's just get these people out first." he smiled.
Post by Jordan Hielo on Sept 1, 2012 13:39:05 GMT -5
Jordan stared at the man for a moment, dumbfounded. Perhaps he would take it out of the man later, without asking. Jordan was never one to ask for permission to do things.
"Yes, lets... You make sure they're alright, I'll get boots and coats for them," Jordan jogged off towards tents, picking up every coat or boots he could find.
Delliks nodded and made his way over to the cages. He walked into them with them and leaned against the wood bars. "Good day everyone, how are you holding up?" he looked around at the shy faces, some bruised and beaten. "Don't be shy now, we are going to get you out of here, into some warmth. That'll be nice eh?" Some of the children stared at the knife protruding out of his arm.
Leif looked up at the man. He was in the back of the cage, staying away from everybody. His bag had been taken away from him and he had been beaten too much to want to use his magic. "Hey. Thanks for all that." He said in gratitude, but it was shaky and quiet. "Ya see that bag over there?" He pointed twenty yards out from the cages, "can you grab that for me? I'm a little... Messed up along with these guys." He patted a kid on the back in comfort.
Delliks nodded, "Yes of course," he left and soon returned bag in hand. He set it down in front of the man who he was ninety percent sure asked for it. "Here you are," he went back to his spot as he waited for Jordan.
Leif sighed in relief, dragging the bag over to him. He strapped it to his back and then started using some of his magic. With his brow furrowed, he focused on the metal in the bag and brought a ball of it out through the loose top flap, then flattened it into a long rectangle. He focused, then brought the edge of one of the sides to a sharpness akin to a scythe used for hacking down wheat. Leif sent it flying through the bars of the cage all the way around, with only a few splinters getting on the ground. Wood cutting, something his master had taught him. With a visible effort, he pushed the top of the cage off of the group inside. He returned the ball of metal back to his back and stood, stretching for the first time in days. Every joint on his body popped, he didn't even mind the cold. His muscled body was sore and bruised, maybe a few muscles torn in his abdomen.
"Thanks." He said tiredly. "The name's Leif." He said with a yawn.
Delliks watched as the man manipulated the dark and shiny substance. Metal? Probably. "Delliks," he nodded as he said it and reached out his arm with the knife in it to shake. "Nice to meet you lad."
Leif shook the man's hand, noticing the knife. "I can fix that for you." He said. Extracting a knife was easy, as was filling the wound with his metal to stop the bleeding. He'd had to do it once when his father accidentally stabbed himself in the leg after slipping on a small amount of grease on the floor. Leif looked to the ice man with curiosity.
"Uh, yeah I am fine thanks though.." he chuckled lightly. He too looked at Jordan when he saw that Leif's gaze had changed. He watched as the man searched around and about the camp for cloths and boots for them. "That is Jordan. I just met him so that is about all I can tell you, should suffice though. At least for now eh?"
Post by Jordan Hielo on Sept 1, 2012 14:23:46 GMT -5
Jordan found all the things he needed and grinned. He hobbled over to the people and, ignoring Delliks and Leif for a moment, began handing out coats and boots. The older ones fit into the clothing better than the young ones, but it would have to suffice.
The last person, other than Leif, was a little girl, who looked frightened of Jordan. Couldn't be older than five. Jordan put on the coat for her, which she allow, along with the boots. They were much to big for her, and the coat nearly reached her feet, but she would be warm. The women all were with any children that were theirs, leaving the little girl to herself. Must have been abducted from her family. Jordan thought it best to take care of her til they got to town again, and send her off with a couple. He knew a few who wanted kids, it would be no trouble.
Jordan picked up the girl and she snuggled close to him, not touching his icy skin. He walked over to Delliks and Leif with a smile. The elemental handed Leif a coat and boots, "Just in case you need it. How have you all been holding up?" he asked the man.
Leif had been allowed to keep his clothes as the guards didn't like getting too close to a metal manipulator when they had steel blades at their waist. He sighed. "Alright, if that's what'cha want. And Jordan hm? Lookin' to pilfer some clothes for the young uns?" Leif cracked his neck and flexed his hands. Boots had straps, straps had buckles, buckles are metal. Clothes had belts, belts had swords, swords are metal. Leif closed his eyes and sent out a loose wave of magnetism into the area. Anything metal that was less than twenty pounds would lift into the air about a foot, and many sets of boots and belts came off of the ground and out of tents, off bodies, etc and so on. There were twice as many as there were bandits approximately, enough for some change of clothes for each person.
Leif was sweating at this point, holding up so many pieces of metal at the same time over this spread out of an area. Plus, he was exhausted and beaten up which made it four times worse than it usually was. Then, he brought his hands together slowly which made ever piece of metal come into a centered area where he dropped it all. Daggers, boots, belts with clothes on them, and some other stuff including coins and such were all there in a four foot high pile.
"There ya go." He said. Then he dropped to a knee and stood again, the tiredness hitting him in the face like a brick.
Delliks looked down as something caught his eye. His entire arm was covered in red. Streams of blood ran from his wound where the knife had been taken out from. His face went white and his legs got to be a bit wobbly. He somewhat fainted against what parts of the bars remained and he slide to the ground, half there half not.
Post by Jordan Hielo on Sept 1, 2012 14:31:32 GMT -5
"For the love of-" Jordan sighed, holding up the little girl with one hand. He carefully placed a layer of ice on both sides of the open wound. He then melted some snow and washed off some of the blood, all the while shaking his head.
Looking at Leif he asked, "Mind looking for a health kit or something bud?"
Last Edit: Sept 1, 2012 14:32:01 GMT -5 by Jordan Hielo
"Er.... Anything metal is in that pile..." He said as he eyed Delliks. Sighing, he knelt painfully and brought out a small piece of his metal. He put it against the wound, using his magic to meld it into the muscle and expand it to the size of the hole. Immediately, it plugged up and stopped all blood loss. "I'll take that out later... Sorry, I'm a fuck up..." He said, slightly depressed.
"'Course not. I may be a fuck up but I ain't a stupid one." He said. "Truth be told, I don't even know what the hell it's called. My master gave it to me as a gift before he took off." He said. He looked at Jordan. "And I can tell you now, these guys would much rather have bread and water before they got their bruises taken care of. Most of us were to be made slaves, and slaves ain't worth much dead or dying." Leif said.
Delliks shook his head, "Then I don't see how you think you have messed up." he gets up and brushes the cold snow off of him, "I don't think you'll find much food here, we will have to go into town to find that."
Leif sighed, nodding as Delliks said his words. "Well, in that case one of us should stay behind to guard these guys while the rest get food. Honestly, I can take care of water if one of you can take care of fire. Hell, show me where some animals are and I'll get some fresh meat." He said with a shrug.
Post by Jordan Hielo on Sept 4, 2012 14:25:10 GMT -5
"I can always make a fire," Jordan suggested. Then, he added, "Just because I'm an ice elemental doesn't mean I can't make fire. I sort of use fire on a regular basis."