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[tidesnpc]

Characters: Fang, Sam, Sara, Brooklyn and Angua
Content: Time to rescue the prisoner!
Setting: Nahk
Time: Less than 24 hours after Jade's post.
Notes: This is set after they fly to Nahk. Feel free to work out amongst yourselves who rode with whom, and if anything happened along the way.

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[distortedbrand]

Fang looked sharply at Angua. A decision. Did she hang back and guard their backs, or go ahead and join her? It was an easy choice.

"Count me in," she said, stepping forward.

She wasn't going to turn down the opportunity to get her teeth, albeit figuratively, into the satyr.

[mrfastandsteady]

Brooklyn considered following them for half of a second, but this was delicate. Not that he couldn't stay out of sight or anything. They'd have a better chance with smaller numbers, that was his own point, right?

There was nothing else to do but stay back and keep watch. And be ready to jump in if something did go wrong.

[dontkillmebro]

Sara nodded, acknowledging Fang and Angua going ahead. She started to step forward, too, still staying back from them. She knew that at least the monstrous one disapproved of using guns here, but it was better than doing nothing, and she wasn't going to fire at least until the two in front of her were already engaging the guard, anyway.

[tidesnpc]

When Fang and ANgua stepped forward, the satyr finally noticed them. It couldn't see too clearly -- the light was too bright for its tastes. However, these newcomers didn't smell like satyrs. Had Denouement sent them?

"Halt, strangers," it demanded. "Password?"

[son_of_time]

There wasn't much to do now except, hold tight and wait to see what happened. Sam willed himself to take slower breaths to try and calm himself. Strong emotions were good if he wanted that extra boost to his spells, but since magic was not an option here, he needed to keep his nerves.

[prelunartension]

Too slow.

Angua scowled and glanced sidelong at Fang. They'd lost the element of surprise, at least in part. So much for clever tactics, but it was going to come down to the fight anyway.

"Flying swordfish," she answered, drily.

Then she gave Fang a barely perceptible nod, adjusting her grip on her sword and taking two steps back...

Before running forward and changing, armour hitting the floor, along with her clothes, as the wolf pounced forward and went for the throat.

[distortedbrand]

Fang hadn't expected that to happen, but she was -- luckily for Angua -- adaptable. She adjusted her usual tactic of going straight for the head and aimed lower, slashing at the satyr's abdomen with her spear.

"Eat this!" She snarled, happy to finally get to fight something.

[mrfastandsteady]

Blast it.

That wasn't quite as stealthy an approach as he'd wanted, but then it wasn't exactly not a sneak attack either. He figured. Either way, it could be worse. As long as this one didn't alert the rest, they were still well of.

As soon as he saw the pair make their moves, Brooklyn began to dash down the tunnel. If things went well, he might get to them just in time to pick up the satyr pieces. Otherwise, he was prepared to be backup.

[dontkillmebro]

Sara held her doll tightly with one arm and ran forward, aiming her gun with the other. She'd never been as good with one as the other people on the ship who used them, but she had lived with Nena for quite some time, and been a "heroine" besides... whatever that meant, really. She didn't shoot, though, not yet. Brooklyn had been right; it would be too loud.

[tidesnpc]

Wait.

They knew the password...but were attacking him?!

"How did you know--" was all the satyr managed to get out before Angua's strike at his throat knocked him backward, effectively silencing him. His flesh would smell and taste terrible. His abdomen was sliced by Fang's spear, but it was not deep enough to cut through the muscle there.

Angua was the most immediate threat. The satyr slashed madly at her fur-covered body with its claws, but couldn't work up enough power to cut deeply.

[son_of_time]

It did look like it was under control, but just in case he followed the other two, sword ready. Sam hung back slightly though, and kept an eye behind them.

The shape shifting was interesting, a werewolf by the looks of it. She would probably prove to be very useful. Provided that the satyrs didn't have any silver weapons anywhere, if they did it would be bad news to him as well because considering what they were, they would likely have been enchanted silver.

[prelunartension]

Terrible was a good starting point. Angua had smelled worse, but not much. The claws were an issue, however, and Angua bit back the urge to jump away and yelp by biting back, hard enough to throttle, a low and steady growl emitting from her own throat.

They had to keep it quiet, as quiet as they could. It was taking a lot of her self control not to bite harder and tear its throat out, or try to.

It was made an even more difficult task by the noxious fug of the satyr's scent, dark and indelible on her senses, being tainted by the heady, tempting waft of blood.

She had to stay in control.

[distortedbrand]

Fang leapt back after the initial attack and broke her staff into three connected sections. Bracing the middle part against herself, she held the two end-pieces in each hand and attacked the Satyr that way. Two bladed hits for the price of one -- bargain!

She did her best not to pay any attention to Angua.

[mrfastandsteady]

It did look like they were managing, but this was taking too long. The gargoyle studied for an opening, something he could do without getting in the others way.

Instead of attacking head on, he dashed past the satyr, and aimed a kick at the back of its knee.

[dontkillmebro]

This was under control. Sara ran by to try to get past. The priority was getting to the ritual and stopping it, after all. Now if she could just see what was going on without anyone finding her...

[tidesnpc]

The satyr under attack was unable to stop them. It went down under their combined assault, falling onto its back with Angua on top of it. By the time it hit the ground, it was more dead than alive, though still struggling. It wouldn't be difficult to finish off.

Those who went past it would find themselves going through a reinforced doorway, resembling the entrance, and passing into a more open underground space. The light was coming from glowing glyphs carved into an altar. Four satyrs danced around the altar, too wrapped up in their chanting to notice the newcomers. Tied atop the altar was a middle-aged, bearded man. He looked conscious, but had the unresponsive weariness of someone who had already tried everything he could think of to escape and had all but given up.