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[Ormr]

It was rare for the Half-Giant to see such a display of strength from someone the size of his opponent. No matter, as Traecon set the Horse down the surprise that he may have displayed was mild at best.

As Traecon covered the distance that had divided them swiftly Ormr reacted. The Sellsword moved quickly but it was no mythical feat to cross a distance within the span of seconds, some just did it faster than others. Turning his left side forward Ormr would transition into a left side lead while his arm swept downwards and out to the side so that his hand clamped over the swordarm of Traecon at the forearm to control the arm and halt the blow as the Sellsword torqued his hips, twisting into the stroke. The strength exhibited was quite monumental.

In concordance with that Ormr had reached for Traecon's head so that he could crush his free hand over the mans skull and squeeze.

The Half-Giant looked on indifferently, towering over his opponent and within an intimate distance of him now that the positioning of the two of them had shifted. He didn't even know the name of the Sellsword, only that he had challenged him.

 

[Argath]

Argath was about to welcome Ormr, but before he could address the fellow half-giant he was challenged by the cursed arm sellsword. Argath would be lying to himself if he said he wouldn't have found the battle amusing, but he had other priorities for the moment.

"You two enjoy yourself." Argath said, not particularly favoring either party. Ordinarily he'd bet on the half-giant, but Traecon Maxwell seemed to have quite the bag of tricks. It was difficult to discount him.

"Are we ready captain?" Argath asked the leader of Lazular's guard.

"Yes. Follow me." The guard replied. Argath, and presumably Jakub Bram, would follow in tow. Hopefully they would have a mostly uninterrupted trip to meet Gerra, but Argath had his doubts.

 

[Traecon Maxwell]

With the one sword swing Traecon realized this - he found himself not a match for this half-giant.

Clearly a cut above the rest. At his current swing speed and the giant's own reach, he would be losing an arm, and if he weren't careful, his head would be popped like a fruit. But he wasn't resourceful for nothing. He would take this one on at a more appropriate time, when he could flex his powers in full. And besides, neither were using their actual strengths and skills. If that ever happened, the outcome would be very bloody and definitely involve the Empire.

His momentum shifted subtly, his swing still continuing, but with his left gauntlet swinging outwards with a punch quite agile for its size. If it landed, he hoped the giant would be pushed back a few feet, enough to gather his footing and retreat back to the group.

But just to be sure...

As he thrust out with the fist, the lines and runes of the armored glove glowed dimly with all the roiling red of magma - should it collide, and even if it didn't, the explosive effect which followed the strike would guarantee the man's escape, and deter the giant Ormr from making any further moves to retaliate. He didn't worry about the sword - It wasn't be broken nor free from his grasp for long - it had its ways of returning to the wielder.

He would use the momentum generated to regroup with the previous lot, and spare the half-giant a single glance. And apologize for the swift resolution of conflict, from his point of view. It would be up to Ormr to either continue the fight and possibly involve the others, or turn away.

 

[Ptah]

The woman spoke, and she did not claim falsehoods about the emperor. Instead offering her own choice of words and giving an example of how the emperor acted. Thoughtful for a moment, it scrambled down the wall, staying out of reach but giving what seemed like a small bow. "Ptah, King of Kin. I come with you. Speak with Emperor." The scarab announced, lifting a hand and looking at the golden beetle inside his grasp. Nothing was spoken, but the large gathering of beetles behind them dispersed with a few of each one taking a spot on Ptah's shell.

"Not danger, do what will. We follow." Ptah told her once more, the swarm of scarabs dispersing into the dunes to their lair with orders to defend it to the death.

Mirielle Merlon

 

[Mirielle Merlon]

OOC/ So as not to complicate the fight, here's a part 2 - the arrival at the Emperor's capital.

 

[Ormr]

The Half-Giant was struck by a blow around the midsection, the explosive effect which followed rocked him briefly and caused him to move backwards. When Ormr had recovered his balance, a relatively easy feat which saw him shifting his weight onto his rear foot as he took the step backwards he'd have noticed bruising where he'd been struck.

It was his first instinct to continue his assault but then the Sellsword, Traecon had already withdrawn out of his reach so Ormr permitted it. After such a short exchange the Half-Giant considered this a victory though an incomplete one.

Ormr set a hand over the brusising he'd received, it was not a bad injury and would heal quickly however he would enjoy it while it lasted.

At a distance the Half-Giant met the Sellsword's gaze, glancing towards the others who appeared to be of little interest to him beyond one of them. He knew the face of Argath of Molthal now, a Half-Giant like himself though of a different lineage. If a battle was had Eogorath would call him to it and Ormr would answer the call to fight just as he had told the Son of Monthal in their brief exchange of words.

Gazing outwards, the cooling atmosphere welcome by him the Half-Giant would turn as he'd originally intended and stride away into the distance. Moving further away he would have eventually become a silhouette which then blurred and became smaller the further her became. As he went Ormr's thoughts strayed, briefly to the Sellsword whom he might look for during a larger battle but mostly to the Mare which he had thrown---it was a fine Horse, which he no longer had to take with him...