After studying the map that the guard had given him, he laid his plan. First was setting up the trap...a narrow ally between two warehouses....some quick work would be needed. First a place to hide his hammer, then to the actual work....luckily there was plenty of scrap around to work with. Checking his surroundings, he focused on the pile of scrap in front of him, half closing his eyes as he focused on the spell, chanting softly under his breath, watching as the scraps started to melt together, setting themselves against each other, tiny magic circles appearing at each join as his magic worked to weld them together as if he was working them on a forge.
The glow from the magic illuminated the area around him, his fingers twitching as the bits of metal, the hoops from barrels, the discarded nails from opened crates, a few crowbars that had been left sitting around. It was almost like his creation was a living thing, the strands that were farming the bars seeming to lash out to attach to metal only to draw it in. Sweat beaded upon his brow, the strain starting to show, the heat from the magically worked metal causing it to evaporate as quickly as it came.
Gritting his teeth, he tossed up the scrap of chain, letting it fall on top of the cage of metal he'd cobbled together out of the scrap and detreus around him, letting the magic weld it to the top, and then he gestured with his hands, as if crushing something, letting the magic set the metal, forcing it all into one, solid piece, stronger then its component parts. The magic circles slowly sunk into the metal, and then the glow and heat faded, leaving him with a solid cage. Tossing a rope over one of the nearby pullies, he hoisted it up out of sight in the gloom above. Stashing his hammer near where the rope was tied off, he ventured up towards the mouth of the alleyway, hunching over and pulling his hood up, assuming the stooped and bent pose of an old cripple, trying to hide some of his height, and the fact he was wearing armor. Stooping low, he laid down in a little corner, as if sleeping.
If he'd read the map right, most of the murders had happened along this main road here. He curled up, waiting, listening. Hoping he had baited his trap well, hoping....He froze slightly, hearing a scuff, a jangle. He turned, grunting in pain as the blade bit into his side, the armor deflecting it slightly , though it still bit in. Stumbling into a run, he heard the persuit behind him, gasping in pain as he ducked to one side, a thrown knife grazing his cheek even as he snatched up his hammer, spinning to confront his foe...his massive, overpowering foe....He let fear show on his face ashe took a step back, then another, weapon held ready, shaking slightly He lunged forward, swinging a few times, managing to connect once even, though he got a cut on the face in return. Backing up more, he looked up at the mountain of a man, powerful that he was.
Magic flashed into his hammer, putting strength behind his blows, though it was still only serving to infuriate the man...Stepping back slightly, a few more steps, now he waited for Jacob to lunge, and when he did, he grabbed hold of that place inside of him, the place where the curse and his families power came from. Pulling hard, he watched as time slowed to a crawl, and then a stop. Panting with the strain, he ducked around the frozen Jacob, heading for where the rope was tied, reaching it just as time seemed to shudder to a start again, and tugged on the rope, letting the heavy metal cage fall on the confused jacob, who was looking around for him, right up till the cage clipped his head, knocking him out and restraining him, as Ciran called for the guard at the top of his lungs, sagging exausted against the wall of the alley.
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