Main street was beautiful in Hargeon Town. The city center was positively bustling with life, whether it be from merchants running stands for passerby, or just the foot traffic itself. The port town was certainly not lacking in its multi-story buildings, that was for sure. Almost everything in this part of town was surely elevated to deal with flood threats.
Char was, unfortunately, learning that the hard way. What started as a “gotcha!” moment quickly turned into a rooftop chase as the man known as “the Hargeon butcher” took to jumping out of his second story balcony and onto the roof. As soon as he saw this, Char knew he was in for a wild ride. Firstly, the posting he took as he was just blowing by was authored by local authorities and said nothing about a mage. He genuinely doubted the police were lying to him. So, they either had their info wrong, or this wanted murderer had just done that through sheer strength alone.
Either way, Char was getting a run for his money.
“Would it be too much to ask for you to SLOW DOWN!?” Char had been heckling this guy non-stop, too as they leaped from rooftop to rooftop. He hadn’t given in and fired back, which was yet another testament to his immense willpower. Actually, he hadn’t said a word since him and the young bounty hunter had locked eyes. Char was clearly getting frustrated. Morbid as it was, one of the things he enjoyed the most from this sort of work was the banter.
The guy slipped on a few loose shingles, sending them falling down to the crowd below, alerting everyone to the two’s presence.
Annnnnnd there’s my in. Char thought, relieved. Thinking fast, the young lad jumped immediately into a roll forward, then he threw his legs out front, intentionally taking his footing away from himself. He could feel the heat of the ethernano welling up inside of him, which ebbed in time with its release from the confines of his body. The hot burst of wind it created stuck to him as per his request, showing itself as several white motes of power that slipped off of the contours of his form.
The large man looked over his shoulder just in time to see Char performing the longest baseball slide in history, gliding along the surface of the roof like it was nothing, and barreling at the criminal left foot first. The man readied his meat cleaver just as Char reached him. The lad reached his hands over his head, dug them into the tile, and hauled himself up from the sliding position.
Not really sure how much better I’ll fare here—” Char throttled the neck of his staff, but not before the butcher took a swing at him. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Char put his other hand out in front of the blade’s path and let the magic power once again build up into it. A bolt of electricity arced out from its palm and a bright, burning field of energy wrapped around it. Then, just as the knife was about to cut into it, a spray of several multi-colored spiraling balls of light blasted out from Char’s radiant hand. The balls scarred the roof on impact as they crackled like fireworks, creating quite the display for onlookers.
Char was, unfortunately, learning that the hard way. What started as a “gotcha!” moment quickly turned into a rooftop chase as the man known as “the Hargeon butcher” took to jumping out of his second story balcony and onto the roof. As soon as he saw this, Char knew he was in for a wild ride. Firstly, the posting he took as he was just blowing by was authored by local authorities and said nothing about a mage. He genuinely doubted the police were lying to him. So, they either had their info wrong, or this wanted murderer had just done that through sheer strength alone.
Either way, Char was getting a run for his money.
“Would it be too much to ask for you to SLOW DOWN!?” Char had been heckling this guy non-stop, too as they leaped from rooftop to rooftop. He hadn’t given in and fired back, which was yet another testament to his immense willpower. Actually, he hadn’t said a word since him and the young bounty hunter had locked eyes. Char was clearly getting frustrated. Morbid as it was, one of the things he enjoyed the most from this sort of work was the banter.
The guy slipped on a few loose shingles, sending them falling down to the crowd below, alerting everyone to the two’s presence.
Annnnnnd there’s my in. Char thought, relieved. Thinking fast, the young lad jumped immediately into a roll forward, then he threw his legs out front, intentionally taking his footing away from himself. He could feel the heat of the ethernano welling up inside of him, which ebbed in time with its release from the confines of his body. The hot burst of wind it created stuck to him as per his request, showing itself as several white motes of power that slipped off of the contours of his form.
The large man looked over his shoulder just in time to see Char performing the longest baseball slide in history, gliding along the surface of the roof like it was nothing, and barreling at the criminal left foot first. The man readied his meat cleaver just as Char reached him. The lad reached his hands over his head, dug them into the tile, and hauled himself up from the sliding position.
Not really sure how much better I’ll fare here—” Char throttled the neck of his staff, but not before the butcher took a swing at him. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Char put his other hand out in front of the blade’s path and let the magic power once again build up into it. A bolt of electricity arced out from its palm and a bright, burning field of energy wrapped around it. Then, just as the knife was about to cut into it, a spray of several multi-colored spiraling balls of light blasted out from Char’s radiant hand. The balls scarred the roof on impact as they crackled like fireworks, creating quite the display for onlookers.
TWC: 559/500
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