Before Clock could turn to follow the girl the skinnier man shook his head. "Actually," corrected Pete, "I've had enough of the Noble's thugs running through here. It's time we discourage any others from following." There was a murmur of agreement, but the only movement came from the second large man, who walked to Clock's left to flank him.
Then Clock looked up. Not like he had before when the hood covered his entire face. Now the rag that covered the lower half of his face was visible, but that was not all. Just below the rim of the hood shown the blue from his eyes. Someone gasped at the sight. "I want no trouble, I assure you this."
"Liar!" Roared Pete, threatened by the display of Clock's eyes. Then he swung his massive fist into the side of the hooded figure's head, who failed to dodge it in time.
Clock hit the ground hard, skidding a few inches too. To the disbelief of the onlookers, Clock got up as if he hadn't even been hurt. Another roar came from Pete as he charged the man. Foot and handwork are what saved Clock this time. He stepped slightly to the side, right where Pete's hooked arm was posed to strike. Instead if dodging all together, Clock simply but his left arm up to block the strike.
This took seconds and then Pete was in top of him. As the strike came down, Clock countered with a strike to the jaw with his other gloved hand, putting his arm and shoulder into it, his body turning slightly with the punch. This send Pete staggering back, very surprised.
It was only a short time until the other large man came up, proving a more worthy adversary. Clock could only block about half the powerful, yet swift, blows the man landed. A final kick sent him staggering backwards towards the door. He could have turned to run, but now he was angry. Although try had not physically hurt him much, they truly upset him. The truth was, however, the garments were holding him back. He had to lose them in order to win.
There was now twenty feet between he and his opponent, who had backed up after thinking he defeated the man, his hand bleeding from the strikes. He had been hittin metal after all. As Clock walked slowly towards the man. First he untied his cloak, letting it fall to the ground, revealing his rag covered face and shining blue eyes that blocked it the exposed areas of his head. Then he dropped his coat. Then, slowly, with half the distance closed, he unwrapped his head. Terror struck several of the customers as the clockwork was revealed. His head resembled that of a human, but it's large eyes shown blue, but slowly changed to red as he got closer. It also bore no skin, only metal. It had no nose, ears, mouth, or hair.
Clock did not stop there. Off came the leather gloves, the too falling to the floor. Under them were metal hands with cubist fingers. Gears spun as his fingers wiggled freely. He was five feet away now. Walking even slower now, he undid the long sleeve shirt he had, dropping it to the ground. In the back a lady fainted, and so did a man. A full fledge clockwork stood before them, now only a foot away from the large man, looking up at him. Gears spun under an iron rib age and some may think they heard a slight tickin noise.
The large man stood his ground, but inside he was horrified at the sight. Quickly that horror came to anger and misunderstanding. He grabbed a mug off of the table and swung it at the construct's head. Then chaos broke loose.
((Okay there was a bit of action, I didn't post what I wanted to exactly because I'm on my iPod. Anyways, thought I should let your character react rq. I will probably finish the fight next post unless otherwise inferred in yours!))
Then Clock looked up. Not like he had before when the hood covered his entire face. Now the rag that covered the lower half of his face was visible, but that was not all. Just below the rim of the hood shown the blue from his eyes. Someone gasped at the sight. "I want no trouble, I assure you this."
"Liar!" Roared Pete, threatened by the display of Clock's eyes. Then he swung his massive fist into the side of the hooded figure's head, who failed to dodge it in time.
Clock hit the ground hard, skidding a few inches too. To the disbelief of the onlookers, Clock got up as if he hadn't even been hurt. Another roar came from Pete as he charged the man. Foot and handwork are what saved Clock this time. He stepped slightly to the side, right where Pete's hooked arm was posed to strike. Instead if dodging all together, Clock simply but his left arm up to block the strike.
This took seconds and then Pete was in top of him. As the strike came down, Clock countered with a strike to the jaw with his other gloved hand, putting his arm and shoulder into it, his body turning slightly with the punch. This send Pete staggering back, very surprised.
It was only a short time until the other large man came up, proving a more worthy adversary. Clock could only block about half the powerful, yet swift, blows the man landed. A final kick sent him staggering backwards towards the door. He could have turned to run, but now he was angry. Although try had not physically hurt him much, they truly upset him. The truth was, however, the garments were holding him back. He had to lose them in order to win.
There was now twenty feet between he and his opponent, who had backed up after thinking he defeated the man, his hand bleeding from the strikes. He had been hittin metal after all. As Clock walked slowly towards the man. First he untied his cloak, letting it fall to the ground, revealing his rag covered face and shining blue eyes that blocked it the exposed areas of his head. Then he dropped his coat. Then, slowly, with half the distance closed, he unwrapped his head. Terror struck several of the customers as the clockwork was revealed. His head resembled that of a human, but it's large eyes shown blue, but slowly changed to red as he got closer. It also bore no skin, only metal. It had no nose, ears, mouth, or hair.
Clock did not stop there. Off came the leather gloves, the too falling to the floor. Under them were metal hands with cubist fingers. Gears spun as his fingers wiggled freely. He was five feet away now. Walking even slower now, he undid the long sleeve shirt he had, dropping it to the ground. In the back a lady fainted, and so did a man. A full fledge clockwork stood before them, now only a foot away from the large man, looking up at him. Gears spun under an iron rib age and some may think they heard a slight tickin noise.
The large man stood his ground, but inside he was horrified at the sight. Quickly that horror came to anger and misunderstanding. He grabbed a mug off of the table and swung it at the construct's head. Then chaos broke loose.
((Okay there was a bit of action, I didn't post what I wanted to exactly because I'm on my iPod. Anyways, thought I should let your character react rq. I will probably finish the fight next post unless otherwise inferred in yours!))
Kristy started walking, and then she heard Pete. She really thought she fixed this thing. Clock was going to be on his own, because she couldn't fight at all. She turned around right as Pete hit Clock. She gasped when he hit the floor. He quickly got back up and she was glad for that.
The next thing she knew Pete was on top of him and moments after he went flying. She couldn't believe Clock was that strong. Either that or he caught Pete off guard. She didn't know what to do. She just couldn't stand there, but she was nothing against these men.
She missed the rest of the fight. She was off in her own world. She walked over by the fire pit that was a few feet away from them. She could help Clock, and use her powers, but then everyone would know her secret, or she could just walk away from this. It really wasn't her business after all. She looked back over and her mouth dropped.
"Holy cow!" she said, but only loud enough for her ears and the few people inches away from her. Clock was well a clock. Okay well mostly gears, but clocks had gears right? She was stun. That was his secret, why he was always traveling, never seeming to have anyone but him. She understood, she had no one either.
She wondered if Clock would want help anyways. She didn't know, but she wasn't the type of person to let someone get hurt.
She figured she would try it the easy way first. "STOP!" she screamed. Everyone looked at her, but Petes friend and Clock looked back at each other a few seconds after. The room was still quite so she said, "I mean it! Stop it this minute!" The man just laughed at her, knowing she couldn't do anything. Well he was wrong, very wrong.
She hoped Clock was worth this because if not, she was going to be mad. She stood on a chair so she was above everyone and she waved her hands. Kristy made fire come out of the fire pit and around some of the room; the fire was mostly in the air so no one would get hurt.
"Am I funny now?" she asked the guy. "Now leave us alone before I drop this fire on you. Do you understand?" she said in a sharp tone. Everyone in the room was shocked, and no one said a word. She was paying attention to Clock and the man so she she didn't see Pete.
The next thing she knew she was on the ground with Pete on top of her and the fire was back in the fire pit. "Nice trick, Kristy. So you're one of them too?" he asked her. "What the heck is that supposed to mean?" she replied. "One as in not human" he said. "I am human, you idiot. Look at me!" she said to him. She looked at Clock and the man was coming after him now. I guess my plan didn't work she thought to herself.
The next thing she knew Pete was on top of him and moments after he went flying. She couldn't believe Clock was that strong. Either that or he caught Pete off guard. She didn't know what to do. She just couldn't stand there, but she was nothing against these men.
She missed the rest of the fight. She was off in her own world. She walked over by the fire pit that was a few feet away from them. She could help Clock, and use her powers, but then everyone would know her secret, or she could just walk away from this. It really wasn't her business after all. She looked back over and her mouth dropped.
"Holy cow!" she said, but only loud enough for her ears and the few people inches away from her. Clock was well a clock. Okay well mostly gears, but clocks had gears right? She was stun. That was his secret, why he was always traveling, never seeming to have anyone but him. She understood, she had no one either.
She wondered if Clock would want help anyways. She didn't know, but she wasn't the type of person to let someone get hurt.
She figured she would try it the easy way first. "STOP!" she screamed. Everyone looked at her, but Petes friend and Clock looked back at each other a few seconds after. The room was still quite so she said, "I mean it! Stop it this minute!" The man just laughed at her, knowing she couldn't do anything. Well he was wrong, very wrong.
She hoped Clock was worth this because if not, she was going to be mad. She stood on a chair so she was above everyone and she waved her hands. Kristy made fire come out of the fire pit and around some of the room; the fire was mostly in the air so no one would get hurt.
"Am I funny now?" she asked the guy. "Now leave us alone before I drop this fire on you. Do you understand?" she said in a sharp tone. Everyone in the room was shocked, and no one said a word. She was paying attention to Clock and the man so she she didn't see Pete.
The next thing she knew she was on the ground with Pete on top of her and the fire was back in the fire pit. "Nice trick, Kristy. So you're one of them too?" he asked her. "What the heck is that supposed to mean?" she replied. "One as in not human" he said. "I am human, you idiot. Look at me!" she said to him. She looked at Clock and the man was coming after him now. I guess my plan didn't work she thought to herself.
Clock brought his hand up and into the bottle, breaking it before it reached his head, and showing no pain from his hand. The man was surprised, he could see it in his eyes, but then the room was almost filled with fire, and he looked almost afraid. Clock was not afraid of the fire, it could hardly hurt him, but he was curious where it came from. He saw Kristy and it all made sense. She was taken down quickly but it gave Clock the opportunity he needed. His right hand jabbed the large man in the stomach, then his left hooked into his ribs right after. He staggered back and drew his dagger.
"Let's not play with weapons," Clock said, his voice almost condescending. This did not deter the man, and he rushed the clockwork. The first strike was aimed at his shoulder, and Clock quickly blocked this, then shoved him aside. "I don't kill civilians," he stated.
"If you work for the Noble you do!" Called someone from behind Clock as they whacked him with a walking stick.
"If you insist." The words were cold and hollow, and a threat above all. The large man rushed at him again but Clock suddenly had weapons of his own. In quick motions his left and right hands spun back into his arm as a knife and saw blade spun out opposite to them. The knife replaced his left hand, and the saw blade his right. He parried the dagger thrust and swept at the man with the now spinning saw blade. He mostly missed, the clothing he wore was torn.
A walking stick hit him from behind again, so Clock spun around. It came down again, but the saw blade spun up into it, ripping it out of the man's hands. The blade in his left hand plunged into the un named assailant. He spun back to the large man and attacked furiously. All the large man could do is pick up item after item to defend himself. When that ran out he grabbed a spear that rested on the wall and jabbed at Clock.
The spear's end hit Clock's metal rib cage, bouncing off as if nothing happened. That is when, when a slash of each blade across the chest, Clock killed the big man. He gasped for air, blood soaking his garments, and fell over.
"Let her go," he demanded, talking directly to Pete, "or you will be the third unnecessary death." Pete slowly climbed off the girl as the skinny man who had motioned for them in the first place started clapping.
"You sir, are a monster," the skinny man said.
"I am only what people make me," responded Clock, who's left hand had returned to normal and was now being offered down to help Kristy up.
"Then people have made you a monster," he said. "The town guards are already on their way, I suggest you leave." Pete began to say something, but the skinny man cut him off. "Pete, he just killed two of the customers here. Would you like this demon to wipe out the entire town?"
"No..." Pete mumbled, glaring at the girl and the construct.
Looking to Kristy, Clock's eyes were now blue again. "I suggest we leave," he said.
"Let's not play with weapons," Clock said, his voice almost condescending. This did not deter the man, and he rushed the clockwork. The first strike was aimed at his shoulder, and Clock quickly blocked this, then shoved him aside. "I don't kill civilians," he stated.
"If you work for the Noble you do!" Called someone from behind Clock as they whacked him with a walking stick.
"If you insist." The words were cold and hollow, and a threat above all. The large man rushed at him again but Clock suddenly had weapons of his own. In quick motions his left and right hands spun back into his arm as a knife and saw blade spun out opposite to them. The knife replaced his left hand, and the saw blade his right. He parried the dagger thrust and swept at the man with the now spinning saw blade. He mostly missed, the clothing he wore was torn.
A walking stick hit him from behind again, so Clock spun around. It came down again, but the saw blade spun up into it, ripping it out of the man's hands. The blade in his left hand plunged into the un named assailant. He spun back to the large man and attacked furiously. All the large man could do is pick up item after item to defend himself. When that ran out he grabbed a spear that rested on the wall and jabbed at Clock.
The spear's end hit Clock's metal rib cage, bouncing off as if nothing happened. That is when, when a slash of each blade across the chest, Clock killed the big man. He gasped for air, blood soaking his garments, and fell over.
"Let her go," he demanded, talking directly to Pete, "or you will be the third unnecessary death." Pete slowly climbed off the girl as the skinny man who had motioned for them in the first place started clapping.
"You sir, are a monster," the skinny man said.
"I am only what people make me," responded Clock, who's left hand had returned to normal and was now being offered down to help Kristy up.
"Then people have made you a monster," he said. "The town guards are already on their way, I suggest you leave." Pete began to say something, but the skinny man cut him off. "Pete, he just killed two of the customers here. Would you like this demon to wipe out the entire town?"
"No..." Pete mumbled, glaring at the girl and the construct.
Looking to Kristy, Clock's eyes were now blue again. "I suggest we leave," he said.
Kristy couldn't believe her eyes. Clock just killed two people like it was nothing. Maybe he was trouble. She was going to be mad if he left her.
She looked at Pete, when Clock came over and offered her his hand. "Are you going to get off me now?" she asked Pete. He quickly got off Kristy but never took his off Clock. "Yeah I think we should" Kristy said taking his hand to help her up.
She then looked around and noticed that everyone was freaking out. She never seen so much panic before. She looked at Clock, "I have to go get my things. Would you like to wait here or do you want to come with me? It'll only take a minute" she said while walking up the stairs.
She looked at Pete, when Clock came over and offered her his hand. "Are you going to get off me now?" she asked Pete. He quickly got off Kristy but never took his off Clock. "Yeah I think we should" Kristy said taking his hand to help her up.
She then looked around and noticed that everyone was freaking out. She never seen so much panic before. She looked at Clock, "I have to go get my things. Would you like to wait here or do you want to come with me? It'll only take a minute" she said while walking up the stairs.
The construct's eyes turned purple and then bak to blue. With quic strides he walked past Kristy, grabbed her arm, and let walking back towards the room. Should they arrive without Kristy Doug anything else he would look at her and say, "You have one minute," with a tone that was a cross between angered and annoyed. Two people just died, the guards were coming, and the entire inn wanted to kill them. "I leave you to them if you aren't ready by then, and they can burn you."
She couldn't believe what he just said to her. He didn't have to be rude or anything. She understood what just happened, but she was pretty sure everyone was in shock to do anything at the moment. She ran up stairs and grabbed her stuff and wrote a quick note to Rosa, telling her she was sorry for all of this.
When she came back downstairs Clock was still there. She gave him an annoyed look "Come on!" she said to him.
When she came back downstairs Clock was still there. She gave him an annoyed look "Come on!" she said to him.
Clock was actually with her through it, having dragged her up it. His foot tapped impatiently outside her door as he waited too long for her to grab her things. By the time Kristy was ready there was the rattling of armor coming from down the steps.
"They're upstairs," said a voice. A murmur rose up from the crowd as they all at once informed the guards what awaited them.
"Silence," shouted one of the town's guards, "we'll fetch the vermin and string them up."
After hearing this Clock knew he had to move quick. He looked down the hallway and spotted no other exits other than the window behind him. "This way," he said with a tone that he should not be trifled with at this time, "we go out the window, drop to the ground and break for the woods." As he spoke the first armored footsteps reached the stairs.
"They're upstairs," said a voice. A murmur rose up from the crowd as they all at once informed the guards what awaited them.
"Silence," shouted one of the town's guards, "we'll fetch the vermin and string them up."
After hearing this Clock knew he had to move quick. He looked down the hallway and spotted no other exits other than the window behind him. "This way," he said with a tone that he should not be trifled with at this time, "we go out the window, drop to the ground and break for the woods." As he spoke the first armored footsteps reached the stairs.
This was getting insane. Kristy couldn't believe all of this. She shut and locked the door and put a cabinet up against it to slow them down.
"Are you crazy? I can't jump from this high. I'll hurt myself" she said to clock. She start to panic, she didn't know what she was going to do.
She heard the man at the door and them knocking and hitting on the door. "Crap this is bad" she said out loud.
"Are you crazy? I can't jump from this high. I'll hurt myself" she said to clock. She start to panic, she didn't know what she was going to do.
She heard the man at the door and them knocking and hitting on the door. "Crap this is bad" she said out loud.
"Yep, very bad," said the construct. The helmet of the first guard appeared over the stairs as they approached. "Plan B," he said quickly. Clock spun around, putting his arm around the girl's waist, and jumping backwards through the window. The shattering window clinked against the metal body, hardly touching the flesh of the witch. His other free hand wrapped loosely around the girl, keeping himself between her for the short fall. When they landed it would hurt, but he would compress slightly to keep her from being injured. Shortly after the one story dive backwards he would push her off of her and climb to his feet. "I bought us fourty-five seconds. Where are we going?"
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