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>>119360Iron chuckles before slowly pulling out his foreleg off her head, taking his chance to brush her mane and stroke her cheek, ears drooped and a dopey smile on his face.
"I am glad I got to meet you, Sands."
He takes his hoof away and back to the floor as his smile turns calm.
"We must go to the others. I assume they might be done with their planning."
>>119361She nods, and places a hoof on his forehead
"Hopefully we can do even more together tonight"
>>119362Iron chuckles before starting to walk out of the bedroom, aiming to go towards the bathroom, content with the outcome with a happy little gait
(So being all lovey-dovey works? I cannot believe Silver was not saying nonsense.)
>>119363With an open mouthed smile on her face, and a light in her eyes, Sands watches Iron move away. She adopts a gleeful gait of her own, crossing hooves as she walks.
>>119364Wewlad.>>119366>snickeringMore like awkward gazes and disapproval, most likely.Execpt Silver, of course.>>119365Iron glances back at her with a small smile, looking how she walks.
(Seems she had a good time, too, from how she walks. I wonder if it will increase her combat prowess.)
>>119371Iron cocks his head, unsure of what she means as his ears droop slightly.
"What do you mean?"
>>119374Iron decides to slow down his gait to next to Sands, rubbing coats lightly.
"As I had hoped for."
He smiles wide, ears straight and kisses Sands' cheek.
>>119375She laughs lightly, smiling with puffed cheeks, letting her hair fall down and cover her face, then giving Iron’s rear a light whip with her tail. With part of her face covered and the gills cheeks, she turns her head just enough for both eyes to look at Iron
“It’s such a pleasure to make you mine”
>>119376Iron jumps a little at the swat as his ears straighten up and his brow rises before chuckling as he relaxes.
"Do not go teasing me now," he chides playfully. "I might get a bit rowdy."
>>119377It’s a light tap“There will be more for you later tonight. After this viper den is smashed. You can smash me after that.”
>>119378It's not a jump in pain, but in surprise. Relax.Iron can't help but blush lightly at her suggestion, ears drooping and smiling coyly.
"I will take you up on that offer," he says smoothly, and proceeds to lightly nuzzle her neck, finishing up with another kiss on the cheek.
"You will love it."
>>119379I’m just saying it is not the equivalent of a ‘slap’Smiling back, now more of a mischievous smile
“Gives me something to look forward to tonight”
>>119380Iron simply nuzzles her a bit more, before withdrawing with a smile and straight ears.
"Likewise."
Do they reach the bathroom? >>119381Not yet, no“One more thing. Try to keep our liaison and coupling kind of a secret, at least from that scally pony and the brown pony. I don’t think they will approve. I don’t know if it’s jealousy, or if they think we aren’t taking the situation around us seriously by flirting, but let’s tone it down so we don’t provoke them.”
>>119382Iron nods before pecking at Sands' neck in a flash.
"It is going to be quite hard," he answers, "but I can do it."
[1d2 = 2]>>119003No immediate response from Loputu
>>119384"Loputu!?" Silver hurries into the hallway to look around.
>>119386"LOPUTU!?" Now he starts to panic a little. He attempts to retrace the party's hoofsteps as part of his search for the now-lost colt.
>>119387Further down the hallway, sounds around the corner
>>119388Silver rounds said corner, hoping to see the colt.
>>119389Silver may receive more than he bargained for
Looking Silver's way are two large male griffins. One of whom, a large tan griffin with feathers that stick up more than normal on his head, wearing a white robe, has a weapon clearly out, approximately a meat cleaver. The other griffin, mahogany brown and red robed, has with no drawn weapon. They seem to already be alert to his presence, heading towards the corner.
Behind them, Silver sees the dark navy blue Colt. His head is locked by a black leather hackamore. He is sitting on the ground, resisting and pulling back, as an off white colored female griffin with a bright orange beak and wearing red robe, tries to pull him further. Further down, a door to a room is open
>>119390Silver's call of "Get the
FUCK away from him!" is joined by the sound of metal sliding against metal as he swiftly unsheathes his sword. He immediately enters a battle stance.
Should I roll initiative? [1d20+2 = 8][1d20+1 = 14]>>119391Yes
"Scheiße, ein weiterer Eindringling"
"Leave our premises at once!"
[1d20+4 = 10]>>119392"Я разорву тебя на куски!"
[1d20+4 = 10]>>119393 Мы похороним тебя! Further away, the female robed griffin turns to try to take on the new intruder. But when she relaxes her hold on the reign, Loputu pulls his head back, pulling her closer and almost knocking her off balance, forcing her to turn back to the colt.
In front of Silver, the tan griffin pulls out his sword, or a fat blade that looks like a sword. An overly long meet cleaver is all the same in this instance.
It is, however, the mahogany griffin that jumps at Silver first. He mimic's Jubilosa's graceful strides, with all of the predatory acumen of a lion. He reaches out with with his claws, and strikes at Silver's head
[1d20+8 = 9]>>119394A subtle dodge causes the griffon's talons to instead graze against his armor, failing to penetrate or deal any damage.
His magic sheathed both around his horn and his sword like angry, uncontrollable blue flames, Silver aims a swing from his greatsword at the griffin's head in response.
[1d20+6 = 13]>>119395Silver swings it, but swings wide. So wide, in fact, that the sword grazes the wall, hits it and into the brick, knocking it out of his magical grip and making it fall to the ground.
The white robes griffin comes forward, and swings with his meat cleaver
>>119396Similar to what happened with the first griffin, the meat cleaver glances off of his armor harmlessly.
[1d20+4 = 9][1d20+4 = 24]>>119397The first one, near Silver, scrapes at him again with his claws, this time, with both of them as he stands on his hind legs
>>119398>>119399Although the second talon avoids hitting anything vital, it still catches Silver on the side of his head.
[1d3+1 = 2]>>119398One of the claws simply fails to connect with silver, going past his side. But dodging the one, comes at the cost of making perfect contact with the other. A claw scratches perfectly down Silver's face, drawing blood. Fortunately, it does not take out Silver's eye in the process
>>119401Silver's only apparent reaction to the blow being just a split second of checking that, yes, there is indeed a bleeding scratchmark on the side of his head and, yes, it does indeed sting. Instead, he's forced to break concentration on the battle to wrap another telekinetic field around the grip of his greatsword.
Move action to pick up the sword, but it provokes an Attack of Opportunity. [1d20+4 = 13]>>119402The griffin that just clawed him strikes again
[1d20+8 = 22]>>119403Thankfully they don't give him a matching gouge mark on the other side of his head, but the sound of their claws scraping against his armor is rather annoying.
Greatsword in his magical grasp and with his grip ever-so subtlely adjusting for a better swing, he turns his ire back at the offending griffon, and once again aims to collect for himself a head of a griffon.
[1d20+6 = 15]>>119404>>119405The sword goes through the robe, into his chest. How much blood is drawn is hard to say. Crimson robes don't show blood well.
The griffin in white, however, strikes again. Behind them, the female griffin tries to pull Loputu off
>>119406"FIGHT ON, LOPUTU! BITE, KICK, AIM FOR HER EYES, DO EVERYTHING YOU CAN TO GET AWAY!"
The cleaver yet again fails to find its mark. These griffons are certainly putting Silver's armor through his paces.
[1d20+4 = 15][1d20+4 = 20]>>119407Should probably have the armor start taking damageHe digs his hooves into the floor, dragging him along, then tries to pull and wrestle, side to side. She has a much better grasp than moments before.
The red robed griffin strikes again and again
>>119408I have no clue how much health it has.History nearly repeats itself. Silver manages to dodge the first claw, but in doing so gives the second a straight shot.
Is there any way Silver can get around these two griffons and charge at the one trying to drag Loputu off, even if it means provoking an Attack of Opportunity? [1d3+1 = 2]>>119409Yes, Silver has already moved over to their right significantly to get the swordHe scratches down, striking an area above Silver's breast plate on the neck
[1d20+10 = 25]>>119410A not-insignificant amount of blood is drawn as the griffon rakes his neck just below where his throat was torn out by the ghast just yesterday, but such a blow is inconsequential for his subconscious mind. Greater issues are at hoof.
Charge: Silver breaks off from combat with these two robed griffons to charge at the one trying to carry Loputu off, sword leveled at the female griffon. "I WILL NOT LET YOU TAKE HIM!"
[1d20+6 = 25]>>119412She is stabbed right through, her white robe stained in blood. Loputu pulls back, causing her grip on the reigns to force her down onto the ground
But the other white robed griffin retaliates