Cruelty to animals.

[quick]

Quick stopped in his tracks and clasped his hands together. The chain closed its ranks tight while still spinning rapidly. The shock of the impact forced the mercenary back a bit, nearly knocking his weapon out of focus.

The rotations were able to whip Grayell's attack in several directions, diverting energy away from the main point of impact. Still it was strong enough for Quick to have to really focus for a second there or else lose something he'd really miss.

The thorns all across the chain receded back while the weapon slowed down to a halt and circled around Quick once more.

He rolled his neck, making some joints crack, and looked at Grayell for a moment as if pondering what to do next. Quick figured he had the range advantage right away, but with that that damn magic attack they might as well be on equal ground, not to mention his quick reflexes at avoiding the merc's own attacks.

The mercenary was starting to regret not killing him when he had the chance.

It was dark out, he knew he had an advantage, but resorted to not use it right now. Quick rubbed his temples at the thought, as if it were giving him a headache.

The chain wrapped around his waist once more, with the chain ends now encircling his forearms and fists. The blade ends tucked themselves under and over the wrapping on his fists, forming makeshift punching daggers.

His focus stopped now, and Quick took a breath to relax his muscles. His waist was encased in armor and so were his forearms and hands.

The poachers were moving out now, rushing through the woods following the lead as he frantically left the scene.

Quick charged forward with his bladed gauntlets, pulling an arm back before releasing a forward straight at Grayell's face.

[Grayell]

Much better.

Grayell grit his teeth as Quick changed up his tactics and as his chains became gloved weapons, he hissed a breath between his teeth. His stance shifted, right leg before and his left side behind. His hand opened, his blade swiveled back and his fingers gripped in in reverse, the flat of the blade against his forearm. His eyes were set on Quick's feet and hands, the pommel of his sword pointing immediately at the Merc's head. He waited...

... he telegraphed the attack. Whether it was a ruse or not Grayell could not know yet but as Quick's lead foot landed and the punch shot forward, Grayell spun backward on his right foot, shoulders folding behind the punch and his left leg shot like a whip at Quick's gut.

It recoiled in an instant and he brought himself back around, his blade unfolding from reverse and swinging wide at Quick's unarmored legs.

[Serenity]

(Will just make a post with this profile)

Quick flashed a crooked smile as he saw Grayell's attack coming. Using his magic combined with the fact his weapon was wrapped around his arms, the mercenary's hand moved quickly to catch Grayell's foot before it could make a connection. His jerked quickly to see the blade coming from the other side and with his free hand, moving it faster than a normal man can do, blocked the sword with his armor.

As quickly as it happened, the wrappings loosed themselves and spear heads found their way around Grayell. The hunter was tied up in an instant with Quick's chains, from head to toe he couldn't possibly move. The merc raised Grayell up slightly above him, satisfied with his job.

"I'll be honest fella, I thought you had me with that magic sword of yours. But," he shrugged, "I gave you what you wanted in the end. Now I know I may not look it but I can use my hands pretty well, in more ways than one, just ask Serenity." he winked while clicking his tongue twice, "Nah I'm just kidding with ya, that woman would hunt me to the ends of the earth if she knew I meant that."

"Now I'm gonna be fair and let you go, obviously you just wanted a good fight, even stuck around to fight me when you could of just chased after them rustlers. They're probably out of the forest by now."

Quick backed up a bit, away from the edge of their clearing into the more open ground, still carrying a hovering Grayell.

"Before I let you go, just some friendly advice, friend, might save you one of these days. Just watch that temper of yours."

The mercenary spun around in place now, first slowly then quickly as he gained the momentum. Grayell was spinning around so fast in the air that he might as well have been in a tornado. At the peak of his little run, Quick's chains let go and sent Grayell flying into the air in some random direction.

Somehow Quick knew he'd survive the fall and didn't think twice about it. He took off in the direction of the poachers, but not to join them, but head on to the next town with his pay in his pocket.

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Sorry to put this to an end suddenly, I've already given my lame reason why lol.

Grayell +6 acclaim

[Grayell]

A shame. Now I really want to kick his ass. Thanks all the same bud.