Jivven Noda'Razzr
"Geez!" Jivven barked, "Watch where you're shooting that damn thing! You almost nipped my junk!" He yelled behind him, shame at foreign concept to the dark elf. Oh well, he had to admit that the stunt did set the orc in front of him in prime position for a killing blow, and Jivven wasn't the one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Even if that horse wanted to skewer his balls with an arrow. There are just some things men shouldn't wish even upon his own enemies. Jivven stuck his short sword into the orc's throat, quickly reversed his grip in fluid motion, and ripped the blade free spraying blood off into the fray at his right and even on the cuff of his robes' sleeve.
Jivven didn't have time to savor his victory as the slaying did not escape the notice of an elf, who was not readying a spell to incinerate the shadowdancer. "Dammit!" Jivven cursed before impaling both blades into the trunk of the orc corpse. He wasn't one of the strongest dark elves and he wasn't going to rush ahead with his meat shield any time soon, but he had just enough power in his arms to lift the corpse and put it between him and the fire ball. A clever idea, to be sure, but still. The fireball engulfed the orc and the scent of burning flesh suddenly pervaded the immediate area. The force threw both orc and dark elf to the ground where they finally lay motionless, Jivven's head tilted lifelessly to the side under the weight of the dead orc.
However, killing the dark elf wouldn't ever be that easy, and as soon as the elf smirked in appreciation of his handy work a pair of throwing star found themselves embedded in the elf's chest. A quick glance at the pair of bodies revealed Jivven angrily giving the elf the middle finger. The damage throwing stars did were merely superficial by themselves, and allowed the elf to approach the dark elf and hover over the fallen Jivven, who was still screaming defiance with his middle finger. The poison, however, proved more effective than the throwing stars, and pain wracked the body of the elf, toppling him over on top of the mound of flesh of the orc and Jivven.
A grunt escaped the trapped shadowdancer and a second or two passed before Jivven muttered, "Hell... Why did you have to die right there of all places!" and began to try and worm his way out from under the pile of bodies. He tried to be quick about it, as he was vulnerable, and that was never good in a free-for-all like this. He was on his feet, his artificially orange robes caked with dried blood, scorch marks, and what he assumed to be fried orc. He really hoped that there wasn't a uniform inspection after this.
He turned to finally face Oraun, he had something for him too. Instead of the finger however, another throwing star shot towards the offending dark elf. Seems as if Jivven had gotten fed up with the self-righteous ass. At the last second though, the star shot pass Oraun, not before cutting a couple of white hairs from the dark elf's head, and embedded itself into the face of an approaching hostile. The enemy grabbed his face and hit the ground in pain before the poison ran it's course.
Now, finally Jivven flipped Oraun the bird as well.
Liliana Bloodleaf
"Take them. Alive, if you can."
Lily only grunted. Those around her knew what that grunt meant. Displeasure. She would much rather just plant an arrow in their foreheads and be over with it. Yet, she was not going to violate Wrath's orders, even if the thought of "accidentally" losing grip on her bow string and taking out a Child was much more favorable. She had found herself and her unit mixed within Kisikoni's and his. " Fan out and advance," she told her unit. They nodded and embedded themselves in the encroaching mass of Blackguard. Lily, and likewise the other individuals of her unit, kept her bow trained on the Children as they were subdued. The gesture was empty, as she couldn't just off one (no matter how much she wanted to) and the Children hardly felt fear. She was just trying to look useful at the moment as the others of the blackguard subdued the remaining Children.
After the job was done, Lily replaced the arrow back into her quiver and gave a short, low whistle. In mere moments the three others of her unit had found their ways to her, each nodding as they arrived. The last to show, the human archer Adel spoke first, "You rang?" The other two, Zyn and Landion grinned at their partner and at a job well done. They were all in one piece, except for the odd scratch or bruise. Lily herself allowed herself a small smirk. "Good job, yet again," She said with an unimpressed tone.
It was that tone however that made it worthwhile. It was as if she expected things to go so well, and that they would succeed as flawlessly as they did. That unimpressed tone meant that they did what they had to, and they all came home alive. "Right then, like Sid said, we're at ease for now so your time is your own," She said, chewing on her lip. She looked back over at the prison, "But if you go back into the prison, go as a group. There may or may not be stragglers, I don't want to chance it.
"And I thought we were thorough too," Zyn joked. Landion grunted at his counterparts joke. And with that and a nod, the three left for their own devices. Lily however, went over to Kisikoni first and shot him a smirk, "So this is how many battles now without a egregious injury?" She said, patting him on the shoulder, "Keep up the good record, yeah? I've got... Someone I need to find," She said, nodding and taking her leave of him. She then found her way to Sid. She always did like the halfling. Such a upbeat person, always deflecting everything with humor and snark. "Lieutenant," Lily said removing her hood, "I was wondering... You wouldn't happen to know where... Turha is, would you?" finishing her question by pushing her hair behind her shoulders.