Tongs! What am I supposed to do with tongs? Palios decided now would be his time to attack, with the other jungle Okotan throwing his bottle at the mask maker, it might provide a suitable distraction for him to strike. Palios tightened his shield around his arm, sighed and begun his charge towards makuta.
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There was an explosion of powder as Makuta began his swing, the clay bottle making perfect contact with his mask and instantly erupting into a dense cloud of orange smoke, illuminated by the glow of the furnace.
And directly after, the hammer cut through the haze as the follow-through followed through. Jaawu would need to think fast.
So far the charge went interrupted - however, no burst of speed would allow him to reach the mask maker before the attack met its mark. He’d be able to avenge the strike, hopefully.
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Jaawu thought back to the one thing that had always helped him in life, the one thing the he had always fallen back on: his strength. So, in that moment he did the first thing that came to his mind, and he tried to catch the hammer on it’s way to turn him to goop.
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Jaawu’s strength was impressive, but nothing compared to Makuta.
His attempts to catch the incoming hammer head softened what might have been quite the bruising blow, his chest compressing from the impact and he himself sliding across the floor until his back collided with the base of the forge. Makuta took two swift steps forward and-
And then something peculiar happened.
As Palios rapidly closed the distance between himself and the mask maker, he might have noticed the figure abruptly stop his approach towards Jaawu and look around wildly. As he was approaching from the back, he was unable to witness what Ilya and the others likely saw: a thin orangeish film pass over his eyes which blurred the pupils.
He was blind. The effects of the strange mixture lobbed during the fight.
Palios slammed directly into Makuta’s back, knocking the mask maker to his knees and causing him to drop the hammer to keep himself from falling on his face. If any time was perfect for a group attack, it was now.
…However Palios may not be able to repeat such a maneuver, as one inhale of the remaining cloud suddenly shrunk his vision to a pinhole in the center of an otherwise impenetrable void.
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Palios felt something hit his chest, knocking him down, but not with enough force to be that of an injury. He had hit Makuta, he had actually landed a blow on him, alas there was hope after all! it mattered not now that he too was blinded, but that just confirmed that Makuta Also shared his plight from the potion. “Acceptable losses,” he thought as he silently corrected himself to a kneeling position, lest he make a sound and alert Makuta to his whereabouts.
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Katau had been watching the exchange the whole time, and it was now that he decided to make his move. The strange mixture had appeared to blind Makuta, so he started heating up the ground underneath Makuta with his sword.
Jaawu was mildly annoyed that he hit the wall. It brought back bad memories. But his main issue was that his chest hurt quite a bit. Nothing in his body was actually damaged, but it still was quite painful.
He usually tried to think the best of people, but this Makuta guy was starting to get a bit annoying, with the entire attacking thing and all. Like, it made sense, but there was ways to prove their usefulness that involved less violence.
Jaawu looked at the others and their current attempts to get the upper hand on Makuta and decided to just stay where he was for a minute. They seemed to be handling themselves just fine, and he needed a minute with his injury and all.
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Makuta slowly turned his head from side to side. For a moment his mask glowed, and his eyes appeared to regain their luster, but a sinister expression slid across Makuta’s face and they clouded over again.
The brick beneath him was beginning to heat up. Standing, Makuta quickly backpedaled to avoid the heat- and backed directly into Palios.
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Palios too noticed the increase in heat and had begun to reach out with his arm for something to help him stand up when he felt something collide with his shield which in turn produced a loud clang, Armor.
Karz! I’m dead! I’m dead! I’m so dead! The panicked Okotan did the first and most illogical thing that came to his mind, Strike, and strike he did. Turning his shield sideways and aiming a blow with all his strength towards the back of what he assumed were Makuta’s legs.
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Makuta jolted at the impact of the edge of Palios’ shield colliding with his legs at the very moment he was attempting to regain balance. However, Makuta had not earned the title of champion at arms by allowing unfortunate circumstances to take their collective toll.
Falling overtop Palios’ back, he rolled backwards and landed on his feet, scooting back and allowing himself to regain his composure. He could not see - this would, perhaps, make the fight a little more fair. But blind or not, Makuta was still a very capable threat.
For whatever reason he was not attempting to regain his hammer.
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Seeing that the heat had not really done anything, Katau decided to reroute it to where Makuta was standing now, touching the tip of the sword to the floor.
Cheshie took a deep breath as she gazed up the mammoth flight stairs that greeted all who dare approach the forge. She readjusted her pack on her shoulder, then began her ascent. By the time she reached the top, two things began woefully apparent to her: she was far too out of breath, and the forge’s gate was tightly shut. She paused, before tentatively giving the door a short but firm set of knocks. @Ghid
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Katau noticed a faint knocking sound. But he was too engrossed in the battle to pay much attention to it.
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The floor was taking an uncomfortably long time to heat up. In spite of this, however, no one else took any initiative to attack Makuta in the meantime. How disappointing.
Sensing the rising heat, and the absence of attack, Makuta suddenly threw his hand forward. The hammer carved across the walls of the room, shooting over the head of Jaawu and flying directly for Makuta. As it was about to strike him, Makuta put one foot up and kicked off the flat of the hammer, flying backwards through the air in an overly dramatic spin before landing near the door.
The opportunity to corner Makuta was gone. Now, the hammerseemed to have a mind of its own, spinning on the base of the handle in the spot where Makuta was a moment ago.
Makuta, however, felt about for the handle of the door. Somebody had been knocking.
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Jaawu wasn’t sure what to do. His pain had mostly subsided, but everyone seemed to be doing fine as they were. He decided to just stay where he was.
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Cheshie took a step back from the doors, a mix of concern and confusion washing over her face. She heard the dull thumping of metal on metal emanating from beyond the doorway. Well, I guess Makuta must be hard at work making masks…agressively. Cheshie thought to herself as she stood patiently outside the door, adjusting her grip nervously on the pommel of her blade.
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A steady stream of obscenity seemed to have replaced any conscious thought. Ilya shook is head quickly, trying to clear his mind of the distracting level of adrenaline and fear.
He focused now on his belt, drawing out a small black clay pot, the size of his fist. It was a low-powered bomb with the most diminutive blast radius he could concoct. He hoped; they didn’t exactly have a particularly good success rate. With his left hand he drew out a piece of flint, holding it between his middle and pointer fingers. He flicked his metallic thumb across it, shooting sparks towards the oiled wick of the bomb, desperately trying to ignite it.
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Palios Stood up- scratch that attempted to stand up, he was soon learning just how difficult it was to get your feet under you when you’re practically blind. As thankful as he was for that Quivering, substandard, second-rate jungle okotan- okay, wait, maybe he wasn’t as thankful for the okotan’s bottle of blinding mist as he first thought. But hey, if anything was to be drawn from this horrible sequence of poor decisions, he had at least gotten a hit on Makuta.
Focus
Focus, he needed to get out of here- er, the mist that is, however if there was a way to leave the building he would very much like that.
Get out of the mist!
Yes, yes, the mist; that ever present issue he was currently experiencing, oh how he had begun to despise this mist in the past minute- why was the floor getting so hot?
STAND UP!
Yes, standing up should take priority, how else would one exit this cloud if we do not move? Plaios stabbed his short sword into the ground and used the new leverage to finally get his feet under him. At last, progress has been made! Palios followed up this ingenuous course of action by doing something just as brilliant. The aforementioned brilliant action was of course Retrieving his sword and simply walking forward, and he wouldn’t stop walking until he bumped into something, something that might indicate to him that he had left the mist.
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After a couple tries the wick spits out sparks in every direction, burning slowly to its fated destination. The hammer was still spinning wildly on the tip of its handle in front of the party, and Makuta was fumbling about with the front door.
The sensation of air clearing from around his face told him that he had in fact cleared the mist, but his vision didn’t seem to improve. Only a pinhole of light was showing through an otherwise impenetrable void.
However, his strategy to walk forward until he collided with something was an excellent one, until he hit something low to the ground which decidedly tripped him.
Jaawu had an excellent view of Palios struggling to stand, then walking directly into him and beginning to fall on him. It wasn’t really clear what he was doing - outside of falling on you, that is.
Finally finding the handle, Makuta tensed for a moment and forced his eyes to slightly clear with a simple application of his mask power. Opening it just enough to see outside, his emotionless eye glared at Chesie.
“Name.”
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Startled by the door’s sudden movement, Cheshie immediately straitened up, her idle handing snapping to her side, and her hand firmly gripping the length of her javelin. “Cheshie,” She replied resolutely, before adding a more tentative “sir.” at the end.
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