08.08.3013: Picnickers' Panic
Summary: Michael happens to be in the right place at the right time to protect two picnickers by the lakeshore. Rivea, who was exploring for practice areas, happens to be there to assist him.
Date: 08 August 2013
Related: None
Michael Rivea 


Falls and Lakeshore
Room description will be tossed up in a moment.
08 August 3013

The early morning hours down by the lakeshort are one of the genuine beauties of Imperius. The faint lighting of the sky from rose pinks to the normal powder blue is awash with the impressive sight of the obsidian falls reflected in the placid waters of Mirror Lake. A soft gentle breeze can be felt at times, but with the way the hard light shielding is set up, this breath of air doesn't disturbe the water much at all.
Down by the lake's front and nearest to the pass to the Veldt a young couple spend the early morning picnicing their breakfast and watching the sunrise together in this pristine romantic spot. Unaware of their impending peril, the two share a joyful and somewhat passionate kiss, before the man drops to his knee before the woman. It is then, when she's nodding her head in a 'yes' and body quiver with a pressumed mix of excitement and tears, the man taking her hand before rising once more to kiss her, the twin scouts attack. They come from the shadows, quick as lightning, wielding hammers and charging the two minutes old engaged.
Michael is sprinting at his normal full speed. Today is armored run day, so he's got everything with him and his breathing is labored. His practice great sword on his back, dull edge useless in a real fight, his hammer with its extendable handle like Thalo's, and his real sword are all strapped to his fully armored body. His face plating is folded away so that he can breathe the air better. At the cries of surprise, alarm, and sheer terror, Michael's attention moves to the couple and spots the hostiles bee lining for them. He shifts his course and draws the first weapon to his hand, the hammer, twisting the hilt to cause the handle to extend, and dipping his chin to activate his face plating. Now encased head to foot in metal and composites, the glowing red of his helmets eyes focusses on one thing. Protect the civilians.

Having completed her visit to the Chantry on Primus, and somehow taken a wrong step off the Ways, Rivea has come to Obsidia. taking this time to visit and learn of new places as her Lord informed her she should do. The Falls and Lakeshore she's heard of and takes this time to visit, and perhaps even afail herself of some practice time. With her keen eyesight, as she was looking around, she had seen and noted the young couple sharing a tender moment, a smile touching her lips wistfully. Then, as the hostiles attack, she begins to sprint in that direction as well, absently noting the other (closer)r individual in armor heading to their defense. Perhaps fortunate she had planned on doing some training of her own, she's wearing simple combat armor.

Reaching the couple just minutes ahead of the hostiles, they cower near one of the hard light shields. The man placing himself beween the woman and Michael, and Michael putting himself between the hostiles and the couple. Resolute, the armored defender holds his great hammer with an almost Thalo like countenance. (Minus the lack of size, and experience with the weapon) and steps forward to meet the enemy. No challenge goes out, not show of emotion through body language. Calm, almost calculated steps are taken. Drawing the first and closer of the two hostile's attention. The other one just a minute more behind, as Michael engages with a near indifferent seeming aggression.

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Hostile11 with Great Bludgeon - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Hostile11 attacks Michael with Bludgeon - Light wound to Right Leg (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Rivea passes.
<COMBAT> Hostile12 passes.

Rivea's legs carried her, as swiftly as they could, arriving just as the other man there in armor, launches his first attack. "A weapon, and I'll help," she calls out, coming between the couple and the hostiles, to Michael's clear side. Eyes veer towards the hostile Michael's engaged and then to the other a scant moment in time and distance away.

Hammers are meant to smash, like Thalo taught him, and Michael does just that. Smash. Into the hostile's head, causing the thing to wobble with it's own strike smacking Michael's rather sore legs. That'll leave a decent bruise, but Michael's strike will leave a nasty shiner this hostile will never know the pleasure of griping about. At the call from behind him, Michael only take a moment to respond by sending a hand to disengage the magnetic locking for his sword's scabbard. He, without looking thanks to the sound based tracking of his HUD, tosses the sword to the voice. "Play combatmix one." he says into his helmet and his favorite combat music starts up. Now, the other hostile is in range and goes after the big armored hammer holder.

<COMBAT> Rivea passes.
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Hostile11 with Great Bludgeon - Serious wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Hostile12 attacks Michael with Bludgeon - Light wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Hostile11 attacks Michael with Bludgeon - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Hostile11 has been KO'd!

Rivea'ss hand reaches to grasp the scabbard, her sword hand going to the hilt at the same time, pulling it smoothly from the sheath. For now, the scabbard drops to the ground. And, at the same time, that sword is prepared to swing, eyes quickly gauging where the sword will strick. The other hostiles defeat is glanced at, peripherally.

Aaaand the quarterback is toast! Michael followed through like Thalo showed him, the hard way as is normal for lessons from the Wall, and this time he caved in the metal man from space's head. Moving again, to strike the next target, Michael only takes a moment to consider the other fighter. Once more, going for the Thalo'ing strike.

<COMBAT> Rivea attacks Hostile12 with Sword but Hostile12 DODGES!
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Hostile12 with Great Bludgeon but Hostile12 DODGES!
<COMBAT> Hostile12 attacks Michael with Bludgeon - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

Rivea's swing misses the hostile as it dodges both her attack and Michael's. But, no harm, no foul and there's more time, subjectively, to plan where her next strike will go. Both hands on the hilt now, she glances briefly at Michael and sidesteps to the other side of the hostile so it's covered on two sides now.

Slippery bitch, "Fight like a man!" Michael grunts, with a wide smirk as the hammer blow stops cold on his chest plate. He's starting to pick up some interesting combat traits from the various Khourni and Orelle he fights along side. Thankfully he doesn't usually fight with Valen, or he'd be prancing about with a lance or something silly. His hammer lofts into the next strike, determined to make contact this time.

<COMBAT> Hostile12 attacks Michael with Bludgeon and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Rivea attacks Hostile12 with Sword - Light wound to Left Leg (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Hostile12 with Great Bludgeon - Critical wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

Rivea recovers from the downward swing to the hostile's leg. Lips quirk in an absent grin, as she says "I thik you've bruised both their egos now," as she prepares another swing at the remaining target.

Swing and a miss, at least for the hostile. Michael laughs and dances around the hammer of his opponent, to bring his own in with all his weight (a considerable amount given what all he's carrying) into the thing's stomach. The crunching of broken whatnots, leaking fluids from cracks and ruptures across the thing's abdomen provide good indication that Michael's exercise, training, and focus is paying off. This time, lets try to finish it.

<COMBAT> Rivea attacks Hostile12 with Sword - Serious wound to Right Hand.
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Hostile12 with Great Bludgeon - Critical wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Hostile12 attacks Michael with Bludgeon and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Hostile12 has been KO'd!

Rivea recovers from the final strikes the two of them took, breath a little heavy for a moment. This wasn't in the initial plan, of course. Then, she takes the time, to find something with which to clean off the sword, retrieving the scabbard at the same time. She glances over to the newly engaged couple and then back to Michael, "Stupendous use of that weapon there." She grins as she cleans off the blade, "And this is a fine weapon as well."

Okay, so if Michael hadn't just cleaned his armor yesterday… he wouldn't mind it so much that he now has hostile head goo all over him. However, when you deneck a hostile by pushing his skull into his clavicle with an abrupt and painful looking blow to the head. One can only assume the resulting mess means this hostile isn't going to get back up again. Michael turns to the woman who borrowed his sword, "Thanks, it was a gift from my former knight… that sword, I mean. As for this?" hefting the hammer, "Well, I'm learning even better use of it… guess learning the hard way pays off after a time." a chuckle before he walks over to the could, his face plating folding away. "You guys alright? I would suggest calling it a day and heading on up to the hanging gardens… or just perhaps getting home. You're safe now, and remember house Ibrahm protects this land, you'll always be safe here while there's an Ibrahm around." The two shakily stand up, giving whispered thanks to the two who protected them, and then with fear filled eyes they slowly make their way towards the lifts to the city. Once more Michael turns to regard the woman who helped him. "You're not so bad yourself out there… technique could use work perhaps, but then you did some damage yourself. Thanks for the assist. Name's Michael Athyros." a hand is offered.

Rivea says, "Rivea Therrien" holding her hand back to him, "No problem at all, Michael. It's justt been a while since I actually used a real sword but that…" and she smiles to herself, "….is in the process of changing." She casts a glance towards the departing couple, then finishes cleaning Micahel's sword before sliding it back into it's scabbard and holding it back to him. "I don't think I'm going to ever have the power behind a hammer swing or skill, you seem to have though.""

"Nice to meet you Rivea. Well, practice makes perfect. The Knight Lieutenant and best friend of my Knight is training me with hammers such as this. It's paying off apparently." the hand shake commenced and completed, Michael uses that hand to take the sword. Then he places it against his armored hip and the magnetic locks signal they've engaged. Now his twists the handle of the hammer and it slides up to become one handed to fit into a loop on the other side from his sword. "I know what you're going through with the whole, been a while bit. But changing? That sounds like a good thing."

Rivea says, "I was only squired two days ago. I have only been keeping my skills up on my own for a couple of years before I came to Landing. My ambitions and dreams were answered when My Lord offered to squire me. It will feel strange starting to actually work towards my dream again." This said as she watches him return his weapons to their appointed spots."

"That's good to hear. And yeah, it is a little strange at first but you get used to it quickly. Are you a fully fresh squire then? I can tell you've had some combat training, but have you been a squire before?" Michael keeps a close eye on the horizon incase of more hostiles. This was odd, for them to venture this far in… but perhaps a sign the Ibrahms need to ride out onto the Veldt and strike at them. He'll let Johana know about this if or when he sees her next.

Rivea takes a few moments to consider her reply. Shortly, she answers his query, "I had trained for a while with my Grandmother who had been a Knight before she was retired. She never squired me though. But, when she approached her final days, I chose to stay with her and then remain home for a time to work with my family. Yet, now I am here.. and was truly fortunate to have found someone who offered to squire me."

There is a sad shadow that flows over Michael's eyes, the light within shining still and giving the feeling of sunlight filtering in shafts through the canopy of a forest. "That was incredibly honorable of you, to do such a thing. It is a good thing, then, that you were able to find yourself a knight to take you on." his smile becomes a gentle warm smile. "If the actual squire's chores and such give your head a spin. Don't hesitate to ask me questions… I've been at this squiring thing for many many years. Hopefully soon I'll have a chance to prove myself and earn my spurs." he pauses, then motions in the direction of the city, "Walk back with me?"

Rivea nods, "I'd be honored" nodding along with his motion towards walking back. "I'm sure the euphoria of finally being squired will wear off, once I settle into the real work and training." She offers hima warm smile back, "And, your other offer of advice and assitance, is greatly appreciated. I know so few people here to practice with when I'm not training myself or with my Lord. It's a welcome thing, finally starting to make the acquaintance of others."

Michael nods as they start to walk towards the lifts to the city. Michael, for now, will take the easy way back. He just killed two hostiles… on top of his normal daily exercise. Sore, tired, and more than a little intrigued by this new squire… man so many new, but aged, squires these days. And here he was at one point a rarity, such an old squire he is… oh well. He'll be a knight soon enough, and Chiron has zero chance of catching up. That last thought bringing a smirk to his face for a moment, before looking again over and downwads toward Rivea. "Yes, don't let yourself get caught up in the excitement… can lead to troubling situations. I should know…" that drops off, then "And anytime, seriously. Should you need a sparring partner, or just a friend to go running with, call me and we can set something up I'm sure."

Perhaps, it's the way the current situation with the Hostiles and the way that it's warming up which is bring those who are older to the forefront of being squired. Older heads may make more knowledgeable decisions, at least once they're trained for what they're doing, or going to do. She catches the smirk on his face, with a raised eyebrow but doesn't call that smirk into question. Nor the drop in his tone. "I'd be more than happy to call you, and if you find you have need of someone to spar with or think of anything I might be of some assistance to you with, feel free to do the same.

Reaching the lifts, entering and proceeding to the city proper, Michael turns now to Rivea with a smile. "It was nice to meet you Rivea, and thank you for the help back there. I'll make sure to call on you about something, most likely as a sparring partner. I wish you luck in your squiring, and remember perfection doesn't mean perfect. It means you tried your hardest, then tried harder. I have to go, full day's work still a head of me and I need to see about this bruising I got. I'll catch you around Rivea, take care." Then, after a moment's hesitation for response, Michael turns towards the gardens and then the Shard.

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