His kneejerk reaction is in a similar vein as the other two but just a little askew, the near-snapped, "They're not my--" that quickly just drops off with a snarl. He's remembering too-well a conversation with Kyle outside a makeshift hospital in Nocwich and his bewildered he's not my 'man' when Kyle brought up Istredd.
And look how that turned out.
"Watch the cart and get those bodies sorted!" he yells back to the werewolves, like he didn't just have a very petulant response two seconds ago, "if the ones that got knocked aside get trampled--" Well. It likely wouldn't be greatly received, that's for sure. And Lucifer is all about his reputation. It's the only thing likely keeping him alive.
Considering that he doesn't think Wilhelm can anxiety-dump on a bunch of hogs, and for creatures accustomed to the endless night the Darkness magic won't do them any good... he's left with his fire. Why couldn't it have been bandits or something, huh? So Wilhelm's got fire and whatever combat skills he's maybe managed to learn from Kyle, and one of Lucifer's older shield models.
Kell easily fits into the magic-user slot. Lucifer's known that from the get-go when they ran their fire brigade. The good ol' times when Lucifer was willing to kinda-sorta start to drop a house on Kell instead of now where he very much needs and wants to keep Kell alive not only because Istredd's 'sort of adopted' Kell but also just simply because Lucifer.
When did everything get so complicated? With all these different people? Humans?
Point is: Kell's got the most magic juice with a decent side of melee.
Lucifer, as always, is the front-line fighter.
That spread versus... eight... cringe nine...? No, ten torcainse.
That's fine, y'know, he likes those odds. Definitely.
(He just might have an easier time if he were solo. That's all. Less to worry about focus on.)
He knows Wilhelm's gotten a fair control of his flames but Lucifer isn't actually sure the extent. If he could create and shape a wildfire.
But maybe Kell could. And he wouldn't put it past Kell to have the means to fulfill what quick battle thoughts are running through Lucifer's head.
Either way he needs a bit more time, a bit more space, and for a bunch of boars not to be charging them!!
He grabs them both since for one reason or another they've already been up in his space, one arm around each of their necks, pulling them in impossibly close with an iron grip that they should get the point that they better not try to wriggle free. He clearly speaks the Ancient Thornean word for protect--a word that Wilhelm at least would recognize--and the wooden-carved brooch partially tucked between Lucifer's pair of tunic sparks with power.
Actual sparks, in fact. For a moment Lucifer doesn't think dragging the two in will protect them, but then the lightning shield bursts up around their huddle and an electric shock feedback pulses out a radius of five-feet away from them, temporarily stunning the nearest boars and catching the others off guard at the sudden hold-up.
The shield will last thirty seconds. The stun will only get them five, but he's banking on there to be some disorientation to them shaking out of it.
His words are quick: "Burn whatever you can; spook 'em back first. Then we corral them, keep it so they can't charge easily." He looks to Kell for assistance there, as the stun effect wears off but Lucifer's lightning shield holds. Lucifer doesn't have the magic means to achieve what they need.
80% Emotions, 10% mental battle strategy, 10% Lucifer Actually Doing Something
His kneejerk reaction is in a similar vein as the other two but just a little askew, the near-snapped, "They're not my--" that quickly just drops off with a snarl. He's remembering too-well a conversation with Kyle outside a makeshift hospital in Nocwich and his bewildered he's not my 'man' when Kyle brought up Istredd.
And look how that turned out.
"Watch the cart and get those bodies sorted!" he yells back to the werewolves, like he didn't just have a very petulant response two seconds ago, "if the ones that got knocked aside get trampled--" Well. It likely wouldn't be greatly received, that's for sure. And Lucifer is all about his reputation. It's the only thing likely keeping him alive.
Considering that he doesn't think Wilhelm can anxiety-dump on a bunch of hogs, and for creatures accustomed to the endless night the Darkness magic won't do them any good... he's left with his fire. Why couldn't it have been bandits or something, huh? So Wilhelm's got fire and whatever combat skills he's maybe managed to learn from Kyle, and one of Lucifer's older shield models.
Kell easily fits into the magic-user slot. Lucifer's known that from the get-go when they ran their fire brigade. The good ol' times when Lucifer was willing to kinda-sorta start to drop a house on Kell instead of now where he very much needs and wants to keep Kell alive not only because Istredd's 'sort of adopted' Kell but also just simply because Lucifer.
When did everything get so complicated? With all these different people? Humans?
Point is: Kell's got the most magic juice with a decent side of melee.
Lucifer, as always, is the front-line fighter.
That spread versus... eight... cringe nine...? No, ten torcainse.
That's fine, y'know, he likes those odds. Definitely.
(He just might have an easier time if he were solo. That's all. Less to
worry aboutfocus on.)He knows Wilhelm's gotten a fair control of his flames but Lucifer isn't actually sure the extent. If he could create and shape a wildfire.
But maybe Kell could. And he wouldn't put it past Kell to have the means to fulfill what quick battle thoughts are running through Lucifer's head.
Either way he needs a bit more time, a bit more space, and for a bunch of boars not to be charging them!!
He grabs them both since for one reason or another they've already been up in his space, one arm around each of their necks, pulling them in impossibly close with an iron grip that they should get the point that they better not try to wriggle free. He clearly speaks the Ancient Thornean word for protect--a word that Wilhelm at least would recognize--and the wooden-carved brooch partially tucked between Lucifer's pair of tunic sparks with power.
Actual sparks, in fact. For a moment Lucifer doesn't think dragging the two in will protect them, but then the lightning shield bursts up around their huddle and an electric shock feedback pulses out a radius of five-feet away from them, temporarily stunning the nearest boars and catching the others off guard at the sudden hold-up.
The shield will last thirty seconds. The stun will only get them five, but he's banking on there to be some disorientation to them shaking out of it.
His words are quick: "Burn whatever you can; spook 'em back first. Then we corral them, keep it so they can't charge easily." He looks to Kell for assistance there, as the stun effect wears off but Lucifer's lightning shield holds. Lucifer doesn't have the magic means to achieve what they need.