@Colapse

Eetlis smiled and said "I'll take that as a yes then" he then made his way down to the arena eyeing the Wych with the twin daggers. He casually hopped into the arena and leaned his shard rifle against the wall of the arena before facing the Wych and cracking his knuckles. He opened his mind and let his senses and reflexes dictate his movements. He had trained in combat for so long that he no longer needed to consciously think of his actions, it was something his body already knew. All he had to do was go with the flow. He then put himself into a flexible combat stance and moved slowly towards the Wych.

OOC: Eetlis basically will try to fight the Wych as flashy as possible while leaving his actions to his instinct and muscle memory. While he is fighting he will make comments to distract the Wych starting with "Whats your name?" and carrying it on from there even if she doesn't respond. His goals is to first get a pattern down then disarm her and then finish her off.

As the pain rushed through Kaesar he openly showed his pain, as if to serve and please the wychs. It quickly turned into a wicked grin and he laughed.
He went for the one with the whip this time, using the same tactic as before, trying to keep one the other in between the rest.
He was done playing around and made efficient lethal blows this time, aiming for large muscles in the leg and the neck.

<Pleasure bar> @kanila @Maleth

"Don't worry, if it was poisoned me and Beastmaster would be dead already!" Eliria laughed after seeing how the wych reacted to the drink offer, before exchanging her needles and started to fill the spider with color, in this case it was midnight blue.

"So, since I see that there's no way I can throw you off now, tell me what do you want to know? And be specific, I like specifics."


<Training pits> @Grall_Stonefist @Wata @Virgil_Corbec

Moving forward towards the wych, Eetlis cracked his knuckles and attacked the female warrior. She tried to dodge but the kabalite was way too fast and his fist connected with her head, forcing her backwards. But as soon as he took another swing at her was the moment she dropped low and stabbed him right below his left knee before rising up and carving his stomach armor. It would seem that she in fact, simply waited for him to attack her bravely and without weapons and now that he was close, she started working on his body. Wych stabbed him three more times before he was forced against the pit's wall, his abdomen bleeding from eviscerating wounds while the crowd, despite it (or because of it?), cheered at the spectacle.

On the other side of the pit, the battle was heating up. Parrying the razorflail successfully this time and kicking the wych away, Kaesar was still not fast enough and the whip, instead on his back, cracked across his face. The blow broke one of his red eye lenses, the glass shattering and spraying his cheek in sharp shards. However before she could bring her impaler to bare, Kaesar scored two blows, one searing her other thigh and the second taking part of her shoulder armor as well as skin below, forcing the wych on the defense as her wounds now started to pile up.

He turned around to block another attack from the other wych but instead he saw her laughing, simply skidding around the edge of the combat and well out of his reach as if now finally allowing him to fight one on one with her wounded sister. Further away he also spotted third wych cutting up an unknown kabalite warrior who apparently joined the battle to help him out but was in the problem of his own.


Wyches (elite): 6HP (2 daggers)\ 3HP (impaler + whip)\ 6HP (sword + razorflail)

Kaesar: 7HP Eetlis: 8HP


<Armory> @bossaroo @Draconion

While all of that was happening, on the other side of the fortress messengers found two particular members of the team - Kabalite warrior Ave'ras and Mandrake Assassin Thû. The message was simple: they were being asked to come to the armory located inside the spire on behest of Seneschal Kouron who needed to discuss the following raid with them.

Once they eventually arrived at the scene, they would see this particular chamber filled with all kinds of weapons and even more warriors, at least three dozen of them were busying themselves with preparing their gear while a myriad of slaves ran around with necessary supplies, helping out couple of Dark Eldar artisans who worked to fix broken armor or repair damaged guns.

There was also a final surprise for them in store (since Kouron was not here at the moment and they were supposed to wait for him) two servants approached them and directed each to a nearby weapon's crate inside which they could find the reward given to them by their Archon for mission well done.

Aesra was interested to hear the questions and subsequent answers to Heltherith's questions. So he just sat there relaxing as Eliria continued her work. Was this a ploy to get some sort of leverage over the wych by the slave mistress? Or would it be truthful? Only time would tell for sure.

Hetax laughed a loud, growly and ugly laugh as he saw what the wych did to the very overcomfident kebalite warrior, though it ofcause was a bit sad that she had to divert her attention from the true spectacle witch was the 3 on 1 duel with the incubus, seemingly given the Khaine plegded warrior a respite to show his true prowness.
"Mistress sucubi, shall i pull out the pretender so the real match can go on" Hetax called out to the succubus, lifting his barbed hook high in his upper right arm, ready to throw it the moment the lady of the pits would allow it.

OOC: hook throw if permited

Kaesar regarded the new unknown combatant with slight amusement. The flail girl wasn't an immediate threat, so he focused on finishing off the whipping one.
"You got some of my face." He chuckled lightly, then shifting to a much more menacing tone. "Think that's it for you."
Kaesar charged, putting style and finesse into his movements. Nothing unnecessary but you can still look good when you are doing what you love.

Ave'ras cracked his neck as he walked into the armoury only then recovering from reasserting his self control his back and feet arrayed with pain along with the left over aches from the needles to hold his armor in place , a truly delightful sensation. He eyed the Mandrake as he also walked into the armoury . He must've recieved his own invitation. He did not know much about the mandrake but he supposed no one did though he de have the understanding that his acting was a strong suit if the incident in the Archon's throne room was anything to go off of.

He saw the crate and started regarding it trying to figure what device it'd hold, he would've prayed it wasnt a trap if the mere though of doing so didnt make him chuckle. He felt a slight compulsion to open the crate before sighing and biding his time his thoughts drifting away from the crate in the armoury to the knife hanging from his hip and its owner, his thoughts on how to retrain his old cohort brought a smile to his face that looked leagues away from the almost genial smile his face usually bore . It would be a good day when he was finally done with all the things he needed to do his eagerness for the days chores to end grew with each thought. He almost swore when he remembered the beast master and to find him his mood souring slightly and he quickly redirected his thoughts to the room to not get too excited his face returning to normal

@Draconion
"Ooh a suprise , how ... Pleasant what do you think you got ?" He says his voice as friendly as usual and his eyes refocusing or atleast attemtping to do so on the Mandrake nearby

@Colapse

Eetlis was surprised at the Wych letting him get a punch in but now he was against the wall and getting cut up fast. The cheering crowd (for whatever reason they were cheering) had the effect of reinvigorating Eetlis so he decided to go on the offensive once more. He charged the Wych with a flurry of blows aimed at the joints and vital spots.

Having finally gotten Eliria to talk about the Archon, Heltherith considered her question to pose rather carefully considering the request for specifics about the question(s) she may ask.
So she said "Well, perhaps you can elaborate if the Archon has a tendency to present his underlings the illusion of choice but always plans for them to achieve a certain result?"
Suffice to say, she hoped that would work well enough for a specific question. And she was very much in the mood for posing it to others, should she feel that Eliria was being economical with the truth to her.

<Armory> @bossaroo @Draconion

"Well, well, well, look who we have here," while Ave'ras waited for Mandrake's reply and busied himself checking the crate for traps (there were no traps), he heard a familiar voice coming from behind. Turning around, he spotted a familiar figure amidst numerous other present kabalites, grinning back at him. "Well isn't that my old friend Ave'ras!"

Aerith approached him, armored in a slightly better version of kabalite armor while having a pistol and a power sword on his hip. Apparently, he rose up in ranks since the last time (not counting the moment at the gates) Ave'ras saw him. "And what do you got there friend," he asked, his gaze going from the crate and spotting the knife in Ave'ras' hands. "Quite a pretty weapon, don't you agree? Looks kinda familiar."


<Pleasure bar> @kanila @Maleth

"What you just said sounds like every god damn Archon I've served under for the past seven hundred years," the Slave Mistress laughed, doing some finishing touches on the tattoo, "All of them are ancient schemers and Zar'uil is definitely one of the more interesting ones. He is quite devious in his ways but to not go too deep in the matter, I think that whatever I say won't do him proper justice, you'll just have to experience it yourself...Although by the sound of your question, I think you have already been on the receiving end of the Crimson Lord's diplomacy - am I wrong?"


<Training pits> @Wata @Virgil_Corbec @Grall_Stonefist

Once again on the attack, Eetlis scored another hit on the opposing wych before she stabbed him in return, spilling more of his blood and further wounding him - perhaps this was the moment he should go for his rifle? But whatever he wanted to do next was interrupted as an oversized hook slammed into his shoulder armor and pulled him backwards into the crowd, right before he found himself in "arms" of a three-armed wrack. Suffice to say, the nearby spectators booed the bounty hunter's move while the wych below, now bristling with anger as her prey was denied to her, charged towards Hetax and Eetlis, intending to kill them both.

Kaesar on the other hand, finally ate a proper successful attack from the wych fighting with him, her impaler piercing through his shoulder and getting stuck there for a second longer, allowing the Incubus to cross the distance and slam his klaive into the wych, cutting off her arm and forcing her down on the ground. (OOC you can finish this one off). The crowd cheered even more now as the battle reached its climax.


Wyches (elite): 5HP (2 daggers)\ 1HP (impaler + whip)\ 6HP (sword + razorflail)

Kaesar: 5HP Eetlis: 7HP Hetax: 11HP