| Thaltos stirred and groaned. Drifting back into consciousness, he pushed himself up off the ground to his knees. Slowly standing, he stretched and winced, putting a hand to his back as pain shot up his spine from the blow he'd taken when he was thrown against the marble pillar. "Unngh...that's gonna be sore tomorrow."
He noticed a newcomer, and stood up straight in spite of his injuries. Instinctively he reached to his back for the Shears, and his gaze whipped over to the stone statue that was formerly Vaal, one blade still embedded in his underside and the other in his outstretched hand. The newcomer making no offensive movements and the rest of his comrades around him showing no animosity, Thaltos relaxed a little and nodded a greeting. "Hi..be right back."
He walked, rubbing his sore neck with one hand and stumbling a little bit, over to Vaal and bent down to rip the Shear out of his underbelly. The action sent more pain up his arm and back, but he didn't care. The forcible removal of the blade cracked Vaal and the statue fell to the ground, shattering, the other Shear skittering off a short distance. Thaltos wandered over to it and picked it up, sheathing it alongside its brother across his back.
Feeling a lot more secure now that his weapons were safely recovered, Thaltos half staggered, half swaggered over to the others and leaned one shoulder against a ruined building pillar. Looking the newcomer over, he nodded again.
"So...who are you?" |