LucidRain

"Whatever you say, lightbulb." Visrii rudely dismissed the white being. She spoke weird anyway. Now the giant was the problem. "As for you? We have winged lizards, but not huge. Or look like they've come out of a tar pit."

"Existential breach? Isn't that what emotion-sick adolescences get?"

Right, don't piss off boss man/woman/attack helicopter. Got it.

Dragon! His mind immediately registered the beast's presence, striking undeniable fear. A book-flinger, a paladin girl and now this? He looked down at his knife, then at the dragon that towered over him. "Well... shit." He hissed. There was no other way - unless he wanted to be roasted in fire, stabbed and ripped open at the same time, he'd have to cooperate with these...things. He lowered his weapon cautiously. "Okay, where the f*** am I and why the f*** am I talking to a dragon and can I kill that mage already?"

Shields against knives, damn. If only he had his halberd... "Right, 'no body needs to get hurt'." You know, someone just a few hours ago just said that to me. And what happened? I got a book to the face and he got knocked out. Don't think that's quite the case" he snorted.

Right, the haloed man. Visrii silently noted that he'd have to kill the perceiver first before he did anything else in secret. He shoved off the strange white being who was carrying him and brandished his knife. A different cast was near his area, but he didn't put away his weapon. "Right, everyone's pretending to be harmless once again."

Red. Red red red. Fire, crawling through the darkened blue. Red red red. Blood, dripping down the splintered brown... Down down dow... Visrii woke up. This time his conciousness trickled back in, the blackness creeping away. Urgh... again. He replayed the brief fight before his second knock-out. Beaten by an average mage! And not even an arch-mage either! This fact both infuriated and embarrassed him - never had he any trouble in killing anything in a dueling standpoint. But for now, Visrii had to swallow his pride. If a simple mage can knock him out, then he had no chance to knock anyone out if he kept about in his arrogant ways. He never moved from his limp posture as he felt someone carrying him again. Alright, so these fools insist on dragging him to some place. Prison pits, gallows, dungeons, whatever some of these new inhabitants dumped their unwanted into. All he knew was that he wasn't in too much of a danger right now - at the very least, everyone was off-guard. He searched for his familiar weight on his back. Shit, they've taken my halberd, he thought, though they haven't taken any of my daggers. Utility dagger at hilt. 2 daggers in his shoes and 1 needle inside the fabric of his clothes. He reserved one for the book-flinger and well, the others were a bit more troublesome. For now, he needed to wait and look for opportunities.

Visrii growled and let go of his injured arm. One more hit. One more hit. He sprinted toward the grey cloaked man, halberd brandished. Let's end this. In all his zeal, however, he need not noticed a singular book flying across the pale sky streaking towards him. One more hit.

Visrii saw through the charred piles of books that he had scored a hit on the mage. However his triumph was short lived as he felt piercing pain on his staff arm, the red patches getting more vibrant. Damn it! He looked banefully against his adversary, holding his staff arm with his other. Just one more strike...

Time to test, then, He thought grimly. He brought down his own lightning strike at full force against the incoming wall of books, aiming to attack right through this wall and directly at the mage.

Um. I was thinking of Visrii surrendering only to superior firepower from everyone in the party, but if you have any other suggestions, feel free to do anything. Alright, I need to go to sleep, so let's put Visrii to rest, eh? (Chronos you can knock him out)

Again, the bolts dissipated against the wall of books, as he had correctly guessed. This mage's spells were annoying but with enough force, he could blast right through the wall. His arms tinged with pain as he prepared a powerful lighting storm against this new adversary. No holding back this time.

Go ahead, it's not like Visrii is not going to listen to anything other than actions.

Visrii realised his mistake a split second before his head collided with the books with a thick thud. He staggered back at the unexpected blow, barely recovering his balance with his staff. He cursed his arrogance under his breath has he regained his stance. He hadn't closed ground against this mage and he was wasting time. He checked with the haloed man - right, he was loafing around. This mage, was on his own then. He charged his staff and sent bolts against the mage again. More careful this time.

Visrii swiftly jumped over the rapidly incoming wall of books, his halberd readied to strike up against the man's arms. Pesky mage - the cloaked man was more or less harmless but he could see taking out this one first would make the rest of the battle much easier.

The bolt harmlessly dissipated against the sudden wall of books that sprung out in front of the grey cloaked man. Strange magic, never seen before. Still, it was nothing more than the many arcane shields he had encountered. "And I mean you a lot of harm." Visrii retorted as he rounded around the wall and closed in on his enemy. If this man meant anything, his corpse would have to do the talking for him.

Visrii quickly side-stepped out of the book's way, the book harmlessly landing behind him. Weak. Either this mage is extremely impotent at attacking or it is a testing shot. Latter, most likely, but the former was reassuring. Could still take out at least one. "Right, say 'we mean you no harm' again and I will make sure to have your head meet the other guy's head real soon." He charged up a bolt and hurled it against the grey cloaked man. Testing shot, but still could kill if caught off guard.

Well, yeah. Except ItE refused to disarm him. You know, my character really lacks the concept of 'trust' and 'friends'. Plus, to my character he was dropped into the middle of everyone's firing range, which he would have avoided at all costs. Also, may I attack someone without killing them? Or nearly kill someone but get knocked out instead? Because man, my character really hates everyone's guts and he's looking for trouble.

Visrii scoffed at the grey cloaked man as he quickly registered the haloed man into his stance. "Yeah, right. 'We mean you no harm'" He said in a mocking voice as he adjusted his staff to decapitate the man. "You know what happened to the last guy who said that? His head never quite managed to make it back to his body afterwards." He scowled at the others as he watched them turn to him. "Don't step any closer, it ain't gonna end pretty for any of us."

He looked at the first entity that spoke up, scanning what appeared to be a man in strange but plain clothes. Grey cloak, no noticeable armour. Hands up, that would buy him about 0.5 seconds if either party was to attack. No weapons, except for a book. Mage, perhaps, but he will most likely kill him before he could do anything harmful. His eyes moved onto the next - okay, some young human girl wielding a shield and spear. His halberd most likely could take care of her shield if the others didn't intervene. Again, she wasn't acting hostile like the previous man, but it didn't convince him to lower his guard. Instead, he gripped his staff tightly and took the time to align his lighting shield to front-load, where most of the party was. "And who the hell are you?" Visrii demanded, ignoring anyone's questions.

He does wear light leather armour - though yes, he can he quite a danger to everyone. Like, everyone.

He's not a blood mage, his arms have internal blood vessel rupture because he doesn't restrain his magic attacks, permanently staining patches of his skin blood-red. (Similar to red patches high-G pilots get in real life) Though I guess it really does seem like he is one looking at his past and personality. :/

...isrii... Looking, staring, gazing... Visrii... Ripping, shouting, crying Visrii! Stumbling, running, drowning... Suddenly he was wretched out of the pitch black and thrown into a cascade of light and colour. Yet again. He gasped and stumbled, falling from someone's grasp. His mind hurriedly pieced together the world. He was following a group. He fell over. He got knocked out. Now somehow he had fallen from something, someone rather, and he was now in the dirt again, in all his blazing glory. Wait - now he was within the group! He quickly got back up again, and instinctively brandished his staff defensively, cloak and crystal instantly crackling dangerously with energy. His sharp amber eyes registered the entities in the vicinity - grey cloak, metal golem, haloed man, a white figure - too many! He could feel old wounds in his arms starting to open, but now wasn't time for caution. There were 10 or more potential enemies and restraint was definitely not befitting.

Visrii kept watching as the group turned around a tight corner, the man with the halo still watching carefully. He was being too slow - the group was walking out of line of sight! He sprinted up and attempted to reach the nearest rock, not seeing an innocent looking rock on the pathway. He unceremoniously tripped and smashed his head on the path, breaking his nose and sending him ploughing...right in front of the watcher's feet. Shit. Kill me now, he murmured into the dirt as his conciousness slipped away. (Will be away for a while. My character's knocked out so do whatever with him while he's out. Please don't kill him doe D;)

Probably found. I was thinking at some point he trips over something and gets found out lol.