Blood in the Alley (Anora)

[Hanzi Ambarando]

The man spilled his guts to Hanzi and the gypsy was an attentive listener. Satisfied with what he got Hanzi let the man's head drop to the cobblestones with a satisfying thud before wiping his boots clean of the bandit's blood and grime. Hanzi knew of the bar which he spoke and left the bandit there. If the man was lucky he'd get out of there without having to speak to those dark elven guards.

Hanzi took off at a run down in the direction of Anora and her kidnappers. He stuck to the walls, peaked behind corners, just in case there was nobody left behind to delay him. Gods willing he would make a quick time to this bar the bandit spoke of.

Once there Hanzi would observe the surroundings. He knew she was in the basement, but only a crazy man would run in without giving the place a quick looksie.

"Basement, basement. Where are you? Leave it to Gaje to live beneath the surface..." He growled under his breath as he looked for his opportunity to pounce.

[Anora Eventide]

(OOC: They're a guard Dimitri gave Anora, so I write their actions but they don't ultimately report to my PC.)

IC:

Anora absorbed the scattered images of the streets and buildings, piecing together a possible escape route. Her options were narrowing, though the deeper they burrowed away from other listening ears. Something had to shake them up or give her a moment of chaos in which to wedge her hand between the closing window and escape.
She had waited limply, feigning a continued effect of the drug until her entire body awoke. If her farce was at least scarcely believable what she was about to endeavor would be a bit of a shock to the man that toted her.

She bided her time until the men were arranged in a line as they readied to pass through a narrow space, so they would block one another in their responses to her next tactic,. Hopefully this would buy her some time to draw something of use from her dress's folds.

In a simultaneous motion, Anora swung one arm about her captor's neck so she could remain somewhat aloft if released, and savagely rammed her thumb into the man's eye with her free hand.
She was not especially formidable, but she was eerily nonplussed about jabbing a man's eye out. Where other women dressed as finely as her might have quailed at following through on such an action, she moved mercilessly.

[Kalenel D'Rinishad]

ooc: I took a few liberties with the guard, just to get things moving.

With a handful of the dark elven guards now having regained their senses, the bandit's future was not a bright one. Two vyystichi took off after Hanzi, easily catching him and then started to follow the gyspy. The others were more affected by the toxin and were being retreated into a nearby building to recover by their fellow brothers. The bandit was also dragged throught the door, right before the door slammed shut loudly...

With her sudden attack successful, Juice splatterd upon Anora's face as her face jammed into her captors eye. After a slight popping noise, the man let out a very high-pitched scream and dropped Anora upon her bussom. With her freedom now in sight, the sensation was quickly but to rest as two more guards grabbed her. Holding her down and tying her legs and hands, she quickly found herself in the basement of the bar.

Erupting from the alley, the trio of Hanzi and the guard came upon the sight of the bar. By the time they arrived, Anora was already in the basement and likely being guarded. There was no direct entrance to the basement that any of the group noticed, only the front entrance to the bar.

What to do?

[Hanzi Ambarando]

Vyssies, reminded the big gypsy of little children in stature. Hanzi knew better than to underestimate them. He put up with the two guards' company, sensing that this was better than trying to fight them. More importantly another hand was always useful in a fight.

Mulling over strategy and various plans the tall gypsy stood before the bar with his two new friends.

"You, shortstuff..." He pointed at one of them. "You better backtrack and tell your buddies where we're at. Me and him." Hanzi pointed at the other one. "We're going to go and scout."

Thump, thump, thump.... Hanzi's boots bounced on the stairs before he lifted his leg in the air and kicked that dang entrance to the bar open.

It was go time.

Hanzi would take no prisoners.

[Anora Eventide]

Anora didn't even blink when blood and saline spurted onto her cheek, rather a grim look of satisfaction flitted across her face. But it did not endure as her grip about the man's neck was dislodged in his jerking response and the instinctive tearing of his hands, flinging away whatever caused him harm.

She hit the floor with a solid thud and hissed with a quick intake of breath. Before she could scramble to her feet, the men were upon her again. As they tied her she gave them little ease in the task. Anora sharply kicked her feet, aiming for man's jaw that crouched over her legs. Those seeing to her hands received no kinder treatment as she swung at their ears. If they were going to carry her into that room she wasn't going to make it simple for them. No matter the outcome she wanted them to sting after touching her.

Bound and stuffed in the basement, Anora once again evaluated her options. They weren't looking particularly varied or bright as she orderly cycled through them. She evaluated the room and counted the men clustered about her and what manner of weapon they carried. Before she could act on any plan, a great crash rebounded from the room above as the door slammed open against the wall.

It did not sound like a friendly entrance for those who were in the bar. In a voice louder than the proper woman had used in months she tried to tell whoever might listen.

"Down here!" and relayed the result of her recent headcount of those in the room.

Elsewhere the spare Vysticchi guard was bounding in on his fellows brooding over their newest acquisition of flesh that was a little too dazed to render clear instruction. The breathless guard muttered a sharp phrase in their twisting language. In response, the leader of the "interrogation" gave a quick nod and eight Elves swarmed into motion heading towards the location with considerable haste.

[Kalenel D'Rinishad]

"Learn some manners you pathetic human! We take no orders from you," Spat one of the vyystichi into the face of Hanzi. No vyystichi of any standings would accept those words from a human holding no power.

As the group waited there, they heard the scream of Anora beckoning them. Having not the keen ears of the vyystichi guardsmen, Hanzi couldn't make out the words. As the rest of the group of guardsmen came from the back, they spoke for a moment with the vyystichi already there in their own language.

As the group scouted the scene, if they chose to, they would only see the entrance through the front door. It would seem their only option, and one that would have to be taken fast. Many faces looked upon the dark elves and Hanzi as they stood in the alley. The people on the street began to part away from outside the bar, and soon the people inside would get word of the arrival of the calvary.

They had better act fast...

Sicious stalked around Anora as she sat tied and now gagged to a chair. His ugly smile and dirty face rubbed against Anora's as he whispered what he would do to her if they ever found eachother alone...

[Hanzi Ambarando]

Hanzi laughed in the dark elf's face.

"This is rich coming from nearly a dozen of ya that got ambushed by this ragtag group of thugs. Ha! You take no orders from me, but remember I'm the one that didn't get shot with a blowdart in the bum!" Hanzi jeered at the Anora's guards in the front doorway of the bar. The broad shouldered gypsy filled the entrance of the bar with a menacing air.

The best defense was an offense and for Hanzi the best offense was charging full steam ahead. Hanzi was not the quickest, or strongest, or best trained, but his determination was without equal. Play for keeps and go for the throat was his philosophy.

Anora just screamed!

"You fething idiots! She's down there!" He beckoned the guards to come inside quickly. His upperlip curled and he scanned the bar's interior looking for some sort of clue as to the entrance to the basement. He would follow the sound of her voice if possible. Hanzi was a man on a mission- find Anora.

He gripped the top of his walking stick tightly ready for action.

[Anora Eventide]

Anora turned her face away from Sicious's fetid breath, terrible as piles of kitchen refuse in summer, showing him her regal profile. His wicked promises were borne in contemptuous silence. She let them glance off her ears and clatter to the floor as if no more than an insolent fly's buzz.
Her initial thrashing reaction was solidifying into a wintry detachment. Something was ticking and spinning in her thoughts, but she would no longer betray their ability to vex her. Unless she could display her displeasure with a corkscrew blade in Sicious's gut.

As the rope chafed her wrists and the cotton uncomfortably muffled her breath, Anora managed to adopt the look of one who was maliciously smiling. Her eyes had fallen on the gaping hole in one her kidnappers' faces. It streamed blood down his cheeks and looked as pleasant to her as the firstfruits of the vine.

The remaining eight Vysticchi's footsteps sounded outside, the bar. Several sharp phrases passed between the dark Elves, before they tried to open the door that Hanzi had been so kind to almost kick down.
Careful investigations were for another time, they were mostly in a temper to kill something as they attempted to push into the room. They'd finish what damage gypsy had started on the door and spill into the room, bucklers ready and fiendishly curved daggers drawn where spears had been discarded.

[Kalenel D'Rinishad]

It was apparent to the calvary as they arrived that the everyone inside the bar was somehow in on the kidnapping. There was dead silence when Hazni entered, many bigger men stood from their seats. When the dark elves appeared, things took a turn for the worst. It looked as if a fight was to break out, one between Hanzi along with eight vyystichi and a bar full of drunks.

"Yerr not welcum herrr!!" One of the men screamed. That made everyone else erupt as they came toward the doorway. Hanzi had better think fast.