Basta opens one eye lazily and peers at Riley for a moment, before yawning widely.
"Hmm." Ace examines the display. "I must profess, I am rather inexperienced with melee weaponry. Perhaps you could guide my decision. What, exactly, would be the most useful for, say, cutting off a piece of meat from a pig. A leg or some such thing."
"I'm afraid I rather need it right away. Thank you for the offer, though." Ace looks down at the cleaver and shrugs. "Honestly, I think this'll work fine." He taps the blunt edge of the cleaver against his palm. "How much?"
Ace nods. "Twenty-seven silver pieces." He places his left hand, currently empty, on the table palm down. When he lifts it, the payment is there, plus extra gold coin. Ace twirls the cleaver by the hilt, making it vanish. "I think I'll pass on the staff, though. Thanks for the offer." And with that, he leaves!
About ten minutes later, Ace teleports back onto the roof. "Hey, kid, you calmed down any yet?" The magician asks, stepping up to the barricade. He peers down at the boy quizzically, then looks at Basta. "What are so scared of? Basta's not gonna hurt you unless you try to escape."
Oh dear. Flying monster corpses. Cornelia likely stands in time to be struck, though Kirk may well dodge out of the way. She's thrown to the floor for the second time, trapped beneath the hulk's tremendous bulk.
"Somebody get this thing off me!" The gunslinger demands, trying to wriggle her shootin-hand out from beneath the monster's mass.
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In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
"Nothing you're going to like. That thing on your arm is dangerious. You nearly killed a boy. He's going to be in the hospital for a long time." Ace says. He pauses a moment, before stepping past the barricade. He crouches in front of Riley for a moment. He snaps his fingers, and a large roll of bandages appears next to him. "I'm sorry. This needs to be done before you hurt anyone else. I have a spell that will make you unconscious, but it won't work if you fight it."
Ace sighs. "Alright, kid, look. I don't know who you are and I don't really care." He leans back, giving Riley a little room. "But if you're not going to work with me, then we're going to need to do this the hard way, and I'd really rather not do that."
A playing card appears on the ground in front of Riley. The five of clubs. "Pick it up. Tear it. You'll fall into a deep sleep. I'll wake you up when I'm done."
Riley... ends up running right into the barrier. It's a bit like running into a window only with more magic. The boy will likely end up falling right on his back.
Which Ace is quick to tack advantage of, standing and putting his foot down on Riley's chest to pin the boy. "Look, I'm giving you one last chance, and that's two chances more than I usually give anyone. Take the damned card and rip it in half."
Ace's leg... is actually covered by a pair of pants. They're not very good pants - they're covered in patches. But they're whole, so unless Riley's going to start trying to worm his hands up Ace's pantleg he's going to have a hard time of using his powers on the magician.
"Basta, come give me a hand here?" The magician says with an annoyed sigh. The cat opens one eye, yawns, and stands, padding over to the two of them and trying to worm her fur-covered way onto Riley's right arm, plopping down on it. She's about as heavy as you'd expect a giant demonic cat to be - very.
"Take the gods-dammned card you little brat." Ace growls. "You're making this so much harder then it needs to be."
"What in the hells are you doing, kid?" Riley doesn't, unfortunately, manage to get very far before Ace pulls his foot away. Dry and dusty shoe-prints leave themselves on the boy's shirt. Ace kneels down, trapping Riley's left arm by the wrist under his knee. The magician picks up the roll of bandages, unwinding a length, which he will use to tightly bind off his arm right at the artery under his armpit. That should stop the blood flow.
Riley struggles even harder, and uses his right hand to try and use his powers to give Basta strong feelings of dizziness and pain and general loss of motion controls. He's sobbing and pulling as hard as he can to escape.
"WHY WON'T ANYBODY HELP ME-HEE-HEEEEE?!?!"
__________________ Sergeant Scrabble slowly snuck up behind the pants militia...
A wolf with a cream coloured coat stalks the streets of Inside. Hungry is the main thought in her head, and fortunately for her, there's plenty of food. No need to try and bring down a two-legs, when there were dead two-legs everywhere. It smells delicious.
She finds one and lowers her muzzle to the belly, tearing her way to reach the sweet organs within.
Ah, the growl: a universal communication of "I am dangerous and you don't want to mess with me!"
The funny-smelling silvery two-legs, however, don't seem to understand this. They stand there, making odd noises at each other, waving their limbs-that-are-not-legs and generally not acknowledging the growl.
They aren't moving any closer, either, so there are a couple of ways the wolf can take this.
The wolf fastens her teeth on one of her meal's limbs and starts to drag it away, keeping her eyes on the strange smelling two-legs, and still managing a growl. On her muzzle, her pale yellow fur is stained with blood.
A strategic fallback to a secure location to enjoy the meal in peace? What a excellent idea!
The aliens note this behavior. This is very interesting!
...and now they're following the wolf. Why are they following it? What do they hope to gain from this?
Okay, data, yes.
But why follow an animal that is obviously displaying warning behavior?
Well, is it a warning to them?
Maybe on their planet, growls are displays of friendship, affection, or a way of saying "I know you're there." Or perhaps the creatures don't growl on their world. Maybe this is a new experience for them!
One way or another, the aliens try to keep a steady distance for now, moving forward as the wolf moves away and stepping back when the wolf moves forward.
I doubt the predators on the alien's world express friendly behaviour when approached by strangers during feeding time, whatever friendly behaviour looks like to them. If they think the wolf is trying to make friends, they are not very good xenopsychologists.
At any rate, this wolf doesn't like their behaviour. The two-legs are clearly threatening and must be driven off!
She bares her teeth and lunges at them (though notably, she only crosses half the distance) snapping her jaws and barking. The barking isn't continuous, as a dogs would be, but it is quite loud and ferocious. The growling is much more menacing as well. She certainly looks physically capable of taking down a humanoid - probably by tearing out the throat.
That is straightforward! Now, these aliens do research quite well. They have odd methods, but they get results. When the wolf lunges, they both fall back. Apparently they were expecting for the wolf to cross the distance much quicker that it is, because they seem surprised when they are not immediately set upon by tooth and claw. Anyway, the female pulls out a small device, and takes a reading as the two turn to flee!