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In the middle of self-recriminations about preparing stupid spells, Blai appears in a cemetery.
It's dark, so it takes him a Light spell to notice that it's a cemetery, but while the range of headstone styles is unfamiliar the spacing and the inscriptions give it away. It doesn't look super actively haunted, so it's not an emergency, but he keeps one hand on his holy symbol and one on his mace as he picks his way across the grounds, looking for buildings or something.
If by buildings he means crypts, he's in business. Otherwise it's going to take a fairly lengthy stroll through this fog-shrouded evening to—are those sounds of violence from off to the left?
Damn it he does not know what Good people are supposed to say instead of that. He is not really oriented enough to be confident in involving himself in any violence going on around here but maybe it'll be really obvious like a green dragon or somebody attacking a kid or something. Towards the violence he goes.
A couple of very pale people with fangs and gnarly-looking foreheads are chasing a screaming civilian, all of them in unfamiliar clothes. The civilian pelts out onto the path, sees Blai, is bewildered, glances back at her pursuers, and keeps running.
Okay, that's so much more parseable than a standoff between bandits and adventurers, or tax collectors and merchants, or orcs and goblins, or fairies and farmers. He stands between the two monsters to block their advance. Their call if this turns into a fight or not.
Oh they are super turning this into a fight. The pair of them (tall blond guy, short red-haired girl) both lunge for him, with superhuman strength and speed but decidedly unpracticed technique.
A mace to the face definitely disorients him for a second, but he bounces back fast, and his buddy can apparently turn on a dime; she tries to wrench his mace out of his hand, snarling.
Well, she can't have it, it's got a wrist strap and he's got a good grip on it, and that leaves her pretty open for her own swat.
The other fellow seems to think this situation would be improved by teeth in Blai's face. Does Blai agree?
His argument is persuasive... but not on the short one, who now that she's done reeling from her face mace encounter is well-positioned to attempt a below-the-belt hit with a surprisingly sledgehammer-like fist for a girl so tiny.
The chainmail is long enough to make that awkward, though not impossible, so he has a bit of an awkward dodge there, and as long as he's awkwardly dodging he'd like a few seconds out of reach to cast Prayer.
Alas, they are uninterested in giving him a few seconds out of reach; the other guy is lunging for his face again, apparently not having learned anything the first time.
In a way stupid enemies who won't learn anything are the best kind, you can learn their openings over the course of the fight. Smash.
Decently high on account of vampire, not as high as it could be on account of her unfavourable training to bloodlust ratio.
Well, he gets an attack of opportunity on his way down and she might have a hard time holding on to him once he's there but she can get him on the ground.
She is having a terrible time holding onto him, because she reacts poorly to being hit with a mace, but luckily she has this boyfriend who—
The newcomer looks Blai over in a thoughtful, guarded fashion, then offers him a hand up.
"Thank you," he says. Do they speak Common Taldane in whereverthefuck he is, she at least looks Avistani. Up he goes, though he's distributing his weight as though accepting her hand is a principally symbolic feature of the situation.
Much like the vampire she just killed, she's a lot stronger than she looks, though she's also not too overbearing about hauling him to his feet.
She makes a remark in an unfamiliar language, in a friendly, slightly wry tone.
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