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Guess who's back...
"I'll keep them occupied. Keep your distance, and watch my back."
Malik obliged, that's the place he ideally always wants to be. He looked around for a better vantage point, and saw a way to clamber up to the roof of the building in front of him. He hooked his bowstring over his back and proceeded to climb, praying that he didn't get an arrow in his ass as he ascended. As he was halfway up, an arrow stuck in the wooden beam no more than 7 inches from his head, he looked to the source of the arrow, and into the eyes of the sending archer, Malik then proceeded to give him a rude gesture, a flip off to the archer while giving a 'screw you, you missed' mocking look, and then continued to climb, any further arrows now obstructed my an extension on the upper level of the building. On the roof, Malik had a birds nest view of the entire town, which was more than anything he could've asked for, it was a snipers dream.
He pulled out his bow and took aim, scanning the ground for the strange man, it didn't talk him long to pinpoint him, kicking ass down below, but outnumbered two to one in a bare fists matchup, and the Redguard decided to help him out, just because he could. Malik took aim, squinted, and let go once he had acquired the perfect angle. He looked up at his handiwork as the arrow pierced the heart of one of the man's attackers, who had just gotten up from being kicked down, sending him crashing to the ground, dead by the time he hit the floor. Again.
'Your back is watched, my man' Malik mumbled to himself, giving a brief 'your welcome' gesture-come-salute with his fingers that could be seen clearly by the warrior. Now, to deal with those archers. Malik inspected the area where the archers were holed up, on a balcony overlooking the square. He didn't want to try and take them out one by one, that would attract the attention of the rest once he had killed one.
Malik took note of one object on that balcony around 25m away and below him, and came up with a crazy idea. He took out of his satchel a bottle of strong whiskey that he was saving for a hard drink one day, and slightly regretted that his next action would mean a bottle gone without tasting. But then he threw it at the archers, hoping that his arm was good enough for the throw to hit where he wanted it to. And thankfully, it did; the bottle smashed against the middle archer's shoulder, the strongly alcoholic liquid covering all 3. The recipient of the blow was stunned, and looked up at Malik in a confused, 'did you just throw a bottle a me?' way, understandably. Malik already had his bow drawn, and his target picked, and he released.
This was one of the rare shots of Malik's that didn't end in blood, or contact with a living (soon to be dead) thing, but it was all deliberate. Malik's arrow did not hit any of the archers, or their weapons, but the large, unstable lantern hanging over their heads. The arrow knocked it down, and came into contact with the archers, soaked in stinking, alcoholic, but most importantly, flammable liquid. Sure enough, they all caught fire, and the screams could be heard from there to Solstheim as the fire charred their skin to a crisp, and the archers could do nothing but run around, flailing as the fire at at their flesh, and Malik could do nothing but smile at the success of such a spontaneous, mad idea.
He couldn't believe that worked, and he felt pretty damn badass about himself. And as he admired his success, he thought of several cheesy one liners he could say right now.
Malik obliged, that's the place he ideally always wants to be. He looked around for a better vantage point, and saw a way to clamber up to the roof of the building in front of him. He hooked his bowstring over his back and proceeded to climb, praying that he didn't get an arrow in his ass as he ascended. As he was halfway up, an arrow stuck in the wooden beam no more than 7 inches from his head, he looked to the source of the arrow, and into the eyes of the sending archer, Malik then proceeded to give him a rude gesture, a flip off to the archer while giving a 'screw you, you missed' mocking look, and then continued to climb, any further arrows now obstructed my an extension on the upper level of the building. On the roof, Malik had a birds nest view of the entire town, which was more than anything he could've asked for, it was a snipers dream.
He pulled out his bow and took aim, scanning the ground for the strange man, it didn't talk him long to pinpoint him, kicking ass down below, but outnumbered two to one in a bare fists matchup, and the Redguard decided to help him out, just because he could. Malik took aim, squinted, and let go once he had acquired the perfect angle. He looked up at his handiwork as the arrow pierced the heart of one of the man's attackers, who had just gotten up from being kicked down, sending him crashing to the ground, dead by the time he hit the floor. Again.
'Your back is watched, my man' Malik mumbled to himself, giving a brief 'your welcome' gesture-come-salute with his fingers that could be seen clearly by the warrior. Now, to deal with those archers. Malik inspected the area where the archers were holed up, on a balcony overlooking the square. He didn't want to try and take them out one by one, that would attract the attention of the rest once he had killed one.
Malik took note of one object on that balcony around 25m away and below him, and came up with a crazy idea. He took out of his satchel a bottle of strong whiskey that he was saving for a hard drink one day, and slightly regretted that his next action would mean a bottle gone without tasting. But then he threw it at the archers, hoping that his arm was good enough for the throw to hit where he wanted it to. And thankfully, it did; the bottle smashed against the middle archer's shoulder, the strongly alcoholic liquid covering all 3. The recipient of the blow was stunned, and looked up at Malik in a confused, 'did you just throw a bottle a me?' way, understandably. Malik already had his bow drawn, and his target picked, and he released.
This was one of the rare shots of Malik's that didn't end in blood, or contact with a living (soon to be dead) thing, but it was all deliberate. Malik's arrow did not hit any of the archers, or their weapons, but the large, unstable lantern hanging over their heads. The arrow knocked it down, and came into contact with the archers, soaked in stinking, alcoholic, but most importantly, flammable liquid. Sure enough, they all caught fire, and the screams could be heard from there to Solstheim as the fire charred their skin to a crisp, and the archers could do nothing but run around, flailing as the fire at at their flesh, and Malik could do nothing but smile at the success of such a spontaneous, mad idea.
He couldn't believe that worked, and he felt pretty damn badass about himself. And as he admired his success, he thought of several cheesy one liners he could say right now.