Veraka grunted as the firebelcher rammed head on into him at full-speed. Marala Vharc did it's job though, surprisingly, as the sword's razor sharp tip ripped through the skin, and tore through the thick skull of the rampaging beast. Multiplied by the firebelcher's own lethal charge and Veraka's own lunge, Marala Vharc had more than enough speed to ram through the beasts thick head, slashing into its brain and ending its life right then.
However, the beasts momentum also carried it right into Veraka, who had lunged in his attempt to kill it. The firebelcher's large horns slammed into Veraka's stomach, but not before being partially deflected by the aasimar's shield, though not by much. The paladin growled as the larger beast's momentum carried him backwards before falling to a halt.
Veraka coughed up blood onto the dead beast as he pushed himself up off of the dead creature, looking down at the hit onto his armor. His adamantine armor had held up to the charge, but at a steep cost to Veraka; blood now leaked down his and out of his armor; however the aasimar stood up and shrugged it off, a testament to his raw toughness that was built into him during his years as a barbarian. Marala Vharc was starting to feel hot through his armored glove.
Placing his boot onto the dead firebelcher, the aasimar pulled hard at his sword, yanking from the skull of the dead beast. Marala Vharc glows red lightly as it has been heated by the blood of the now-dead beast.
"We.... surrender. Champion of Bahamut, we know ourselves defeated and cornered without escape, we beg your mercy. My son and I, we will come peacefully, be your prisoners, run away if you wish, grant our spells to your cause perhaps, so long as you're not to pit us against the allies of our goddess."
The aasimar looks up to see the two redspawn on their knees, with their weapons tossed out in front of them. He does however, notice, the concern with which Naien puts forth for the other redspawn. Odd; I was always under the impression that most Reds only cared for their nests and eggs as far as paternal reactions go,
he thought to himself and Aurora.
Aurora walks over to his position right as the aasimar puts forth his thought, with the emerald-scaled Zarstra still clinging onto her fur. What are you going to do with them?
she asks Veraka.There's not much to do, I'm afraid; she's both surrendered and begged me to stay my hand. My being a paladin demands that I do as requested, especially if she has yielded the fight.Yes, but she also attacked you first; should you not retaliate for the crimes against you?
Aurora shot back, wanting to get a chance at the redspawn.
Veraka admitted part of him wanted to just kill them both outright and be done with it, but that part of him was also what he had control over. Yes, I'll give you that, part of me wishes the same; but that part of me isn't Veraka, it's the Berserker, and while I possess control over it, I will not let it get the better of me; however should the redspawn prove treacherous to her surrender, then don't think that I'll not be ready for it.
The great winter wolf grinned at his reply, knowing full well what the aasimar was capable of when his rage was in full swing.
"Servants of Tiamat, Your surrender is accepted, and I will stay my hand; you will accompany me and my companions to our destination, " he called back, keeping his weapon down, and his shield ready by his side; "however, know this; should you betray your surrender, you will bring down a vengeance from me the likes of which even your goddess has not seen."Umm, little brother; we may have a slight problem,
Aurora quickly chimed in.
Veraka whirled to see Neriah in trouble as the assassin transformed into a balor, and her magic failed at that moment.
"You wish to be assistance to me and my comrades, then kill this thing
with me," Veraka shouted at the two Redspawn.