OOC: I don't mind. Heimdall isn't a big OMGEPIC character, but Jonathan and Xanriel are.
InC:
Heimdall ran with the party. His sleep had given him back a lot of energy, and he was now ready for whatever danger they may face. That night, his dreams were a blur of confused people and images - a premonition of the chaos of the Entropic Shore, no doubt. But at least he would be near water. THAT he could deal with.
He projected his mind out amongst the town, looking for the distress that Xanriel felt. "Left," he panted, leading the entire party off to a side street. Immediately, he saw what the trouble was.
In front of him, four burly and perhaps drunk men were surrounding a small woman with white hair. They seemed to be threatening her. Suddenly, one of the men reached out and punched the woman in the gut. Heimdall had had enough. "Stop!" he shouted. The men turned to face the party.
"Well, what 'ave we here?" one of them said, cracking his knuckles. "A vile piece of vampire scum, some goody-goody elfboy, a man who thinks he's got muscles, some crazy angel out of his mind, a blobby piece of rock, and a weakling Ulitharid. What's your business here?"
"Why did you attack that woman?" Jonathan said firmly.
"Well why do YOU wanna know?" said another man.
"Look-" said Dorfl, but he was cut off.
"No, YOU look," said a third burly man. "Just step aside, or we'll make ya step aside." He steps up and grabs Dorfl by the neck.
Bad move, thought Heimdall as Dorfl pounded his wrist. The man screamed in pain. The other three men drew forth daggers and ran at the adventurers. Heimdall blocked a stab with an elbow blade, stepping behind the man and sending a sharp confusing blow to his drunk brain. As he staggered around blindly, Ragen knocked him to the ground with a sharp right hook. Dorfl had knocked his assailant unconscious.
Jonathan had pulled out his sword, parrying one man's dagger stabs. The white-haired woman crept up from behind the man, kicking him sharply in the shin. As the man cried out in pain, Jonathan held a sword to his throat. On the other side, Zanthos had knocked out the man's dagger and held his own dagger at the man's throat. The assault was over in seconds.
Xanriel spoke to the two men who were still conscious. "Get out of here," he sneered. The men were only too glad to oblige.
Heimdall watched as the men dragged their unconscious companions away into the distance.
Done.