Samie backed up a few more steps and tried to use her siren voice,"Look, you don't want to kill me, you want to kill him," she pointed to a nearby tree,"He won't fight back..." She looked around the street, trying to find someone who could help her.

(*looks at glitter..."pls don't kill my mage")

The voice seemed to almost ring in his ears, not to meantion the fact that Toril had lashed out in her sleep and knocked him from the bed. Yawning a bit the man stood scratching his chest. "Strange...I thought I heard someone.." he huffed before glancing out the window. There was a woman out there, and she seemed to be talking to someone. It was something about her movements that made him go to the window and open it. As he heard her last remark he quickly made up his mind. Climbing out of the window, which was on the ground floor, he made his way towards her. "Is everything alright out here?" Onmund asked in a polite tone.

Samie quickly recognized the man as the mage from the bar and ran behind him,"No, this man pulled a knife out on me and I'm unarmed. Can you help me?" Samie asked the man quietly, seeing the man just stand there with his knife to the side.

"I...um..." Onmund said nervously looking to the man. He could handle this...right? It was just one man! What was the worst that could happen? He nodded to the woman before widening his stance some. "Sir please drop the weapon before someone gets hurt!" The mage called.

Samie realized as soon as she told him bout the knife that this mage was not a fighter. If she had only had her knife with her she could do some damage. She took one more step back, holding her hands close to her chest.

The man quickly flipped out a switchblade in the other hand and started walking towards Onmund and Samie, threatening to stab them both. "And what can you do, little mage?"

"I...I um..." he said taking a step back. "For one I can...I can pee myself which I may or may not have already done...two I can do this..." His hands began to glow slightly the tips producing flames as he willed magic to them. A ball of pure flame formed in his hand before he threw it at the man though he didn't stay to see where it ended up. He stepped to the side in an attempt to get out of the man's way. "Get to the inn!" He called to the girl. "Go through the opened window!"

Samie saw the man fall and climbed up the roof to the window. She climbed in, seeing the mage from earlier sleeping the the bed. Samie was shivering and soaked, but she was staying a least a half a mile away from the inn. "Do you have anything I can use to dry myself..?" Samie was not in the mood to get up and walk down to the inn keeper and ask for a towel, seeing as her skirt was almost showing half her butt and stuck to her skin.

(Could you play the man?)

Toril had woke when she had heard the shouts, and already she was gathering her supplies. When the woman came back through the window she got a confused look. "Who are you?" Toril asked looking at the girl. "And what are you wet? Where is Onmund?!"

(Oh, Yeah, Sure)

The man stood, his cloak burning and sizzling, and started walking towards Onmund. "Good game, little mage, but I also have some tricks up my sleeves," He pulled three more knives out of his cloak and threw them at Onmund.


Samie looked back at the woman, then pointed to the open window. "He, uh, saved me from being murdered, he's, uh, out there fighting someone," She suddenly felt stupid for not helping the man, seeing as he had saved her life. "You might want to go help him.."