Central Market

Mordred charges forward, making the vast majority of arrows hit fly through where he was standing before. He launches a fireball at a stand near him, and disappears for a second in the subsequent explosion and smoke cloud. When he reappears, he's drawn his long red rapier and his charging towards a samurai as energy begins crackling along the blade.
[Charge 1]

[Also, that makes no sense. Why does literally just walking a block take away all my charges?]

However quickly Mordred tried to run he would not dodge all arrows from the samurai as some were fired from his blind spots due to the samurai having surrounded him. This would leave Mordred at least incapacitated and probably incapable of launching his attack which was the aim of the samurai. He had not yet killed anyone, and if possible the samurai would refrain from taking his life. While this happened other samurai with long naginata weapons would block the streets leading away from the market while archers on the ground would take aim for TsaTsa and Mordred and the samurai on the horses would both carefully close in on the wounded Mordred preparing to attack if he tried to resist capture.

"Both of you, halt and give up!" the samurai would yelled to both of them. "If you resist further we will not hesitate to end your lives! Hands on the ground!" they commanded in no uncertain terms. Though the samurai of Kiyonai were not inherently taught in magic, they were taught how to deal with problematic magic users efficiently and would have worked on several team routines they could carry out in these situations. Despite this a few very powerful weapons had been fancied in cooperation with The House of Reason to combat magic users should it be necessary and these were available as a backup should the the two foolishly try to resist further.

[TsaTsa wasn't attacked by the samurai in the last post]

[It is explained here. Please read the part "Limitations" thefantasysandbox.boards.net/thread/1364/3-magic-paranormal-powers]

[Mordred's simple move would not be able to dodge the incoming arrows from multiple locations during a coordinated attack from what is described in your post. The amount of detail in the description determines its strength, please read this: thefantasysandbox.boards.net/thread/1361/6-resolving-conflicts-combat]

Mordred heaved a sigh, blood dripping from his arrow wounds.
"Fine, you got me." To the samurai, it appears that he complies perfectly, getting down on his knees and putting his hands on the ground, bowing before them. But They can't see the malicious, almost manic grin that splits his face as his right eye glows bright red. Hah! Foolish humans, I'll drink of your blood yet. I think this is the perfect time to give you a taste of what true power really is! 

    Hidden beneath his robes, the skin of his right arm begins glowing a dull red, as magic runes blaze to life over his bones. His blood heats up rapidly and his muscles begin to break down, dissolving into magic energy.

Alright samurai, think you're so special? Well then prepare to reap the whirlwind!

The two seemingly was giving up, but the samurai took no chances. The samurai at the fringe would continue to aim even more accurately at Mordred and since his companion.

This was however developing in a way that could potentially become very dangerous and from four different positions samurai had been dispatched each carrying a large shield that could hide four archers and the one carrying the shield. Spears are thrown in front of Mordred and Tsatsa and the archers were aiming from the four different positions at each opponent and would fire their arrows if they as much as indicated trouble. 

Although an opponent wouldn't know, these arrows weren't normal arrows rather they were specially made weapons developed by The House of Reason. Within Kiyonai these antimagic arrows would nullify any magic or magical barrier - and when making contact - they would make all other magical effects dormant and restrict the user from using any as long as the conveniently jagged edge would be stuck inside their body or near them. In other words they would both have their magic effects stripped away and being unable to perform any magic as long as it was there [and for one round after removing it or themselves from it and for five meters around the arrowhead and fifteen meters around the spearheads].

The samurai on horses would be there quickly after they put their hands on the ground and threw anti magic nets on top of them from a safe distance and would proceed to bind them with ropes of the same quality afterwards if supposing they didn't resist.


[I'll consider your last post a change of action from the one before. You would have been on 1 charge but the antimagic will probably cancel that]
[Note that antimagic is a constant in the TFS world and cannot be nullified by any means known.]
[Btw. of course there is a turn order in combat to limit action to the fair. If in doubt consider the first three posts after my initial attack the turn order.]
[Also, Mordred, I misread your last post and thus the post have no been changed to cater for that]

Mordred is warped along with.

Kiyonai was a bustling city filled with far more people than Shiori had gotten used to from her time in Tokhung. Now that she was in warmer, more pleasant climates, she was free to dress in thinner kimonos. Currently, she wasn't stationed anywhere by the Family's orders and was allowed to return to Kiyonai, where she had a residence under a fake name. She spent her nights there alone, relishing the silence that was robbed of her from nights at The Pink Lotus. It was work she did well, spying under the guise of a whore, but it was not work she loved. She wasn't sure any of the women inside that establishment loved it. Most had been wives of gamblers, sold off to pay off their debt.

Still, she was in Kiyonai, far away from everything that had to do with that accursed town. There were still many unsavory types here- in fact, there might have been many more- but there were good people here, as well. People who knew the meaning of courtesy. She didn't have to wear a kimono with red lining and did not receive the looks that came with it. She wore pink today, a welcoming color. Her hair was braided down her back, the tips of her hair reaching her knees. Though her face was pale and her lashes were painted, she wore no rouge. She looked a little closer to her age, though her countenance betrayed it.

In one hand, she held onto a small parasol to catch the flakes of snow that drifted down from the grey sky. Around her waist, hanging from her obi, was a small purse filled with a few coins.

The woman's arm whipped down like the head of a viper, fingers tightening onto the boy's hand, thumb pressed painfully into his palm. She knelt down in front of the boy, a smile on her face as though no ill event passed between them.

"Drop it," she told him. "Do not steal from me again, little boy. Next time I'm not going to be so nice about it."

Her tone was venomous and lacked any motherly qualities. Her stare was piercing enough to make a smaller child cry.

The hit would have connected had Shiori not put up a hand to deflect the tiny child's fist. Still, she let the child go, as something else had taken her attention.

As the child fled, she bent down to pick up the item on the ground. She spun it around in her fingers, then looked up to eye the child disappearing into the crowd ahead of her. She signed in annoyance. There weren't many coins inside the purse, but if he was desperate enough to try and steal, he probably needed them more than she did.

Walking back home, she decided to open the leather case and inspect its contents. The contents weren't surprising: Shiori was very familiar with these kinds of tools, and it was something she expected to see in a young thief's repertoire. Well, it was hers now. Perhaps the absence of his tools would deter him from... some amount of thieving.

She didn't have much use for it, but it had been a while since she owned one, herself. Perhaps it would come in handy.

The woman's body shuddered under the influence of the strange phenomena that passed through her. She chalked it up to the normal shudder that one occasionally felt from time to time, though there was definitely a different feel to it. Strange.

As soon as the voice spoke, her dark eyes flickered upward. She gazed at the man before her, taking in his peculiar garb, pausing for a notably long moment when their eyes met. The woman had only ever encountered one person with such a trait, but that man only had one. This one had two.

She stood up straight and held the case to her, glaring at the figure before her. “Oh? And are you the boy’s mentor?” she inquired, her tone sharply critical. “Thievery is a dangerous art. Someone’s going to cut off his fingers one day.”