Randy and Tabor

(for the time line, Tabor attacked rats and then is on the roof around the same time as Randy and the maid made contact, and is closing in fast. This happened before Bonita's post)

Randy blurted before the maid could say anything, “now, I know what you're thinking. But I got this.” Whipping around the pleasant flower bush that had blatantly been uprooted. Randy held in the aggrivation that he had for the girls returning the flowers.
The maid was so stunned she almost let go a small smile at the futile attempt at a truce. why is he doing this, he’s going to be leaving across the seas tomorrow. but right when she was beginning to think that Randy had a soul, the two floozies (Mira and Bonnie how rude) came up, wearing his cloths and following him around like little puppy dogs, that horrible bag of-why are they wearing them?.
Mira “Now randy we don’t have much time, we have to get Will so we can meet up with Nila.”
Bonita agreed “We don’t want to stay hear any longer then we have to.”
in the Maiden's mind. what’s so wrong with my home!-WHAT?!!! she blasted when she realized, Randy was a pimp! It all made sense, they were even going who knows where, Nila's just to have an average meeting! The evidence practically spoke for itself. One thing was for sure, she would quit her job with Gray if he had any more dealings with this vagabond named RANDY.

the Maid, coming to her senses blurted, “Randy… leave now.”
Randy pleaded, “hey, that’s hardly even fair, hear me out. I want to appolo-”

(Off to the side.)
Mira whispered to Bonnie, “are they dating?”
Bonita replied, “don’t know, thought monks were celibate or something, though”
they shrugged as the conversation went forth.

--tabor--
In the shadows the beast was getting closer, the vile stench of lily’s permeated. climbing down into the sewers as to use less energy jumping over buildings. Leveret began to scratch his arm as the pains began to become unbearable. Luckily his prey was just above his head just threw the floor boards, he’d have to run around to a gate. But the smell was so close.

--back to main group

the Maid commanded, “Randy be gone, you and your mistresses too.”
Randy taken aback, “Whoa, there’s been a huge misunderstanding.”
Maid, “Bye Randy.” SLAM!

Exasperated, Randy looked over to the girls did she-I mean, but- Randy had lost that diplomacy session. And Bonita was having a hard time not laughing at the situation.
Mira trying to bring continuity to the situation, “well, I think Will is off this direction.” ~BOOM~
“what was that?” Randolph said as he swirled to the direction of the noise, it being the maid's home.

---Tabor’s eyes.
Relief was running down his arms and he was dashing and smashing around the room as the horrible scent was being squelched in his hands, then a pest jumped on his back, also reeking of the horrible plants as well.

Tabor easily tossed it to the side bludgeoning it against the brittle broken floor boards and turned his attention to the puny offender. Reaching forth his (metal) clawed hand.
“I’m going to get a lot of relief tonight.” Thought tabor as that was almost his last cognitive thought that his demented mind could think.
Another assailant attacked his lifted arm. enraged, Tabor (with his free arm) grasped the first disabled nuance by the skull and flung him at the sprite, and knocked the other through the wall of the kitchen and roared with pleasure as some gashes helped Tabor deal with his unstoppable itch.

--Randy again

The pain was bubbling his vision and flowing liquid began to rush down his face. Tabor used Randy was his personal club/wall smasher and destroyed most of the complex fighting Mira, a more nimble prey and avoided the grappling suicide Randy was going to remember for the next battle… if there was a next battle. “Wish Mira could get the beast to find another play thing, its going to be a bugger trying to find a doctor.”

---Mira, just a little tired
Smashing his way into a main street and battling there way threw a fish market Tabor just seemed to get stronger and enjoy the dreadful scene, also trying to collect all the mortally wounded that he was propagating. “What was this creature’s motivation? –Gack!” Mira had been grabbed by the throat “Bonita, use your sword!” she hissed with her encumbered voice.
“Bonita’s movements were becoming increasingly choppier as no sane person could reach or stop the prowess of the beast; it obviously was affecting her psychology.”
“Bonita…” Mira squeaked, as the last of life was being removed, and- and Bonita froze.
The only thing that saved Mira was some loose rubble hitting Tabor off balance dropping her as he collected the last few people before he scampered down a sewer entrance with a mass of bodies over his shoulder down to the depths of the sewers.
Unphased by her near death experience, Mira swayed to her feet. “Come on we need to follow it and save Randy.”

---Bonita (if I may)
Running down the swampy corridors, Bonita was wondering if Mira knew what had happened, and if she would say anything.
Bonita was wanting just to run, “not be a strong warrior I can do this” no matter how much the massacre reminded her of her tribe and what happened to them she would out last this-this!”

Submerged in crippled bodies Randy conked out and had fleeting spurts of reality. Randy could only moan when he thought only non-Tabor people were around(man his logic was getting bad) was it safe to moan. he did, seeking help.