Lokir's defence of the armour-less knight seemed proof enough that the black knight was on the side of the caravan against the bandits. But now the fight was on as multiple bandits attacked at the same time both knights, swords drawn, Lokir took one down quickly, but now the rest attacked together. While Simon had a shield would be faster than Lokir without armour, Lokir's heavy heavy would allow him to shrug off blow or make them strike where he wanted them to. He was trained to not only use his armour as protection, but as a weapon if needed, combined with his ability to conjure weapons of magic and Lokir could, in theory, be prepared for any situation.
The waist length cape that hung off of Lokit's back fluttered as moved lashing out at the bandits as they came in range of his sword. Two of the four caught Lokir's blade with their own as the last two came in on either side of the knight. Growling under his helm Lokir turned that into a chuckle as he moved his left hand from the hilt of his sword to the middle of the blade, using his glove to not cut himself. With his left hand now alone keeping the two bandits locked in to struggling against Lokir's strength, that left his right hand free.
Within his grasp suddenly appeared a flail of grey swirling magic, but as he swung the weapon at the surprised bandit on his right it proved solid as it connected with his left leg sending him crying to the ground in pain. There was a loud clank as the bandit on Lokir's left struck, connecting with Lokir's left arm at the chainmail. Lokir could feel the blow on his arm, chain wasn't great at taking away the impact of a weapon just the sharp parts, even pointy weapons could get through at time. With a grunt Lokir pushed against the two men in front of him pushing them back as he turned while swinging the flail. It caught the bandit's head with a sickening crunch and he dropped to the ground dead.
The fail dissipated as Lokir got Peacemaker back into a proper grip again as the two bandits attacked while the third staggered to his feet with a limp. To him Lokir spun his blade around and then threw it impaling the poor bloke and dropping him back to the ground again. In his hands now appeared two cutlasses of grey magic, simply because of his weapon conjuring magic Lokir had trained in many kinds of weapons.
The last two bandits attacked together, and Lokir repelled their attack, but one had a sneaky attack to use against someone like Lokir who had suck kind of armour. When Lokir was distracted for a moment by the other man, he pulled a thinly blades rapier from a hidden sheath on his back and targeted a weak point in Lokir's armour. Lokir snarled in pain as he felt the thin blade puncture into his side, where the top half and bottom half of his armour met it was a leather belt and clasps around in places that connected the two. But too allow him to bend over forward some protection had to be excluded for such movement making a weakness in his defence that the bandit had identified.
What the bandit hadn't expected was Lokir's pain tolerance and the armoured knight in his newly found bit of rage from being wounded spun in place and used a gloved hand to backhand the bandit in the face. That sent him reeling but it left the rapier caught in Lokir's side, bounding up and down on the thin blade as he moved which caused more pain and made it dig in further, the damn thing had barbs on it! Such a good weapon for a bandit to have, it must have been stolen.
Now angry Lokir turned his full attention to the last bandit who wasn't liking his chances anymore, even with the sword still sticking out of Lokir's side. The two cutlasses disappeared and Lokir's soon held a scythe instead, at this bandit dropped his weapon and made to run, but Lokir was faster. The scythe moved in a fast diagonal slash as Lokir lunged forward, the bandit screamed in pain as a line of blood formed up his back. It gave Lokir enough time to bring the scythe back around and take the bandit's head off cleanly.
His work done Lokir allowed the scythe to dissipate from his hands as he snarled while he hauled the barbed rapier from his side. He could feel blood in his armour now, which wasn't comfortable, but the job wasn't totally done yet. Simon spoke up and Lokir turned to him while retrieving Peacemaker from the corpse it was impaled in. ”You as well, and, yes, we must.” Lokir agreed and Lokir started to run down the hill towards the fighting before the caravan guardsmen broke against the bandits' attack.
With the two seasoned knights in the mix they helped push back the bandits, but the attackers didn't look like they were going to give up so easily. From the trees two distinct roars could be heard close by and some of the bandits backed away smiling bringing the fight to a momentary pause. Sword Lokir looked in the direction of the roars, what did they have? He didn't need to wait long as a large bandit came out of the trees, before him on chain leashes were two armoured tigers, larger than normal, snarling and growling, ready to kill.
Lokir turned fully to face the beasts a dry chuckle echoed from under his helm. ”Here kitty kitty kitty.” Lokir sing songed with the same chuckle as he sheathed and then removed said sheath from his belt and set it aside, glancing to Simon. ”I've got the kittens.” It was easy to hear the smile on his face despite the helm as he stepped up, much to the humour of their handler.
Lokir started his shift under his armour keeping it slow for the moment as the two tigers roared, trying to get off their leads, which were obviously enchanted to keep them under control. In reply to their roar Lokir chuckled again before taking a breath and letting out his own deeper inhuman roar, wiping the smile from the handler's face.
Lokir dropped to all fours as his body started to shift faster now, his armour shifting with him. After not being able to find armour that fit his other form, and realizing that he'd not be able to get into it without help if he had found armour, Lokir had taken a different direction with his thinking. Instead of new armour, he had had his normal set of black and while armour enchanted to shift with him. So, after a moment Lokir no longer stood there as a human wearing heavy armour.
Instead, he was an eight foot long, two thousand pound grey furred bear, wearing heavy armour. His armour wasn't fully covering him, it was designed for maximum movement allowance, but protected his back and some of his belly, his legs where there were no joints and a helm, but no lower half of it. Not perfect protection, but more than normal for a bear.
Getting up on his back legs Lokir let out a roar again before dropping to all fours and charging the two tigers before they were unleashed. The two cats, too used to attacking squishy humans, balked for a moment at the predator charging them, larger than both cats combined, until their handlers let them go and prodded them with a stick.
But Lokir had gotten up to speed and like a rhino just charged forward as the two cats leaped at him. But his weight and momentum allowed him to knock them both aside with ease as for the moment he ignored them and charged the bandit handler. He tried to get away but Lokir trampled over him, stopped, turned and rose up on his back legs again, bringing both front legs down on the bandit's chest crushing in his rib cage. He was dead instantly.
With him dead the armoured bear snarled as the two cats had come back and were stalking on either side of him. The one to Lokir's left attacked first so Lokir ignored it and charged the one of his right, making the first cat's leap too short and taking the other by surprise. But the left tiger still did its best as it and Lokir collided. The tiger went for Lokir's throat but the knight was expecting that, predators were predators and went for quickest ways to kill, for the most part. Lokir pulled his head back and lowered it using his helm to guard him, and here was a further divide between himself and the wild cats; the knowledge of how to use the armour they were wearing. The cat tried to bite down the top of his head, and Lokir allowed it, but his helm prevented the angry kitty from doing any meaningful damage.
With the tiger frustrated Lokir bucked his head up forcing his helm into the cat's open mouth as it was moving it away. Taken by surprise that gave Lokir an opening but the second cat got into things by leaping onto Lokir's back now, clawing and snarling any anything it could. It claws did find flesh now and then and Lokir growled with the pain, but he was getting angry and angry bear Lokir ignored pain and injury.
Ignoring the one his back for the moment Lokir took a swipe at the tiger that wasn't on him, but its reflexes allowed him to flinch back in time. But Lokir followed it and swiped again, but it dodged the swipe, a swipe that could easily stun it if it connected. The tiger on Lokir's back was still snarling, scratching and biting, and it was really getting on his nerves. Lokir shook his body like a bog trying to shake the cat off but it held on.
At that distraction the other cat attacked again, one more going for Lokir's otherwise exposed face and throat. But Lokir was no fool and saw it coming and struck out again with a heavy paw, while it missed the tiger's face it still connected and sent the tiger sprawling off balance. That gave Lokir the opening to deal with his piggy backer, raising up on his back legs and then quickly falling backwards. The tiger saw what was happening just a little late in his own rage fuelled attack, and while it did manage to leap it didn't get far enough. Lokir's bulk came down on his back end, crushing its back legs making it yowl in pain as it tried to crawl away. But its pain was short lived as Lokir was back to his feet and clamped his jaw around the tiger's throat, crushing down with enough force to make the spine snap and sinew break and tear.
Releasing the dead tiger Lokir had the now enraged one leap at him again, it managing to find a gap in Lokir's right flank and sink its fangs into. Lokir roared in pain at that time, and tried to turn to face the tiger, who wasn't letting go for anything and followed the turn, denying Lokir a way to attack it. Roaring again Lokir opened his maw and magic formed therein, and after a moment, like the scythe and cutlasses, a seven foot long Zweihänder sword of grey magic appeared in Lokir's mouth. With that he was able to swing his head to the side and catch the tiger in side, making it mewl in pain and release its grip on him as blood started to flow from his flank.
With the cat off of him Lokir quickly turned to face it again, the Zweihänder dissipated as he released it. In pain the now feral tiger charged Lokir and Lokir charged it, when they came together it was over quickly. Lokir used the beast's rage against it and got his maw around the tiger's somewhat protected shoulder, crushing down and shattering the shoulder itself. That left the tiger open enough for Lokir to crush down on its throat in the same manner he had the other tiger, and soon both lay dead before the great bear.
That fight over Lokir looked around at the rest of the bandits, and anyone else watching, giving out a road, challenging anyone else to attack him.
[OOC: Hope you enjoyed! Lol Do as you like with the rest of the bandits, and I'll have Lokir get out of bear form and his armour next post!]