It is a chilly winter morning. Almost spring, but not quite. A cold rain continues to fall. There are twenty guards patrolling around Copper Manor. Some are doing their job and many seem to be shivering and bored. The guard duty here has been for the most part rather dull with not much going on. Curious onlookers have showed up at times, wanting to see the house or asking about what happened. A gaggle of five guards seem to be slacking of as they huddle under the awning and play a game of dice. They share a bottle of whiskey and two of them look drunk. Rymarr, Jyri and Harper are arriving here for their patrol. The see these five guards. The other fifteen guards who are doing their jobs and group of about five curious on-lookings, looking to Copper Manor and chatting. They look to be woman from the lower boroughs.

%Merek has come to assist with the others, while he has on his cloak with hood up. He is relaxed as he watches people mill about in thought, and seems to be there to check on things.

Jyri is in full armor again. Stomp, stomp, stomp. Probably not that nice when it's raining, but the cloak and a hood helps to keep him mostly dry, the helmet held under his arm for now. He only has Onida with him today, the other two dogs are back at the kennels. "Bloody weather," he says, glaring up at the sky momentarily. "I feel grumpy." He is always slightly grumpy but probably not the self-awareness to see the irony in his statement. He upnods to Merek, giving the man a wave. "Admiral."

Harper walks next to Jyri, tossing a grin over her shoulder at his grumbling. She's dressed in full armor today as well, mostly because it keeps the rain off a bit better than her leathers. She quips over to Jyri, "Aww, Jyri, if you get any sweeter, you're gonna melt!" As they approach, she nods over to Merek, but then her eyes fall on the drunk guards. She narrows her eyes and asks wryly, "Enjoying your vacation? Cause I'm thinking none of you care about getting paid today, at the least."

The temporary guard post which has been established for the Iron Guard is where Rymarr can be found. Marquis-Consort, Lieutenant, whatever helmet he's wearing this day. He steps out from the makeshift shack into the cool morning air, a steaming cup's handle carefully held by two armoured fingers. His helmet rests beneath the opposite arm, pinned in against his side while his stern blue-eyed stare turns across the disposition of the Iron Guard presently occupying the perimeter. A few of the sentries earn only cursory glances from Rymarr, until his attention settles upon five in particular. Five idiots in particular. Rymarr suddenly straightens somewhat and he states firmly through barely parted lips, "Officers?" He says with only a flicker of a glance toward both Harper and Jyri, clearly awaiting either an answer or their attention. Whichever comes first, Rymarr's chin dips and casts a nod toward the drunken guardsmen, "I do believe you two should go give those sentries a firm dressing down. Then have them replaced. This isn't a party, this is our duty".

Jyri checked composure at difficulty 20, rolling 14 lower.

The guards continue their patrol duty, the ones that were doing their job that is. Harper, Jyri, Rymarr and Merek get polite nods of greeting. All the guards seem to straighten up a bit as the officers and admiral arrive. The drunk ones look to Harper and Rymarr. One tries to quickly hide the bottle behind his back. "Naw, now we are good." He says and burps. "Sorry about, just needed a little something to warm the blood, it is cold out here." The even drunker one chimes in with. "Yeah and really really boring too."

The Housewives of the Lower Borough continue to gossip among themselves. Two of them seem to be catty with each other. A third tries to calm them both down. "Lets see if we can find a memento. I hear she lived here." Another shakes her head. "With all those guards, no way." They don't make any moves yet, but lurk, gossip, start to get catty with each other again. Apparently one woman hit on another woman's man or something like that. It is hard to follow.

Arriving in the are is a large group of people likely from the lower boroughs as well. They are adorned in a range of wool, linens and low quality leather. Some even have low quality steel and most have weapons. There are about thirty of them. In theory they could overwhelm the twenty guards. They are men and women both, ranging from about eighteen to twenty six.

Jyri's face is turning a dangerous shade of red, matching that rubicund. He nods to Rymarr, tries to keep his temper in check (which doesn't flare up that often, to be fair). He doesn't even notice the possible threat of the thirty or so people there, marching straight towards the guards, that despite the reassurances don't fool him. He aims a kick at whatever they use as table for the dice, then growls at the two drunk ones, slamming a gauntleted fist into the wall.

He leaves the talking to Harper however.

Merek looks to the patrol guards, then back to the others. He relaxes one of his hands to the belt while he looks to the new arrivals. He doesnt comment, instead watching while the others handle that. He is here to support rather than talk, taking the lessons of wisdom to mind.

Harper tilts her head over to look at Rymar and chuckles, saying, "Reckon I was already in progress on that! But come to think of it, Jyri's a lot more intimidating than me." Grinning she moves over under the cover of the awning and crosses her arms, her grins gone again as she glares at the five guards, giving them her most intimidating stare (which she really needs to work on), then as Jyri kicks the table she tsks, and finally speaks up, "Now you've gone and done it. You made him mad. I reckon the lot of you better get over by the gate. No tent for you." She pauses and looks over at them as she moves to turn and walk away, adding, "And even one word of grumbling, then you'll be mucking out the lower levels of the jails for a month." With that she turns to look around, fully assuming her orders will be followed. Her eyes narrow again at the crowd coming up and she nudges the other officers, saying, "Look at that."

"Suss out which can continue working," Rymarr advises toward the pair of officers before he moves off to attend to the growing crowd of people. Passing by Merek, Rymarr's attention shifts to the man for a moment, offers a stoic nod, and then back to the crowd he goes. The tin cup of coffee is tossed aside, toward the guard post, and Rymarr's hands shift around to take up his helm. Pulling it down, he continues marching briskly toward the growing crowds. For the moment he remains disarmed, though an armored hand comes to rest atop the cudgel which dangles from a hook on his sword belt. He moves to stand in the immediate path of the growing crowd and his helm lifts upward, allowing the morning light to filter through enough of the visor to permit his hard-eyed stare to be scene as he speaks up, "Nothing to see. Return to your homes. You hear him?" Rymarr's free hand rises up and hikes a thumb to his shoulder in a bid to gesture toward Officer Jyri Tersk already laying into a group of the Iron Guard. And he's supposed to like them!

The three gaming guards who were not yet drunk are very very quick to rise to their feet and get back to work. One looks downright frightened when Jyri slams his fist. He looks over the boroughs real housewives all pale faced and seeking comfort. One of the woman speaks back to him, a woman old enough to possibly be his mother. "Its okay puppy, just do your job and hold your chin high. I'm making mutton stew for dinner." The guard then ha the grace to blush very brightly. Still he give his mom smile and goes to guarding, trying to look very official and busy.

The drunk ones are even more nervous and with good reason. "Oh, sorry, sorry.." One says, his breath smelling like whiskey. It is unclear if he more fearful of Jyri of Harper. They rise to their feet and one is clearly lacking coordination. They are also very much cowed at this point.

The housewives continue to chatter. "See if your son can get us a memento." One softly murmurs hoping the guard doesn't hear, but the mother shakes her head. "No way, my son isn't risking himself so can have a new token." They start arguing again.

The thirty continue closer, armed and looking well like thugs. They are starting toward the Copper Manor. Their leader a big-boned female redhead known in the lower boroughs as the possible leader of a newly organized gang gives the Iron Guard a grin. "Children step aside and we won't hurt you. Go run to your mommies." She says, looking to the guard who got promised stew after duty.

Merek frowns a bit at the words, while he places his hand next to the sword hilt but does not draw. He watches while the others talk as he looks from under the hood.

Jyri narrows eyes at the two drunk guards, then makes a huffing derisive sound at them. His disappointment is tangible. They have failed him and he just looks like he would love to make them go clean up that jail right now. He doesn't say anything else though. His actions and Harper's words did the trick.

He walks back towards the crowd, now realising there's another problem. It makes him furious again. "You want mementoes off of a dead hero's home?!" he barks at them. "YOU WANT TO STEAL FROM COPPER?!" he shouts, slamming his helmet onto his head, as if just itching for them to come at him.

Jyri's emotional state isn't helping here, probably. He usually doesn't get all fired up like this.

Harper eyes the men, then shrugs, saying, "The rain'll sober them up pretty fast. Serves them right for getting drunk in the first place." Still, she makes her way over toward the gate to keep an eye on the guards there and the women who seem to be lurking a bit too close. As the woman approaches, she reaches down to unfasten her sword, looking over at the guard whose Mom was there, and says, "Guard, get your Mother and her friends to safety. Take the two drunken louts with you and keep those ladies safe." Looking over at the women, she adds, "No souveniers, ladies, and please go with the guards. Trouble's brewing. We don't want you hurt."

The armed individuals continuing their march toward the manor results in a low sigh from Rymarr as he announces loudly at the encroaching group, "Stop now or else..." he says even as he begins to walk. The hand that had been, perhaps mercifully, been lingering over the cudgel at his side falls away. Instead he moves to rest a hand atop the blade sheathed at his left side and yet still he does not draw it from its home. Jyri's shouting earns an even clearing of Rymarr's throat before he states firmly, "Officer Jyri," he says as though to gain the attention of the Kennelmaster, though Rymarr says nothing more. He continues to moves with the encroaching crowd, maintaining his own placement between their advance and the manor property as he announces, "Turn back now. If you attempt to bring harm to any of the Iron Guard, I will give the order for them to defend themselves. Everyone wants to go home for lunch at some point, so let's leave it so that everyone can," he states in as diplomatic a warning that he can provide to the oncoming crowd.

The red-haired gang leader looks to Jyri. "We do what we want and her stuff isn't doing her any good now that she is gone." She says, sounding rather cocky and difficult. Like one of those rebels who likes trouble or is over sure of herself.

The guard who is also a son, looks to Harper, nodding in response to her words. He takes two more guards with him and rushes over to his mom and her friends. "Come on, lets escort you all away." He says, trying to sound official. He seems still pretty frightened. One might realize he is only about eighteen and is a new recruit to the guard. Someone who signed up in the lower borough. He probably needed a job. The housewives are not resistant and seem to want to stay safe, they allow themselves to be escorted away. The mother looks to Haprer. "Thank you!" She says to her.

The gang of thirty are still continuing further. The redhead looks to Rymarr. "Naw you get lost, you silk. You got your fancy gear and your fancy title Marquis, but you can't stand up to up, real fighters from the boroughs. Go run back to Deepwood!"

Jyri won't disobey a direct order, even if nothing was said in particular to Rymarr. He looks at the Marquis, his one eye burning hotly with rage, but he keeps it together. Still, he's casually slinging the spear from his back, holding it in two hands in front of himself, the butt end resting on the ground for now. "Just go home," he says, summing it all up. "Ain't worth it."

Harper gives a quick nod to the mom, then moves over to make sure she is positioned well for a fight if it comes. Putting her back near the gate, she calls over to the woman, "He's not alone! And I'm born and raised Lowers, learned to fight the hard way to survive, so watch your damned tone!" Glancing around at the group, she says calmly with a calculated look, "All of you oughta just head on home. There's nothing here for you. And in case you've never heard of them, Copper's guards are damned tough. They'll hunt you down in the dark and make you regret stealing from her."

Rymarr continues to move. Sidestepping when he must. After the final refusal, it all changes. Rymarr's feet plant and the blade slides easily free from its sheathe. Without his shield, the hilt of the blade is joined by a second hand and he holds it before himself, "You are armed, threatening the Iron Guard, and we will defend ourselves and a citizen's property," Rymarr explains in a cool, even tone. He takes a step forward and establishes his line, both for those acting as the defenders of the dwelling and those who seek to approach it. When Harper speaks, Rymarr remains quiet. Clearly letting the Lower's born-and-raised among them state her piece without interruption. Rymarr remains planted in place, blade before himself before the armed crowd, while he waits patiently for their next move.

Merek looks to the thug like folk an0d nods to them a bit, "Its a tough time for everyone. Lets not let this become a fight, please." He offers that to the people which came armed a bit diplomatically.

The woman looks over to Jyri. "It seems like you are about to lose it. Is the worthless prodigal mutt going to get mad? I'm shaking in terror. The Iron Guard are sure getting desperate in who they hire now." She say in his direction, seemingly amused. She then turns her attention to Harper. The woman is even taller than Rymarr and she is quite muscular. "Leash your dog." She says and seems to be speaking of Jyri. She then adds. "And whatever short stuff. You are a runt of the lowers. A weakling and a sell out both, joining the Guard." The woman then looks to Rymarr, her weapon drawn. "Now you move aside." She says and seems close to striking him. While the redhead is all jacked up with energy and fearless, some of those following are starting to look nervous. None have backed down yet though.

Rymarr wields Autumn's Grace, an alaricite longsword.

Harper wields Frenzy, diamondplate cutlass.

Jyri wields Red Fang, a huge rubicund spear.

Harper chuckles at the woman and shakes her head, "Damn, lady, you're gonna have to work on your insults!" Looking over at the folks following her she adds, "So you really up for fighting us? Cause even if you get past us, you're never gonna see Copper's guards coming! We'll give you a decent stand up fight, but they won't. They'll cut you down like you were nothing when you least expect it!" She does her best to weave a reputation for the wardens that might be enough to scare off at least some of the men. With a determined glint, she looks back to the woman, and adds, "You do realize, red, that you're gonna likely go down real quick. That poker the Marquis is carrying isn't a toy and neither's mine. But one final warning, you steal this blade then the Grayhopes will be after you too." She just grins at the woman, then, "So, what's your play? Last chance to use your head!"

Jyri checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 40, rolling 16 higher.

"That's it, I've bloody well had it, you vapid waste of air," Jyri says, which is a rather impressive insult coming from him. He doesn't really have the gift of words like Harper does, when speaking. That spear is suddenly whirring around in his hands, the blunt end of the hard red wood coming up in a swift strike as he shifts hips and moves one foot forward, his posture balanced and militaristic. Not much flair, just an efficient and quick strike. Normally, he probably wouldn't have done this, but as mentioned - it's just a bit much today. Least he's not trying to kill anyone, using the blunt side.

There is one unarmed woman who was here with the housewives who didn't join the others in leaving with the guards. She is pale faced and heading toward the mob. "Stop, come home.." She says rushing toward a blonde girl who is part of the mob. She looks a bit like her, maybe they are family.

Merek looks over to the housewife and rushes that way to keep her from the fray, then he looks to the girl in the mob, "Listen, its not safe for you. I will get your family out of the group and get her to you, alright?"

The large redhead is hit hard with Jyri's blade. She looks stunned and takes a step back. The blow slows her down and keeps her from attacking back quite yet. "Everyone attack!" She says. Those behind her have varying reactions to this. Some are terrorified and trying to back away from the manor. Some are pretty worked up, maybe even on substances and joining her in attacking. One tries to circle around as if meaning to attack them from behind, but Rymarr was watching for such and can notice. Jyri as the one who hits and as a Prodidgal gets the worse of the incoming attacks. Five go for him. Three attack Harper. One brave and foolish soul tries to attack Rymarr despite his armor.

Rymarr remains rooted in place, even as Jyri steps forward to swing the blunted end of his spear around at the red-haired woman. He does not join in the sudden flurry of motion. He barely moves a muscle as the strike connects. All that he contributes initially is a harshly spoken, "Return to your homes, immediately!" Then there are bodies moving. People with weapons. Rymarr's feet finally begin to move and he shifts around to the one seeking to move into their flank. Blade up and ready, Rymarr steps forward in order to block the advance, while keeping himself at Jyri and Harper's flank.

Rymarr checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 31 higher.

Merek has rolled a critical success!
Merek checked charm + empathy at difficulty 20, rolling 27 higher.

Harper checked dexterity + dodge at difficulty 30, rolling 31 higher.

Harper checked dexterity + dodge at difficulty 30, rolling 26 higher.

Harper checked dexterity + dodge at difficulty 30, rolling 13 higher.

Harper checked dexterity + dodge at difficulty 40, rolling 17 higher.

Harper checked dexterity + dodge at difficulty 50, rolling 21 higher.

Rymarr checked dexterity + dodge at difficulty 30, rolling 6 lower.

Jyri checked dexterity + dodge at difficulty 30, rolling 17 higher.

Jyri checked dexterity + dodge at difficulty 40, rolling 9 higher.

Jyri checked dexterity + dodge at difficulty 50, rolling 4 higher.

Jyri checked dexterity + dodge at difficulty 60, rolling 3 higher.

Jyri checked dexterity + dodge at difficulty 70, rolling 20 lower.

50 inflicted and Rymarr is unharmed.

50 inflicted and Jyri is unharmed.

Rymarr is able to block the flanking attacker even as another goes after him. The man slams his sword against Rymarr's chest with quite good skill, but he is unable to get past his amazing armor.

Five of the attackers all gang up on Jyri, but he impressively dodges each of their blows save for the last one. The last was one was the most difficult to dodge, because it is hard to avoid so many hits at once. The blow is a good one, but Jyri has good armor and their weapons are cheap steel. He is hit but no damage is done.

Harper is able to nimbly dodge all three of her combatants. The mob is starting to look pretty nervous now as the Iron Guard seems very hard to harm.

The woman clings to Merek and is all charmed and calmed by him. "My little sister is there, do you think you can help her get out. She is a good person, she just got in with some bad people. Her name is Beth." She points to a blonde woman in her late teens who is among those standing about about and looking uncertain what to do.

The redhead is all charged up still. "Get them! Fight!" She urges and charges at Harper.

Rymarr is able to block the flanking attacker even as another goes after him. The man slams his sword against Rymarr's chest with quite good skill, but he is unable to get past his amazing armor.

Five of the attackers all gang up on Jyri, but he impressively dodges each of their blows save for the last one. The last was one was the most difficult to dodge, because it is hard to avoid so many hits at once. The blow is a good one, but Jyri has good armor and their weapons are cheap steel. He is hit but no damage is done.

Harper is able to nimbly dodge all three of her combatants. The mob is starting to look pretty nervous now as the Iron Guard seems very hard to harm.

The woman clings to Merek and is all charmed and calmed by him. "My little sister is there, do you think you can help her get out. She is a good person, she just got in with some bad people. Her name is Beth." She points to a blonde woman in her late teens who is among those standing about about and looking uncertain what to do.

The redhead is all charged up still. "Get them! Fight!" She urges and charges at Harper.

Merek checked charm + empathy at difficulty 15, rolling 21 higher.

Jyri checked command + intimidation at difficulty 15, rolling 9 higher.

Harper checked charm + leadership at difficulty 15, rolling 12 higher.

Rymarr checked dexterity + brawl at difficulty 20, rolling 35 higher.

Harper nimbly avoids the blades of the three on her, just grinning when the redhead comes after her. Calling out, loudly, she says "Heya Red! You ready to give up yet?" Looking over to the crowd, she adds, "C'mon! A bunch of you know me at least! We grew up together! Go on home! I really don't wanna be explaining to your husbands and wives and moms why I had to hurt you!" With one last shot at trying to get them to leave, she barks out in her best drill seargent voice, "Go home, damnit!"

Merek looks to where the sister is, then nods to the woman with him. He motions to a tree which is out of the way to hide with, then he moves to the edge of the mobbing people, "Hey, Beth! Your sister says to come home, please listen to her... This isn't the place for you, she's worried, she cares!"

The onslaught of attackers is met with swift dodges and weaves, the last attacker getting in a solid sharp jab at his chest. It scrapes across the metal with an eerie sound and leaves a mark. Jyri looks down a this chest, seeing the scratch and then he looks out through the visor with his one green eye, making a growling angry sound. He isn't angry about being attacked by five people. He is mad that his armor got a little scratch. There's a mad grin from behind the visor, peeking through, and his eye gleam with a sort of fervor. He twirls his spear again, now the sharp end pointed at the woman. He takes a half step forward, not caring that they can attack him. "You should know better than to anger the wolf," he says, chuckling darkly.

Sometimes Jyri does have a flair for the dramatic. This is part play, but they don't need to know that, right?

A blade strikes against the cuirass that Rymarr wears, but does not penetrate it. Really, it doesn't even look as though there's a dent left behind. Rymarr doesn't employ the blade which he grips as the attacker draws in closer. The fight isn't that dangerous, yet. Instead as the attacker steps in for their attack, Rymarr seems to throw caution to the wind and trust in the integrity of his armor. His shoulders and head thrust forward. The motion ends with a rather audible crunch as Rymarr makes use of not his sword, but his worn helmet to smash into the face of his adversary in an effort to dissuade them from further hostility. Headbutts sometimes change hearts and minds.

Harper's words seem to have an effect upon the mob. One woman says. "I grew up with her." Harper might recognize the woman as a girl from the lower boroughs who used to run around wild about the docks as a child. "She's alright, lets go." She adds to the man next to her. It is very likely the woman doesn't want to be hurt, but she seems to come to her senses. She drags off the man at her side and they leave the mod.

Beth allows Merek to lead her off, nodding to his words. She looks hopeful and frightened. "Maybe this isn't the way, but I can't find a job and.." She starts toward him, but trails off before getting fully into her sob story. Merek can tell she is a poor woman just looking or a way to get by.

The attackers on Jyri seem pretty frightened of him and two break and run away. Those who were uncertain are starting ti disperse, some going in different directions so they are harder to possibly track. The man attacking Rymarr is headbutted hard and lands on his bottom. He tries to scamper up to his feet and run. It seems headbutts do change minds!

The attacking mod is now down only to redhead and five of her most devoted or maybe most crazy followers.

Jyri checked dexterity + dodge at difficulty 30, rolling 21 higher.

Harper checked dexterity + dodge at difficulty 60, rolling 1 lower.

60 inflicted and Harper is unharmed.

Harper checked dexterity + dodge at difficulty 30, rolling 16 higher.

Jyri checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 50, rolling 1 lower.

While others handle the mobbing, Merek seems content to speak with the sister, "We'll find you some work, how would you like something at the docks? I work with the fleet and will be able to get you something simple," he offers, while he smiles. He trusts that the others have things well in hand.

Jyri isn't that worried about things going sideways any longer, with most of the mob taking off. But that woman is still a threat, and seeing that she goes after Harper he gets violent again and spins the spear in quick jab, that goes right by her stomach this time, narrowly missing. "Just quite while you're still standing up!" he half growls.

Rymarr checked dexterity + dodge at difficulty 30, rolling 7 lower.

Beth looks to Merek, seemingly still hopeful. "Really, thank you, I would like that."

50 inflicted and Rymarr is unharmed.

Harper ducks under one blow as they swing at her. Her grins and cheer are replaced by a deadly sort of calm as she focuses on her fighting. But her words seem to have struck home, or maybe the red-headed woman is just mad that her gang abandoned her, but either way, she lands a solid blow on Harper's side. Harper lets out a yelp of pain, but it doesn't seem to have done much more than leave a solid bruise most likely. Though, Harper's reaction was a bit stronger than the blow merited. A fading bruise along her jawline gives hints as to why.

The mod is still dispersing with only the five remaining. Two of the five sneaks off as the party seems so difficult to hit and now only the the redhead and two thugish men remain. They are still trying to fight, but it is a battle they are destined to fail at.

Rymarr checked command + leadership at difficulty 30, rolling 47 higher.

As Rymarr reels back from the headbutt, his armored hand shifts. He works to sheathe his blade now, even as a blow from another attack finds a home on the surface of his armour. Finally the blade settles into its home and Rymarr's fist closes around the grip of his cudgel. He nods once as he lifts it free and with a backhanded stroke sends it swinging around to slam into the arm of an attacke. He calls out to those Iron Guard not engaged in the brawl, his voice cutting through the morning air, "Keep the perimeter tight! No one enters!" As his voice fades into the distance, Rymarr steps toward his attacker, receives another jab at his armoured form, and in answer brings the cudgel around into a swing at that same arm once again in a bid to beat them into submission - ideally without killing his attacker.

Rymarr wields a steel studded cudgel.

Harper checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 59 higher.

Jyri gets busy with the remaining three, attacking one with a series of sharp angry jabs and strikes with the blunt end of the spear, knocking one down, while getting some blows right back that are mostly inefficient and will likely just give him a few bruises. He's moving almost instinctively into a position where he flanks with Rymarr, and still keeps the perimeter guarded. He trusts Harper to handle herself, but also watches her back. He glances to see that Merek is alright too, flashing a grin at the man.

The Iron Guard start to close ranks and guard the house, keeping anyone from entering. They seem to be following Rymarr's order. The attacker on Rymarr is injured, but not killed. He falls to the ground and cradles his arm, looking like a man in pain. Jyri is able to take down one of the remaining thugs with his spear, but since he used the blunt end the man is still living as well. It is now only the redhead who remains fighting. The mob continues to depart, darting away rapidly in different directions. Beth though is keeping close to Merek, apparently having faith in getting help.

Harper almost chuckles as the second one on her gives up and runs off. But her attention doesn't really stray from the red-headed woman. With a determined gleam in her eyes, she faces off with her, dancing around her to avoid her blows and partly to annoy her if the look on her face says anything. With precision, she flips her sword in her hand and starts taking small hits on the woman, especially on her legs, not to maim or bleed her, but simply to try to weaken her legs until she or one of the others can take her down. Harper's goal is pretty obviously to arrest her, but she calls out, "Just give up, red! You can have a nice warm stay in the jails!"

The redhead seems to be weakened by Harper's blows. Even she seems to have accepted that the fight has been lost. She hears talk of the of the jails and the woman then tries to flee! Her fleeing is slowed down by her leg being injured.

Brushing off some dirty and poking a finger at that scratch (frowning), Jyri seems to take it easy now, just standing there guarding the one he knocked down. He squints after the running woman, sighing a bit, glances at Harper as he just /knows/ she will go after her. He doesn't want to run anywhere, so he gives a sharp whistle, calling out; "Onida! Get her!" The large wolf hound, having just waited for his turn, shoots out like an arrow and /leaps/ at her. Question is if he'll beat Harper to it...

Harper looks like she's about ready to take off after the woman, but pulls up as Onida takes off after her instead. Rerouting, she takes off at a run to try to intercept the woman's course and get head of her, mostly to give the dog a chance to have his moment, calling over, "You got this, Onida!"

The redhead is slowed down because of Harper's previous attacks to her legs. She tries to outrun the dog, but fails and the dog is able to pounce! So now there is a captured redheaded thug and two injured thugs. Pretty much everyone else has left. The exception is Beth who seems to have decided she believes in following the law now as the way out of proverty. She remains super eager for the job that Merek offered.

Onida clamps down with strong jaws on the woman's arm, but knows better than to bite and chew, just holding her. Still, those teeth are sharp. Jyri grins, jogging towards them now, cause he has to seperate dog and woman. "Release, Onida," he says and grabs for the dog's collar. "Onida, calm down now, release," he repeats, knowing that once the dog has gotten excited it's not that easy. Still, the dog releases after a few seconds, still growling and tugging a bit to be let lose. "Harper, wanna do the arresting part? You can do the law talk proper," he grunts, much more on the soldier things of the Arxian army than the city guard part, in general.

Rymarr remains standing nearby his own would-be looter, cudgel still gripped securely and his helm shifting between watching the lawbreaker and the hound pursuing the fleeing red-haired woman. Finding that matter well under control by others of the Iron Guard, Rymarr's attention returns to his injured ruffian. Then he calls out to Jyri and Harper, "Anything worse than bumps and bruises?", his voice projecting into the surrounding area. He takes a moment to glance away from the man whose arm he did a number on, turning his focus back to the gathering of Iron Guard and Inquisition while they maintain their vigil. He searches for anything out of place with the perimeter with his usual stern expression etched into his aging features.

Merek speaks with the sister about the jobs while he looks to the others that have taken care of the situation for the most part. He nods a bit from under his cloak while he does so, and shifts back to look towards the other sister, bringing the sisters together to unite again.

"Nope, just bruises here!" Harper calls over to Rymarr, proceeding with tying up the redhead while she chatters at her, "Told you, you shoulda run. But we'll be nice and stick you in a warm cell. I reckon we might even let you have an uppers cell." With that she gets her sent securely off to jail.