Owner	Pose
Millicent	When somone calls themself the "king in Yellow", grabs the right banner and puts on armor? Well they should absolutely expect for folks to come out of the wood work, because there are names you just do not invoke casually. Spilling blood in the name of such things, well it can make a simple edgelord into something far more dangerous in a hurry right? However the internet, well they'd been all too eager to pump his rep for sure. In person however...     It's raining in Gotham tonight, because of course it is. From a distance if you didn't know what you were looking at, well in the dim neon glow of this back alley? The armor might look legit, but aluminum stage plate has a bit of a particular look. Lucky for this jerkoff, he's run into somone capable of telling the difference before this gets too wildly out of control.     That bone white armor should be familar, that sabre toothed wolf's skull she wears as a helmet certainly should. A pair of chunky looking short swords in her clawed gauntlets, as the Free Lancer steps across the Alleyway's one exit to block our would be Yellow King's retreat. "Far be it from me to judge the banner of another warrior, but I believe it would be in your best interests to strike your colors and lay down your arms."Sword tapping her thigh plate for punctuation.
Daniel Osborn	"I would have to agree with her, you know." The voice should be familiar to that warrior wearing a wolf mask, they've met before after all, although it was a bit brief. It's Oz, who had been walking through the streets of Gotham for some unknown reason. But he'd seen this guy, heard about his rep, knew he was a little crazy, so he'd followed him. And now, he's behind the "king", blocking him in to prevent him getting out the other way either. Unfortunately he's probably a little underclassed for this fight, but seeing someone who's a bit more skilled than him also standing up against this idiot gives him confidence.
Millicent	"No bow today, my friend?"Hey see she does remember!     Anywho our "King" looks between Oz and Milli, before lofting that banner. He reaches for his sword, half turning towards Oz if only because he's closer. Not that he ever gets the thing even drawn.     Millicent is rather swift when she cares to be of course, and she's not about to pass up the opportunity presented by the "King" showing her his back. No rather she clears the distance in a blur, driving a boot into the back of his knee before she swings. It's a strike with the pommel at least, enough to crater his helmet and send the poor kid to the ground in a pile but far from a lethal one.     That wolf skull pivots round to lock onto oz, neat turqoise flame burning in those eyesockets. "Been a few these lately, inspired fools. Do me favor, and grab his banner for me? It would be bad for me touch it, maybe."
Daniel Osborn	Oz watches the woman's movements, rather impressed, in fact. But he looks down to the banner. He reaches for it, but pauses, his fingertips close to it, feeling for any sort of energy that he may not want to touch, looking at it carefully, just in case it's cursed. These things usually aren't, but you never know. Of course, curses usually don't produce a feelable signature, you don't know until you touch it, so, after a moment he finally does touch it, if he doesn't feel anything, and picks it up. If he does feel something, he won't pick it up.
Millicent	The banner is, whilst beautifully crafted completely inert. "I can't verywell be the Free Lancer, if somone sees me running around with a banner much less that one."Satisfied, well she produces a lenght of rope and binds the poor fool before she seems satisfied. See she doesn't kill everybody, sometimes. "Of course, you shouldn't go prancing about with that thing either. A warrior's banner can have power, and that one tends to invite all manner of madness."
Daniel Osborn	"It was so well crafted," Oz says, picking up the banner and examining it. "Would be such a shame to put to waste. Perhaps I'll...put it up on my bedroom wall or something." He can't help but chuckle, looking at the banner, then turning back to Freelancer. "No bow tonight," he says. "Maybe if it was easier to hide."
Millicent	"You should break that standard, or burn it if it wasn't raining. You don't want to be sleeping anywhere near the flag of Carcosa, liable to wake up there if it doesn't drive you quite mad first."Theres a glance skyward, before casually stepping around to take shelter from the rain in the awning of a loading dock. Swords melting back into simple "needles" before they're resheathed. "They make take down bows now apparently, though fifty pounds isn't much draw weight for a war bow."Arms crossing as she glances back down the alley "It's unwise to go unarmed though, don't you have at least a dagger or something?"
Daniel Osborn	Oz half shrugs, not quite sure how to destroy the banner, but he steps under the overhang with Freelancer. "Pocket knife," he asys, "and a wooden stake. Oh, holy water too."
Millicent	"A pocket knife"She echoes, cooly. Theres a grunt there, before reaching over to tug a dagger hidden behind the buckler free. Neat blackened steel, five inches worth of stupid sharp double edge contained within a simple scabbard. It's exclusive decoration comes by way of a seal embossed on the pommel, of a wolf skull surrounded by the phases of the moon. Anywho she offers the blade over with a sigh. "We've fought beside each other once, and you aided me on this night. I can't leave you without a weapon."
Daniel Osborn	Oz looks at the blade, surprised. "Are...are you sure?" he asks. "It looks impressive. I'm not skilled in the use of a dagger but...I'm sure if it came down to it, I could make use..." He stares at the blade a moment longer, before reachin out a hand to take it. "Well, thank you," he says, still quite surprised.
Millicent	"Then learn, there is never an excuse for ignorance."Dagger handed off, well arms cross oncemore. "I have a bunch of them, so it's of no consequence. Had my smithy redress them from an SS officer's dagger, as they were plentiful and a dagger is not something worth fretting over normally. Better use than their original owners had in mind anyway, only right it should be passed on."
Daniel Osborn	Oz nods, taking the dagger and attaching the sheath to his belt, in a place where it can be easily reached, while also being easily hidden by his shirt, just like his stake. Of course, this does come after looking at the design for a moment, he seems to rather like it. It fits him, after all. Once it's tucked away he looks back up to Freelancer. "You were talking about a bow with a 50 pound draw? I don't use string that heavy, I mostly practice, though 50 pounds is likely all I can manage." he's strong, but not super strong, and pulling a bowstring back is not easy. Of course, he also doesn't realize his strength potential and transformation power, which would give him the ability to draw much, much higher strength strings. He also is forgetting how he took down 2 armed robbers with martial arts moves in a matter of seconds without realizing it, but, well, such is life right now.
Millicent	"Then get stronger, war bows are usually near two hundred pounds. You need to get serious, or get out. Plenty of costumed archers about in New York and Metropolis, it would be wise to consult them for their advice on the subject."rather plain spoken when it comes to such things, no beating around the bush for sure. "Otherwise you risk further endangering those around you."And a step foreward there to nudge the yellow clad fool with her boot. "I should get him to the authorities, I trust you'll have a pleasant evening my friend?"
Daniel Osborn	"I hope so," Oz says, though he's a little surprised at her forwardness. After all, he's not planning to become a costumed archer, or anything like that, he's no super hero. He's just a werewolf who regularly fought vampires, and still does from time to time, who also plays guitar. "I...I'm no super hero," he says, simply, hoping that'll satisfy her.
Millicent	"Who said anything about being a hero?"Theres a shrug there, before she grabs the fool by his armor and hefts him without an awful lot of apparent effort. Throwing him over shoulder, before meandering back the way she came to get up to..well god knows what.