David
**So she ran from her tent.**

**Rushing out from her tent, white dust rolling out from the flaps, Baldwin had paced behind Onrya. His hand opening his Bag of Holding as he had pulled out a ball and chair. Holding the wounded chain, he began spinning the ball, gaining momentum with the tool as he had prepared to utilize it to incapacitate the runaway slave.**

**She could not see, however she could hear. She could hear something swinging, chains rustling, before finally the sound of the wind breaking— Baldwin had launched the ball at the Rogue, while she was blind, in attempts to catch her arm with the ball using his barbaric strength, using rogue-like dexterity to handle the weapon. If it were to hit its true mark, the ball would use its momentum to wrap the chain it was attached to around her forearm— all in attempts to slow the woman down. To keep her within range.**

**Her vision would slowly return as she'd be able to make out the appearance of her pursuer. A Drowish man with straight black hair, about neck length. As her vision cleared, he had a distinct cut across the right side of his lip, and another cut across his left eye. He eyed her with these amber eyes, pupils dilated as though he was a predator which finally had marked its prey. The Drow man had been built impressively. Broad shoulders, wide back, with a slimmed waist. His baggy pants had hidden the aesthetics of his legs, but it was safe to presume they had been built like tree trunks. The sleeves of his black shirt hugged tightly against his biceps— his forearms have been defined, vascular. He had been in peak physical condition, and carried with him an aura of awesome strength. He was all but simply _strong_ and appeared to be well verse with exotic tools— this ball and chain was something not commonly witnessed, but it wasn't unheard of in Khisfire to use such a weapon.**

**The Matron Killer was wordless in his pursuit, as he knew that _she knew_ what he was here for. He wanted her, and he wanted the bounty that came with collecting her.**
Joseph
*To say Oryra was scared was an understatement, she was terrified as she was trying to run from her pursuer. She could hear the sound of a chain which made her all the more terrified as it brought back some old memories she wished to avoid. She would make a dodge to the left as she did her best to avoid what was being thrown her way. Hearing it close and it graze by her arm was enough to make her try to run faster.

At being able to see her attacker as her eyes started to clear she felt more dread. They were a lot stronger looking than her which was going to be bad if they got too close. She would get some needles ready in her hand, she could try setting a trap but could it work during her escape? She'd not have that much experience with times like this but if she got to higher ground... Taking a chance as she spotted a few crates and go to trying to climb up to get to the roofs. She knew this was going to tear the stitches in her arm and would hurt but nothing seemed as bad as a wound compared to the drug used once to treat wounds. She would be cursing under her breath still as she thought there was more time before this happened.

If she wasn't on a run maybe she could have tried getting them to leave her alone but it she knew that couldn't happen with someone like them. No, they wanted her and the bounty that came with it. But she was not willing to just head back into slavery. She was going to keep trying to run and fight if needed. As she was heading up she would be setting a trap of her way up. Invisible threads that would cut anyone going through them if Baldwin went up the same way she does.*
David
**He missed. Such a shame. However with a strong yank, the ball would pull back towards him. Baldwin maintained momentum, not giving up the pressure as his eyes quickly scanned. He could visibly see he trail shift towards the boxes. If she were to take the higher ground, he would be at a disadvantage of being at a lower elevation. To circumvent this, Baldwin would launch the ball and chain again. This time with more vigour. With a tad bit more _violence._**

**His arm flexed, his veins popped as he let out a hefty grunt. The ball blasted forwards, reaching the box as she began to leap a foot up towards it. The ball at the end of the chain would blast through the create, compromising its structural integrity as it began collapsing in on itself as her foot touched the box. Her platform to get to a higher elevation stolen from her.**

**Another yank. His back flexed, shoulders rolling back as his antagonist muscles worked in unison to bring the ball back to him with a strong pulling motion. The ball at the end of the chain would begin coming back towards him, but not without attempting to strike her feet and trip her up. Debris from the box trailing with the ball's motion as he made the attempt to knock her over— to steal precious distance from her so he could get closer.**

**He wasn't just strong, no, he had a particular cunning to him. This wasn't the first chase he made, neither will it be the last he'll ever have. The Bounty Hunter maintained this serious expression— he would do his best not to underestimate his prey. She was, after all, a Sister of Salvation. He was intimate with one in the past— an ex of his. She had a fond place in his mind. However she gave him something even more important... _How to defeat the sisters, and their training._**
Joseph
*Oryra cursed out loud when the crate would start to break, she hadn't thought he would do that but she hadn't been without a backup plan as she'd scowered the bricks on her way to the crate, taking a leap off the now broken crate and digging her hands into the uneven stone. She knew how to climb a wall she just hoped not to do so as it now had ripped open the stitches in her arm. She wasn't planning to go down that easy.

She's take a quick glance back to the bounty hunter after her. He was smart and strong. A bad mix for someone who couldn't use magic but her loom. Which if she could get some distance she could use it to make a trap with her threads. Just one sharp thread or her getting enough distance to get a good shot she could do a pressure point and make him immobile. Anything was better than continuing to run but she couldn't stop either.

Oryra had to keep going, there was no way she could let herself fall so she forced herself to move up the wall no matter how much it hurt to climb. Just a little farther and she would be on higher ground. She than could make the area above the alleyway blocked by the threads. That was the plan at least till she could think of the next step.*
David
**There it was, a new opening. While she dangles for a brief moment, her slight struggle from the pain of her stitches breaking apart as she pulled herself up. The ball now pulled back, Baldwin would take aim and exploit that instance of weakness. Twirling the ball and chain, increasing the speed and momentum, Baldwin would launch it at Onrya once more. He twist his body slightly, directing it to strike the Tiefling's centre mass. The metal ball had set its course to strike her side, aiming to crush a few ribs and even knock the woman down from her climb. He was _not_ letting her take off to the rooftops. It was simply not an option. Even if she managed to get to the roofs, he had his ways to reach her, but he didn't want the distance to grow between the two. It was a pain in the ass, anyways, to play catchup with someone who was light footed and slightly faster than you.**

**Baldwin had been anticipating that things would not necessarily go his way. His next course of action was to take his off hand and press the gem piece that was on his chest. The gem would shimmer with a slight magic hue, activating the magic mechanism. A precaution for what was to come next.**

**Next, he would yank the ball back. If he struck true or not, he would begin the process of returning the ball to himself to rinse and repeat the process. So long as the rogue hadn't disabled his ball and chain, he would be able to pressure her from mid to long distance. He possessed the advantage here, and would not stop until he had tired the runaway slave. She was likely more lethargic than him. Less food in her belly. He was full, well rested. If this became a battle of attrition, he would surely win.** 

_"I know your games, sister."_ **Baldwin thought to himself, maintaining this eagle-like glare. His eyes cutting up and dissecting Onrya's movements.**

**He would dominate with his physical prowess, and he _will_ devour her whole.**
Joseph
*Oryra struggled knowing at the moment she was at a disadvantage with being in a dangling state. She would see the ball coming and knew it was act quickly or face getting severely hurt. Deciding she would have to risk a bit more injury she'd keep climbing up than letting go and running. She needed the high ground to have any chance to get away. She had a few seconds to get higher and thats exactly what she did. Using her blade she'd get a more sturdy hold before being hit. 

It wasn't the exact place he had been aiming for but this time she did get hit. She would be hit more to her hip which was not a good spot to get struck, it would cause her to slip some, using a lot of her strength to hold onto her knife dug into the wall to keep from falling. Deciding she was needing to get rid of his weapon as well she'd let one of her thread slide through one of the chain links before the needle would get shoved into the wall as it seemed she would just swing her hand up to a new area to keep climbing. 

His weapon now not being easily pulled back with her using her one thread which was as strong as rope to pin it to the wall as she would climb up finally to the roofs. Ignoring the pain she was feeling as she worked on getting up and ready to really fight. Least now she might be able to use one or the needles to render him paralyzed.*
David
**Once she was on her feet, she would feel a piercing pain where the ball stuck. She knew for a fact it would be heavily bruised, but it was more than that. The combination of Baldwin's strength, and the ball's inertia as it flew for her had undoubtedly fractured her hip bone. It hurt to walk in this moment, but she was where she wanted to be. On the roofs.**

**Baldwin had looked up to where she was, and saw her figure struggling away from the ledge. The ball had been lodged into the wall, and not easily pulled out. _Big mistake._ Now Baldwin had a method of climbing up without needing to use climbing hooks. He instead ran to the wall and used the _chain_ to pull himself up to where he needed to go, much like performing a rope climb. Moving with such ferocity, using the advantage of having the ball pinned against the stone wall with that thread and needle, reaching the ledge wouldn't be much of a challenge.**

**When Onrya felt she had a moment of respite, Baldwin's hands had grabbed the edge before his full body had pulled up and over the ledge— his raw strength seemingly defying gravity as he had pulled his form onto the roof with ease. He had been in a lowered stance, knees bent, and arms slightly extended outwards.**

**He relinquished the ball and chain, now seemingly unarmed. Not that he needed a weapon, his body was a weapon of its own. A slight shimmer had shrouded his form, as a faint blue aura lined his form. This was undoubtedly the work of magic at play.**

"I'll give you this one warning. Surrender now, or I break your hands." **Baldwin would threaten, as his body leaned forwards a bit. The man's amber eyes meeting with the Tiefling's own.** 

**What would win? The wounded rogue and her thread and needle? Or the bounty hunter of unparalleled strength and prowess?**

**Baldwin's stance was animalistic in nature, as he remained unarmed in this instance. However his off hand however near his Bag of Holding...**

**He analyzed, and prepared to strike.**
Joseph
*Oryra winced at the pain in her hip, she knew it wasn't good by the pain alone but that didn't matter when she was trying to survive. Had she finally gotten away far enough? Nope, not even close as she saw their hand against the ledge. She should have made some poison, least than it could be in his hand by now but she didn't have the means to made such poisons at the moment. So, instead she would throw one of her needles into the area between his thumb and pointer finger, being up aways to a point that would cause pain when hit or pressed hard on to have tried to makw him slow down some. Backing up as she now favored her left leg she got ready to fight when they came up. She didn't have enough time to make a trap so that would have to do. Least now they seemed on a better playing field in her eyes for the moment.

She knew she was against magic but who cares? Was fight or just give up and she didn't like the latter. She wasn't just going back especially for now bounty hunter.* "If you think you will get that close to me you're mistaken. It took 10 guards to get me before one bounty hunter won't get me that easily." 

*Oryra was injured and lethargic, she knew her chances were thin but she wasn't about to show her fear. No she was always better at being cocky and stubborn in her ways. A reason she'd been a good sister till she wasn't. She was calculated now. She knew where to aim for it he striked. A disadvantage for him if she got another shot in.*
David
**Onrya's first hint of what magics were operating would come in the form of her needle bouncing off his hand. A magical blue discharge would be released as the needle wouldn't pierce through this blue aura— it would take a little more than a simple needle to pierce the Bounty Hunter's mettle.**

**If she was versed enough with magic, and presuming she studied her opponents well, this was a Mage Armour that was active. A precaution which Baldwin took when he touched his gem piece back down in the alleyway. It would need to take more pressure in order to break the magical barrier which he had placed onto himself— pressure the rogue might not be able to exude. However, perhaps with enough wearing, a needle _could_ pierce the Mage Armour. The question was if she had the capacity at this moment to even place a chip in his armour?**

**Baldwin, now on the roof with her, maintaining his stance, would move his hand to collect something out of his bag of holding.** "Hmph." **The Drow Male would select a weapon fitting for the moment. The rogue use thread and needle. She was dexterous, and thus would likely cut through everything he had to offer. He was going to need to put some range between the two and wear her out.**

**From the bag he began pulling out a staff— it was evident it would be impossible to hide a staff in a simple bag, but due to this bag's nature, it was more than capable of holding the weapon. Having pulled the staff out, he took a stance. His body would stand bladed now, both hands upon the staff, towards the bottom closer to his body, as the Drow man would share a smile.**

"I like it when they choose the hard way." **Without a moment of hesitation, he would thrust the staff at Onrya, attempting to strike her centre mass with his weapon. This was a initial strike to force the rogue to react, as he was prepared to react accordingly. He hadn't planned to let up the pressure.**

**Now engaged, the Barbarian was ready to show his martial prowess. He hadn't wished to rely on his Rage yet— it was a personal challenge of his not to rely on his innate skills immediately. This, to him, was a game. A heightened form of training.**

**She was just his training partner in this moment.**