The Grand Tour, Corrupted TakeOver
It was not often Lorelei found herself dumbfounded by an opponent, and certainly not when she was on the hunt. Nonetheless, Lorelei Luthor was certainly being backed against a wall, the only respite being that her adversary had once more stopped his use of the gun in his hand. This was different from the ordinary guns, or even the unordinary ones, and not even her magic armaments could protect her from the initial volley.
Once more Lorelei peaked her head out, a small glimpse of her and her adversary's mutual target coming to light. The Holy Grail an item imbued with enough holy magic to- oh crap! Once more Lorelei was forced back, not a moment too soon as where her head was previously found itself welcomed with another round. More curses ran under her breath. Perhaps this wouldn't have been so bad if she had assistance, but Mildred had been taken care of upon arriving, somehow a young assistant to her foe, wielding a spear of familiar look, with intense grace had managed to outdo and overwhelm her. And Circe had gone completely silent, not the slightest bit of a connection was able to connect to her, meaning she was completely isolated.
Her first few attempts at closing the distance had proven less than effective, as they graze wounds and singed flesh decorating her armor could attest to.
Alright so can't use magic, can't fight, and can't call on allies. She supposed she could pull out
that maneuver, but there was no guarantee it would work. Still, there was little else she could do as her enemy peppered her location with his seemingly infinite ammunition. A deep breath filled Lorelei's mouth, and she tensed her body preparing for her next move.
"Parley!" She shouted out raising her arms in surrender.
Luckily by some, though the man she faced hadn't lowered his gun he had not fired. A smirk quickly spread across the mysterious man's face, and the Luthor's anger reached its peak. Regardless, she had already chosen her course of action and the opposition-held all the cards.
"My name is Lorelei Luthor, ally and member of the house of Circe. I came here seeking the artifact on that pedestal, and would request you leave me and my cohort alone." She felt sweat on her brow but made no movements to remove it. Every action here was life or death, and despite facing Circe herself on the daily, Lorelei couldn't help but feel danger radiating from the man before her.
Silence reigned a moment longer before he lowered his gun, the small smirk extending to a smile as he circled Lorelei, just enough to reach the Chalice.
"Name's Tyr Kent, a bounty hunter for hire, and a....connoisseur of ancient relics. Now I won't pretend I'm not curious why a fragile thing like you are out here doing work outside your no doubt lovely mansion," Tyr said, looking her up and down in obvious disregard, " but I can't say I care enough to ask. So here's what's going to happen. Me and my associate over there who's got your tag along hogtied, are going to take this here relic, and do with it as I wish. I am in need of a fancy mug after all. And who knows, maybe I can give it to the church and me and my friend," At this, the man's eyes lapsed in concentration, and he tightened his hold on his gun, "Right, right, my bad. Me, my friend and Mephy can earn ourselves some good gambling money." At the mention of this Mephy character, the bounty hunter shook his revolver.
"Tyr-" "Kent. Only my friends and people of importance address me as Tyr." "....Kent, I'm sure that we can come to an arrangement. Surely there are trades we can make. One which will make both of us happy?"
The gun-toting maniac tapped his weapon against his cheek thoughtfully. "I could trade a bullet for your brain matter?"
Lorelei's felt her eye begin twitching, and had she not been in such a precarious position she'd be rubbing her temples to deal with the oncoming migraine from this buffon. Still, she must persist, as many lives stood in the balance for this exchange. Alright, perhaps magical items. Yes, yes, that could work. Or offer a meeting with Circe herself, and when he arrives she'd work with Circe to kill the damn imbecile. Sure Circe may be annoyed that she used her as a defense, but she'd understand. Alright then, just need to convince him.
"What if-" "Nope." A bullet entered her left thigh before she had even registered him shifting the gun. A cry of pain left her mouth and she fell to the ground quickly. In her moment of weakness, the Bounty Hunter put the artifact,
her artifact inside a bag and quickly began to make his exit. A deep-seated hatred for this gnat that had dared to cross her, Lorelei Luthor, settled in, as she made sure to memorize his facial features and characteristics. He sent back a wink as he began to leave, his apprentice rising to follow from his seated position near the still unconscious Mildred.
Lorelei felt herself curse the house of Kent, and though her magic might not function as it once could've, her wrath would soak deeply into her blood, bones, and soul. No one disgraced a Luthor and got away with it.
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@Simon_Jester sorry dude, but I had to. It was too easy and the set up was too similar, hope you don't mind I blended Lexquest with Lokiquest.
