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Ianto lands on another steeply pitched roof; unable to get a foothold on the tiles, he slides down, rolling to the edge. He looks down: The adjoining building is one story lower, with a skylight roof.
As Ianto struggles to climb back to the peak of the second roof Dork #3 holsters his gun, and climbs on the banister. He's too heavy to climb onto the roof by himself - so Dork #2 shoves him from below.
Dork #3 searches for Ianto. He hears Ianto moving, below him, on the next building. He makes a running leap.
Ianto has hauled himself up to a crouch as Dork #3 lands. They grapple. The Dork sends Ianto sliding down toward the edge of the roof, then loses his balance, and slides down after Ianto. Ianto is about to slide off, onto the skylight below, but grabs the guttering at the last moment. The Dork is now hanging, fifteen feet above a glass skylight... As Dork #3 tumbles off the edge of the roof, and saves himself by grabbing onto Ianto's legs.
They sway in the air for a second. The gutter bends, breaks, and the two of them fall through the skylight into the town hall. They land in a shower of glass on the grand banquet table in the Great Hall. Ianto is winded. Dork #3, unfazed. He grabs Ianto by the collar, hauling him up on his feet.
Dork #3 shoves the nose of his gun under Ianto's chin, forcing him up on his toes. Snarling, he thrusts his face menacingly close to Ianto "I owe you some pain."
With lightning speed, Ianto grasps the Dork's elbow and yanks his gun arm forward, as Ianto pitches his head back. Ianto's chin just clears the barrel as the gun fires into the ceiling. The flash momentarily blinds Dork #3. Ianto snatches a candelabra, and smashes it against the Dork's arm, knocking the gun away.
As Ianto draws his knife, the Dork grabs Ianto's wrist, and brutally yet effortlessly squeezes the knife from his hand, into the floor.
With a sick smile, the Dork tosses Ianto into a corner of the room. He's having fun.
As Ianto staggers from the corner Dork #3 tosses aside a massive table and chairs to get at Ianto.
Concerned this might be getting serious, Ianto grabs a leg form a broken chair. He wields it like a bat, to ward off the Dork.
"What the hell, stand down!" Ianto yells, trying to understand if this is some sort of exercise he's stumbled into but the Dork is advancing.
Now, Dork #3 lunges for Ianto's throat. Grappling, they slam into the wall. In a near death-grip, Ianto manages to push/kick/smash Dork #3 backwards, down onto the floor.
Dork now has the gun back and is rising. And at the very last second, Ianto looks up to see his daughter slamming though the ceiling panels with a roar of glee, her blade extended impaling Dork #3 on the wooden floor.
Ianto watches as she rises to her feet and wipes the blade on her pant leg with that annoying air of arrogance that is pure Harkness. She looks at her father who is panting as he clutches at a chair "Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum are contained but Tweedle Da Dot here was something else. Who the hell is he?"
"I don't know, I thought it was a training exercise you forgot to warn me about at first, then I saw the VM on his wrist" Ianto waves a hand and she pulls back the sleeve with interest. He then winces as he manipulates his wrist, the thug's strength was amazing.
"The other two don't have one. They did a tripe Jaunt? No wonder the other to are a bit….stupid." she frowns, "Maybe they didn't know the reason they were here."
Ianto shrugs as he settles in the chair, "Your father will find out what he needs to know. He will interig…ate….the…."
Kara was running, shouting that she would transport them to her parental as the prospect of watching a torture her dad is controlling has her all excited like a little kid on Christmas morning.
Ianto looks around at the carnage and winces as he rises, he heads after her muttering "I am getting too old for this shit"
As the doors slam shut more masonry falls from the ceiling.
Gonna need another wee fund.
Oops.