Renalla
Secret Weapon
Brooding silence.
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Post by Renalla on Feb 1, 2014 11:58:47 GMT -6
((Well that's good~))
Jayt smiled. It wasn't a pleasant or kind or welcoming smile. No, this was a look of someone who fully planned on getting the information he sought and was thoroughly unhappy with reaching a dead end. He leaned against the bars behind him, watching the prisoner squirm.
"Your brother, huh?" Jayt repeated and shook his head. "Definitely not the people I'm looking for." The mask, the ones they supposedly made, was gone. "Where is this mask of yours? How did you learn to make it? The design is old - definitely older than you are."
But the man never got a chance to answer. The sound of cracking mortar, burning thatched roof, shouts of people - all of it was too familiar and definitely too close. Jayt's hands tensed, the triggers of his weapons pressing against his palms like a familiar handshake.
"Keep the question in mind," he told the prisoner pleasantly.
He didn't care if the clan fell, but if the building collapsed, he wasn't planning on going with it. Turning down the corridor, he paused, wondering if he heard breathing. He stayed still, refraining from moving an inch, and gripped the triggers.
It wasn't just the prisoner. There was definitely someone else down here.
"If you don't want your clan to be annihilated, I suggest you return upstairs," he called without turning around. He couldn't tell the gender, considering he hadn't heard any footsteps or anything telling, but from the higher pitched breathing he guessed it to be a woman.
It isn't like she heard anything important.
Jayt headed back upstairs and found even his eyes widening. Outside was mass chaos - enormous wyverns and dragons, their riders heavily armed, were divebombing those on the ground. Quickly he headed upwards until he found a balcony. Once he climbed onto the roof, he knelt behind a low chimney and retracted his weapons.
Short blades were no good against flying opponents unless they landed. Instead he slid his bow from its case, the quiver hidden beneath his cloak, and readied the weapon. He was better at close range combat, but this would have to do for now.
He took careful aim, following teachings he hadn't thought about in years, and let the arrow fly. One of the wyverns let out an enraged screech, its wing torn through.
Who the hell would be stupid enough to attack a clan base? he thought and blocked the incoming spear with a quick twist. The wyvern's rider came in for another attack, spear at the ready -
And with a thought, Jayt was gone from their sight. The wyvern cried out in frustration, lifting its head to sniff the air, but Jayt was already moving, his bow slung across his shoulders as he clicked his blades into place.
The underbelly and the neck - the only two places a dragon could be wounded. The belly was easier since it was softer and less protected, but if one knew where the scales met, they could penetrate the throat.
Jayt did just that with two quick thrusts. The rider shouted as his beast swung its head about, blood soon staining the entire roof a dreaded dark red. The man lept clear as the wyvern fell from the roof to land with a loud thud on the ground below.
"Who are you?" Jayt demanded. "What clan?"
He readied his blades, relatively certain this man wouldn't answer him after killing his beloved mount.
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Fredmir
Sol Faction
BLADEFIGHT!
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Post by Fredmir on Feb 1, 2014 16:16:35 GMT -6
As soon as the first wyvern rider tried to impale Freya, Nikolas switched to offensive mode, he ran in the middle of the place so he would seem a easier target. It took some time, but another wyvern rider tried to get him. With a smile on his face, Nikolas readied his sword, he would've a split second to act, if he was too soon, he'd get killed, if he was too late, he'd get killed.
The wyvern got bigger and bigger, the lance of his rider was pointed directly at him. Nikolas stood still, waiting for the exact moment, the tip of his sword almost touching the ground... When the lance was close enough for him to touch it, Nikolas hit it strongly with his sword, making it miss it's target. The wyvern was already starting to go back up, the sword went directly back in it's sheath as Nikolas ran toward the dragon, jumped and grabbed the strap around the ankle of the rider with his left hand, dodging the wyvern's claws as he tried to lift himself behind the ennemy. After a few tries, he succeeded and took out his sword to stab the rider in the back. After killing him, Nikolas took controle of the wyvern and made him turn toward another one, but he couldn't try anything usefull with the dead body bleeding in front of him, it was blocking half his vision and making him a little too far on the saddle to correctly direct the beast. He changed direction and threw away the body while turning over some of his clanmates. The dead rider's corpse fell in front of Kale.
At the exact moment the wyvern saw his master's body falling from his back, he knew the one still there wasn't his ally. Nikolas tried to keep controle, but the beast really wanted him off his back. Not knowing how to kill off the dragon, the only option now was to try to land somewhere or getting close enough of the ground so he could jump off.. not easy when the wyvern in question doesn't want to cooperate.
After some minutes, Nikolas succeeded in moving the giant lizard close enough of a wall so he could jump off, but as soon as he would release the reins, the beast would move away. So the only option he found was to simply crash the beast in the wall. So he took a wide turn and made it hit the wall from the front. When the head touched the bricks, Nikolas dropped the reins and jumped in the air, not wanting to be burried with the wyven.. he successfuly landed on the wall, but it didn't stay stable for more than 2 seconds. After running on the collapsing materials, he ended up falling with it.
When everything stopped moving, Nikolas got up, a few bruises here and there, but still in a somewhat good shape. The wyvern wasn't moving under the debris, so Nikolas went away, took out his sword again and was now ready to get back in the fight.
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jac815
Luna Faction
this vexes me
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Post by jac815 on Feb 3, 2014 18:00:45 GMT -6
Jac might be in a lot of pain, but he could still hear what was going on. The headquarters was under attack. He knew he needed to help defend the headquarters, but GAWD did he have a headache.
Admit it! You feel useless! You're weak, and unable to help anyone you care about! You're nothing but a coward!
Shut up!
Jac stood up, but stumbled around a bit before he could stand still. His headache was unbelievably powerful, and he couldn't focus on much while sitting, let alone fighting. And the freakin voice in his head, just made him want to go...
Wild... Let loose you're primal instincts. Your idol is doing that quite easily. Just kill them! Why are you holding back so desparately, Jac?
Shut up... Shut up... SHUT UP!
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU GODDAMN FREAK!"
I wish I could, dear Jac. But you see, I'm YOU. I'm your primal instinct, your bloodlust that has built up over the years.
"NO!"
I am your insanity, your passion, your strength you've buried in all your fears.
"No... NO! STOP!"
I am your curse, and your blessing. I am your guardian, and your destroyer. I am he who gives life to death!
"Please... stop..."
I am your god of war.
I am your Mars.
A wave of some sort of magic, evil and twisted, has swept over Jac like a large tidal wave. Afterwards, he was passed out on the floor, gripping his sword, and his hair had somehow snapped his hairtie, and it looked more red than usual. As soon as he quited down, one of the members who had witnesses this schizophrenic ouburst gained his wits and rushed outside to let freya and volund now of this development, as well as to join the fray.
"Hehehehe..."
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Post by bearnardboyt on Feb 13, 2014 12:44:19 GMT -6
A grand display indeed for anyone who witnessed, cleverly using the food as a means to get the foes attention showing a false sense of desperation resulting in the foe being felled by his own pride and ignorance Bearnard takes his enemies spear and with the skills of a master, then dragon piercing flesh with jaw, not enough to stop one such as Bearnard who finishes the rider then ends the confrontation with a manly battle cry launching an excellent punch followed by a magnificent blow to the dragon's vitals, the thud of it's body lifting dust in the air which once dissipated shows a man bloodied yet victorious over his mighty foes proving to be the mightier. Indeed it was a spectacle to behold, but let's just say it's a good thing no one could read Bearnard's mind during said event.
{Mind thoughts and what was said but really it's mostly grunting sounds} Not enough sleep, not enough time to eat food, not long enough weapons to fight giant stupid dragon face, so it would seem there is no better time for improvising and that of course means "Frisbee plate of doom!" well I guess it was more a plate of minor annoyance. Well, then that leaves it to mug of oh crap it's faster than I thought just throw it! "Hurnf!" Alright now I just need to dodge the spear and dragon and I hate this plan it won't work oh well just go "Hnnng!" ha ha my plan that I had no doubts about at all worked perfectly now I just take his spear and stab him and "GRAAAAAH!" pain pain pain pain stab guy pain pain pain pain dragon shoulder ow pain pain stupid plan pain eye pain jab it pain with fist pain hurry pain that's right recoil in pain pain pain pain back on track thrust through the pain pain stop it "Hurgh!" well it must hurt more than me since I'm pretty sure it's now dead, pain, nope I hurt more it's dead. hurt ouch bleed pain wait just think of the awesome scars I will pain pain pain nope that won't work. pain.
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Post by EsricIX on Feb 20, 2014 22:30:42 GMT -6
"If you don't want your clan to be annihilated, I suggest you return upstairs," Those words caught Raine off guard as she thought she had not been found out. She waited until she heard swift footsteps leaving the dungeon before returning as well. Raine remembered to grab the tomahawk on the way out.
Battle soon erupted at the CA HQ and Ulric had not strayed too far from the entrance near Freya and Volund. One could guess that he was just waiting for his sister to return as he fended off various riders from the keep. Moments later Ulric noticed pegasus rider descending upon him alongside a wyvern rider. Clenching his worn hand axe he managed to strike the pegasus dead in two of its knees (cleaving the legs off in the process), which in turn caused it to come crashing to the ground. Just as he unsheathed his sword he saw the wyvern nearly feet away from him only to be knocked several feet away by a rather large gust of wind. "That had to be magic." Ulric thought as he turned in the direction the spell came from and noticed his sister panting. "Sorry I'm late brother!" Raine said...while handing over the tomahawk. "We'll talk later." Ulric said as he noticed and pointed to an injured comrade. "He needs your help a bit more than I do right now." Ulric continued defending the main entrance as havoc was wreaked on the battlefield.
Raine removed her mending staff and approached Bearnard. "This should help!" Raine said as the light of the staff filled the area around them. Noticing that she was a magic user, more pegasus riders were approaching and could be seen from the distance.
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Post by Meneil on Feb 20, 2014 23:18:50 GMT -6
The unknown attackers struck at anyone within the general area of the base. They picked off some of the weaker members of the Celestial Alliance, but others met their end at the blades of Nikolas, Bearnard, Ulric, Raine, and Jayt. Riders and mounts alike were felled. The small invasion force had been too small. They were easily outclassed, even with the advantage of being in the air. But they were stubborn, and refused to retreat or surrender, even as their numbers began to dwindle.
The assailant that Jayt picked up was less than compliant. He swore loudly, eyes burning as his mount flew into the building, falling lifelessly. "Savages-" He began, about to hurl out a far longer list of insults, assuming he had the breath to continue.
The last pegasus had arrived. Either traveling farther, or at a slower pace than the others, its kin had already begun the battle. She was dressed in the same kind of armor as the others, with only the slightest of deviations - she wore a choker with a black jewel on it; clearly part of the same group. The owner ignored the chaos of the ensuing battle. She landed almost exactly in the middle of the battle. The combatants were too busy fighting to attempt going after her. She slipped off the pegasus, but kept one hand across its neck, holding her mount close. Her other hand brushed against the jewel.
The din of battle ceased. A chill wind blew eerily, something about the world seeming to die. The earth around the pegasus and its owner... did die. All the grass, every plant, withered and turned black. The ground itself looked as if it had been stained. The air tasted foul, as if polluted. And although everyone in mid-combat had ceased... although the fighting had temporarily suspended... Ulric and Raine could hear someone or something screaming. A long, terrible scream which could shake bones. Yet the others... everyone else seemed death to the cry...
"I am Iola, of the clan Acheron," she introduced herself. She had clearly gotten the attention of everyone, after all the earth died around her. "Lay down your weapons and surrender, Celestial Alliance, and no harm shall become of you."
"I am Volund, a faction leader in Celestial Alliance," Volund stepped forward. He had helped Freya to her feet earlier, and the two had been busy fighting, until Iola appeared... "You come and attack our base, and then ask for our surrender? I think you are sadly mistaken if you expect us to simply take this place without a fight," he glared.
"I see," Iola took out a strange weapon, the likes of which none had seen before. It was long and flat, and didn't seem to be adept in either slashing or even bashing. "Then we shall fight."
Volund took out his own spear, watching her carefully. She pointed the strange weapon at him, and then... a loud noise shattered the air. Searing pain gripped him. "!!" He gasped painfully, falling to the ground. It was like magic. A wound had appeared in his chest, blood pouring out heavily. He collapsed on his knees, vision blurring uncertainly. He had not even seen an attack. Just an incredible wound, and then...
"Volund!!" Freya cried out, running to his side. She caught him before he fell, his face growing deathly pale with each passing second.
The strange weapon Iola had been wielding dropped to the ground. She gasped, also taking unsteady breaths. "A-Anyone... e-else...!?" She gripped the mane of her pegasus tightly. Her arm bulged. Black lines had appeared beneath her skin, bulging up like disproportionate veins. They were spreading slowly, etching themselves all across her body, even worming their way into her face.
One of Volund's men cried out loudly. Recklessly he charged against Iola. She ducked his sword, slamming both of her palms into his body. The man slid an unreal amount of distance, as if blown away by the attack. Immediately as if on cue, the fighting resumed. With a great cry, the Celestial Alliance members fought against their newfound enemy, Acheron. But the tide had clearly changed. Iola ran through the battle as if possessed, annihilating anything that crossed her path. She was far too strong for the average soldiers... with her addition, and with Volund in no condition to fight... and Freya too fraught with worry to continue... it seemed like the tide of battle was turning, unless Iola was stopped...
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Renalla
Secret Weapon
Brooding silence.
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Post by Renalla on Feb 21, 2014 0:33:13 GMT -6
'Savages'? That was a new one. Jayt killed the man a moment later, his blade sliding smoothly in and out of his opponent's abdomen. He stood no chance; in under a minute the man was choking on his own blood, his vital organs pierced, and coughed out a final exhale before his eyes stared into nothingness.
Jayt paused and looked down at his hands. They were covered in red, some (most) from the wyvern, some from the man. It wasn’t a pretty sight, not in the least. He hated the sticky feeling, the way leather absorbed it, how it felt between his fingers. How long had it been since he’d felt like this, experienced a fight like this?
So much for not fighting again.
Carefully, still somewhat hidden from his perch, he crept forward. He triggered the retract button on his knives and watched them slide back into their cradles. The blades were in pristine condition, considering the life he had led – his faithful companions in everything he did.
Down below was mass chaos. Admittedly the battle appeared to be in their favor, though he suspected that was mostly luck and not skill. Bodies littered the area, fresh corpses of fresh people that clawed at the dirt, their throats, the legs of others, begging for a second chance at life. It was almost pitiful, the way this was going.
Of course, he was sorely mistaken when the Pegasus rider landed.
Immediately his eyes locked on the pendant around her neck, on the lack of visible weapons, of the obvious respect and power that there was no need to hide. Her smile wasn’t brittle, fearful – no, it was knowing, scornful, obvious. Where was the point in masking when she was certain she would win?
Jayt climbed down the roof, humming lightly to himself, and back to the balcony. From there he managed to get down to the ground level. The soft tune was carried on the wind, and he smirked to himself, the expression looking almost like a grimace from lack of use on his face. His heart pounded heavily in his chest as the fighting abruptly stopped.
He could have sworn he heard something strange in the distance but did his best to pay it as little mind as he could. Screams were commonplace in his head; this was simply another, even if the tone differed. Yet no one else seemed to notice except a young woman and a man near her.
They, however, weren’t his target. No, the woman who introduced herself as Iola was far more intriguing. He clicked his blades into place once more and watched, astounded, as Volund was easily felled by a strange object that Iola almost immediately dropped after. As the leader of Sol began to bleed out, Jayt stepped around them both and walked almost casually towards Iola.
She couldn’t see him, or so he assumed, his tune still carrying as the battle was renewed. The item she dropped lay innocuously on the ground near her feet. She became a hellspawn, a devil, as she slashed and attacked and fought and killed anyone who got too close to her. Just as she raised her hand to end another man, Jayt stepped into her path and raised his blade.
Her weapon clashed against his. He phased back into view and slightly tilted his head to the side, the din of the battle echoing around him.
“What are you?” he asked, his voice low and quiet. “What’s this magic you’re carrying in your skin?” It had to be magic – what else caused false veins to throb against their owners’ bodies, made them weak after such expenditure of energy? She was showing classic signs of fatigue despite her hellish fighting style. “And what’s clan Acheron?” His blades remained locked against her, waiting for her to make the next move. He wanted to learn how she fought before he attempted a strike. Learning from the mistake of not being prepared paid off in the long run.
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Post by Konata on Feb 21, 2014 11:12:25 GMT -6
"Hngsh? Sorry guys, I was AFK. What's happenin... wait, why's there a dead guy in front of me...?" Kale questioned. Probably Niki's Handiwork no doubt... "More importantly, where the hell is everyone else...?" He then heard the yellin and the clangin of metal in what appeared to be a battlefield outside. Oh, found them...
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"Niki! Where are you? I kno you killed thi-"
A loud BOOM resonated throughout the battlefield. This brought Kale's attention to the figure holdin the weird... thingie. It was pointin at someone, who was bleedin profusely...
Holy shit, the hell is that!? Wait, isn't that... Volund!
Kale ran up to the fallen leader. "Volund... Jeez, what happened to ya..." Well besides the gapin chest wound... Wait, not the time for snarky remarks to myself.
Kale looked at Freya and saw she was noticeably shocked... so Kale began to shake the poor girl to get her to her senses. "Freya! Snap outta it! I woulda slapped you right now, but ya kno... bein my leader and all...," Kale said with an upturned smirk. "Anyways, can you carry your bro outta here? We cant exactly let you guys die here, ya kno? You guys die, and we hav to restart this map; your fault for bein lords. I'll try to get the other members and we'll beat the everlovin shit outta that witch girl for ya guys. Just go take him to the medics!"
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Kale was running around the battlefield tryin to find his murderous clanmate. Although he didnt locate Niki, he did pass some chunnibyou yellin to himself and some old dude just... yellin. Why the hell is everyone in this clan so weird...? He finally located the fallen psychopath admist, shocker, another corpse...
"Niki! How the hell did you kill this dragon!? Wait, nevermind that. Did ya see what happened to Volund!? We dont hav any time to mess around now. Lets actually try strategizin instead of just goin all murdery, k? Try gatherin the other members or somethin so we can formulate a plan. Cause if we dont hav a plan we could end up like Volund..." Kale then looked at the witch tha- wait, who the hell is that? And why the hell is he fightin her by himself...!?
"... or we can just watch this guy get eviscerated... Niki! Change of plans! We gotta back up that crazier-than-you guy fightin that OP-witch all by his crazy self!!" Kale ran off to the direction of said crazy guy.
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jac815
Luna Faction
this vexes me
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Post by jac815 on Feb 23, 2014 15:58:10 GMT -6
"It's about time you let me out, Jac!" said the moster. "I might be a bit rusty after 15 years of being sealed, but hey, it's whatever!" The monster stood. It was controlling Jac's body, and you could tell it was Jac's body, but it looked different. His hair was longer, wasn't tied back, and had blood-red tips. He let his hair fall over his face. The only noticable difference there would be that his eyes were a dark crimson. Also, for whatever reason, his clothes changed from black pants, white shirt, and a jacket to baggy white linen pants and a red tank-top, which was also quite baggy. His muscles throbbed as he stood up. The monster looked around the inside of the building he found himself in. He found a healer treating an old man, who looked like he got injured stuffing his face. He didn't bother hiding his disgust as he walked outside, following the ringing of steel and the shouts of battle, for the 2 seconds they lasted. When he got outside he found a woman, looking royal, respected, powerful. That in itself pissed him off. Although, he only wanted to fight the best he could get his hands on, and a princess wouldn't cut it. He walked around, gauging the strength of people around him. He found a veteran assassin perched up on a ledge that looked like good prey, but he found what he was looking for. The man who's strength Jac idolized. The one who disregarded all life. He thought he'd heard that his name was Rick or something, but wasn't sure. All he knew was that he was gonna fight him, today if he could manage. Then the princess grew some balls. A man was laying on the floor, bleeding profusely. Volund!!! he heard Jac say. No one else could hear Jac though. He wasn't in control; the monster was. He was impressed to say the least. He decided that he would fight this woman. She proved herself more than capable for a god of war. After that little display, the fighting continued. Jac was screaming something, but the monster was adept at tuning him out, and was soon looking at how everyone was reacting. Once the veteran had left, he jumped onto the ledge and sat there for a minute, watching the battle, with a very toothy smile on his face. He saw the vet lunge at the woman, who now had a more demonic fighting style. At some point, he would have to join the fray. He knew how many times you get to fight a demon style, especially as an imprisoned god of war. Though, he continued watching. There was a short fellow running around, first to the injured man and his girlfriend? He didn't care. But then the man ran to Rick? Nick? Flick? The name didn't matter. He looked like he was talking really fast, then the short guy saw the vet fighting the demon. He looked upset, or rather, exhausted? He looked like he was about to start into the fight, and the monster couldn't allow that. The more people that fought the demon, the less chance he would have at fighting her himself. He stood a minute, and summoned a sword. It was a one and a half-handed sword, big enough for one or two hands. It was curved like a scimitar, and made of black steel, with the edge of the blade tinted red. After he had his blade, he leaped of the ledge, bouncing off people's heads on his way to the demon, among them the short guy, which nearly threw his balance. "I really am rusty." He mumbled to himself. "I might have to be careful..." He stood on the guy's head for a second. "To hell with it!" he shouted in response to his own thoughts. He leaped off the man's head and continued running. Once he got to the woman and the vet, he slammed into the vet. Hard enough to cause the vet to fall on his side. After he was out of the way, the monster entered an immediate fighting stance. "Hey beautiful," he started, "You can call me Mars, or Ares. Whatever floats your boat. I like beating the living shit out of people. Now, have you ever fought a god of war before?"
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Post by EsricIX on Feb 27, 2014 0:14:02 GMT -6
That noise….that noise that sent chills up and down Ulric’s spine, rattled his deepest fears and also seemed to threaten his entire being. Ulric broke out in a sweat in the middle of the battlefield becoming terribly paranoid amidst the fighting. “W-what is this!?” Ulric muttered as he had definitely heard this sound before.
Raine had also noticed the screams, and though they did manage to startle her, she was more concerned in her brother’s state as she ran to his side.
“Ulric! Ulric! What’s wrong!?” she yelled. There seemed to be nothing wrong with him physically, no injuries what so ever. Having never seen her brother this way before she did not know how to react, “I need to find help.” Raine said.
“No….y-you have to leave now Raine.” Ulric blurted. Raine shaking her head refused to leave Ulric like this. “And what about you, you really don’t expect me to leave you like this do you?”
“It’s her...” “What?” “That noise` the screams. I didn’t hear them until she arrived…They sound exactly like the ones I heard all those years ago…Terrifying and right before they came after us…” “Raine please, just get out of here, go somewhere safe…I can’t afford to lose you.”
Surprise appeared in her eyes. “I’m not going anywhere brother, we’ll take cover near the gates of the HQ and I’ll watch over you.”
The noise intensified as the woman began to draw upon her powers while fighting the others…Almost debilitated Ulric grunted as he was brought down to his knees and fell silent. One could see him struggling to maintain composure. Raine then managed to haul him over to the entrance quickly enough to avoid some enemy soldiers. Bracing Ulric against the walls of the HQ, Raine equipped her Rexcalibur tome and stood guard and fell many more riders while keeping an eye out for the strange woman.
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Post by bearnardboyt on Feb 28, 2014 20:33:10 GMT -6
Take that pain, such a lovely light for such pleasing result, but now it seems things have taken a very sharp turn for the worse what with a demon witch joining the fray and hopefully only incapacitating Volund. The nice healing lass went back to her brother and then- what the what in holy words can't even why! First thinly not-friend actually sorta-friend goes to fight the woman then Jac who must have the super power of changing clothes and being weird is well, being weird and maybe helping fighting who knows what the lady, gosh what's with this I thought last night took a steep fall into bad but this just straight up nosed dived into the mouth of desperation where we were then eaten by horrible which resides in it's bowels. And all I got is more plans that will end up like the last plan or worse but not much time to- gah just stop with the thoughts Bearnard be the grizzly in the corner and take them and the corner with you let's go!
And so began his charge to do the one thing he was certain would get the attention on him.
"Healing girl be ready I'll be getting hurt!" Just have to distract her for a bit she can't shoot that thing forever and I've taken worse, I hope. Oh gosh mind stop please just stop we can think about the pain after we've actually done the stupid plan and get shot or almost murdered so ugh why must you go into hyper drive whenever I do stuff like this. It's all for the best you can certainly take a hit better than youngsters and even if you can't your not as young and great now I feel old just stop brain "Huuurrrnngghh!" Such a shame to have to kill such a beautiful creature, and oh balls should've paid more attention healy girl is at the front with her brother, well maybe she won't notice I killed her Pegasus.
Oh and what a bad plan it was, since it involved most likely getting a hole blown through the chest like Volund, but as with the last now not so bad plan by comparison it was done with magnificence for all those that might witness since you never know when a bard could be passing by or perhaps even a ghost bard. He looked over the field like a hawk quickly soaking in the situation always remaining in a grand stature, then he took the spear he had masterminded out of the hands of his former foe he charged shouting the information as straightly to the point he could come up with and targeted Iola's mount if she was anything like Bearnard she'd go into a fury once her closest battle companion had been felled, which came quick yet sadly not painless the spear went into the creatures neck followed by Bearnards body plowing it to the ground where it would be finished by another quick blow to it's head. Triumphantly straitening himself he once again surveying the field to realize just how bad this plan really was, he should probably plan these plans with others then they might not end awful like this surely will.
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Fredmir
Sol Faction
BLADEFIGHT!
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Post by Fredmir on Feb 28, 2014 21:49:56 GMT -6
After killing another enemy, who had lost his mount, at the exact spot he had crashed the wyvern, Nikolas saw the late enemy arriving from the sky. He stopped fighting and looked at him- or rather her. When she got off her pegasus' back, something felt weird. Everyone stopped fighting, looking at the last person to get on the field, which was dying under her.
"I am Iola, of the clan Acheron, lay down your weapons and surrender, Celestial Alliance, and no harm shall become of you."
"I am Volund, a faction leader in Celestial Alliance. You come and attack our base, and then ask for our surrender? I think you are sadly mistaken if you expect us to simply take this place without a fight."
"I see, then we shall fight."
Iola then pointed a strange weapon on Volund, who had taken out his spear. The leader then fell down with some kind of hole in his chest. Nikolas would've ran right away to fight her, but as he had just fell from the sky in a wall, he wasn't at 100% to fight some kind of great magic fighter. Iola pushed away another soldier and the fights started back all around.
Nikolas looked around, trying to find a new target, probably keeping some distance with the enemy leader. He saw someone running at him, he readied his sword, just to put it down right after, it was only Kale.
"Niki! How the hell did you kill this dragon!? Wait, nevermind that. Did ya see what happened to Volund!? We dont hav any time to mess around now. Lets actually try strategizin instead of just goin all murdery, k? Try gatherin the other members or somethin so we can formulate a plan. Cause if we dont hav a plan we could end up like Volund...... or we can just watch this guy get eviscerated... Niki! Change of plans! We gotta back up that crazier-than-you guy fightin that OP-witch all by his crazy self!!
And off he goes, running again. Nikolas now didn't really have a choice and had to follow up.. or did he? since Kale was really faster than Nikolas, they ended up far from each other when another wyvern rider tried to get Nikolas from the air. He did a backflip to avoid it and looked at the dragon doing a large circle to come back at him. Nikolas decided to try his luck again on riding a wyvern. On the next attack, Nikolas blocked the ennemy's lance and jumped on the wyvern's leg. While the beast went back in the sky, Nikolas climbed behind the rider and sliced his throat with his sword, learning from his mistake the other time, he kept the body behind him and took the reins to direct the wyvern higher in the sky, he was now hoping to be able to use it in a good way... like crashing it on the demon lady? this seemed like a plausible plan, he found her fighting the hooded guy and a Luna member, who had now some kind of red in his hair. He directed his wyvern in that direction, ready to put his plan in motion as soon as he'd get an opening.
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Renalla
Secret Weapon
Brooding silence.
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Post by Renalla on Mar 1, 2014 19:26:00 GMT -6
Jayt was truly getting tired of not having his questions answered. Perhaps it was because of how young these others were (alright, perhaps not that much younger than himself) compared to him, but they all seemed incredibly eager to just destroy the woman. Under the circumstances, he wondered if that should surprise him. Hell, there was a time when he would have done exactly the same thing. Experience had taught him since then to use judgment and think things through.
Having said that, he really did doubt this woman would say anything as she stood now.
She was no more terrifying or powerful than some he had fought in the past, even with her strange skin and magic. Clearly she was an enemy, strong enough to take on a clan almost singlehandedly. Even so she had some kind of weakness, some fatal flaw. They always did.
He considered it all while he traded light blows with her, taking the intricate steps to a dance he knew with his eyes closed. Each subtle twist of his foot, each blocked attack, each duck – it was calculated, precise, and something beyond a man of twenty-four years. It spoke of experience and time and painstaking practice, and Jayt found himself immersed in it, in the beat of his heart and the rhythm of the steps.
Of course, that was immediately interrupted by the idiot who ran into him. Jayt quickly twisted, catching himself and immediately launching back onto his feet. He triggered his blades out again once he was righted and glared at the individual. Wasn’t this the same person who had offered him a hand to shake and asked his name? Jayt wasn’t good with recalling names (especially of those he had no intention on staying around) but he was certain this was the same person. His look was completely different now, like some sort of magical illusion had settled over the other, and his eyes were those of a crazed fighter.
Jayt had seen bloodlust before, had felt it keenly, and knew it would only blind judgment. Admittedly this woman’s death likely would’ve boded better, but if they were going to learn anything, they were better off knocking her unconscious and imprisoning her. Hopefully these idiots had magical holding cells in their dungeon – if not, they were going to be at a severe disadvantage when she woke.
So he could either attack his potential ally, who looked more interested in skinning the woman alive than listening to a strategy, or he could work around that failing and see if he couldn’t let this Ares or Jac or whatever take her down while still letting her live. Either way, it hinged on the other actually acknowledging he was there.
“Hey, idiot,” Jayt snapped and ducked beneath an attack at his head (Jac’s or the woman’s, he didn’t care or know). “If you want to learn anything about this attack, don’t kill her. Take her down and knock her out instead. It’s better than wasting the intelligence she’s probably carrying.”
If there were others intending on participating in this fight, Jayt didn’t notice them. He already had his hands full dealing with the moron obsessed with fighting and Iola; if someone else got involved that was their problem.
Jayt moved ahead, keeping an eye on Ares, and did his best to fall back into his pattern with a much higher awareness. If Ares did something stupid he wanted to be able to react.
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Post by Meneil on Mar 6, 2014 1:42:04 GMT -6
Freya looked up to Kale, realizing that her fellow clanmate was watching over them despite the battle. “Y-you're right...!” She agreed. Hastily, yet gently, she struggled to left Volund. Her brother's face was scrunched tightly in pain, his breathing extremely ragged. They needed to treat him immediately. “I'm sorry... I'll be back as soon as I can. I trust all of you!” She retreated towards the HQ, her thoughts focused on Volund.... When she noticed Raine defending Ulric from a wyvern. “Raine!” She cried desperately, struggling to bring her brother to the two siblings. “Please, heal Volund!” She set him down gently, before unsheathing her sword. Her eyes darted to the fallen Ulric. She didn't see a wound, but perhaps something had happened to him as well. “Don't worry... I'll protect everyone,” she grit her teeth.
Iola glared at Jayt. Jayt was the first one to not die instantly against her, and yet... “Such uninformed questions on the field of battle? I see no reason to correct your ignorance.” She'd met his blades with the palms of her hands. Rather than being sliced in half, it seemed her hands were able to absorb the damage. The smallest trickle of blood appeared from them, perhaps indicating that she was not completely impervious... but her skin was unlike that of a normal human. Another strange vein rippled beneath her arms. They were locked in a stalemate of sorts...
Meanwhile... The pegasi and dragons were thrown into disarray. Some met with very quick and direct deaths, like the poor pegasus that Iola had left in the face of Bearnard. The wyvern that Nikolas commandeered bucked against its new master. Screeching crazily, it struggled to extract its previous owner's murderer. So intent to rebel was the wyvern that it failed to pay attention where it was flying, crashing right into the midst of the others' battle.
“Stay out of the way, or else-!” Iola began to tell her new interference, a crazed man who seemed intent on making enemies with everyone. Right then the wyvern crashed into the entire scene, disrupting their entire tension. Iola danced out of the way. Pure chaos was quickly following each one of her steps.
The dead wyvern now lay between her and the other two... although there seemed to be a Celestial Alliance member atop the dragon. Iola paused, perhaps waiting to see if Jayt and 'Ares' would fight... and save her the trouble of killing both. Her own breathing was uneven, as if she had run a great distance. Slowly her eyes narrowed. No waiting. She slammed her palms into the corpse of the wyvern, sending it flying against both 'Ares' and 'Jayt'... and hoping to be fast enough to catch Nikolas before he dismounted. With any luck it would at least injure the three, if not trap them beneath such a heavy being.
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Post by Yoshi2251 on Mar 6, 2014 2:20:24 GMT -6
Running low on supplies, Jason decided it might be necessary to stop for supplies. His sword was badly worn, and he was running extremely low on arrows. "It won't take to long" he thought to himself. He enters the town and notices no one was wandering about on the streets. He heard distant sounds of battle coming from a different part of town.
He was confused as to what he should do. Should he help with his god awful weapons and supplies he currently had, or be a coward and flee whenever people might need his help. Jason quickly decided to help them, but first he readied himself for battle.
He began sprinting towards the screeches, and other random sounds coming from another part of town. "Am I sure I want to do this" he thought to himself trying to convince himself to run away and flee. Sadly, he then only wanted to help these people more.
He hated himself for his "I have to save everyone" attitude. Getting closer, he stopped once again just to make sure he had all he need for battle. After his short inspection, he started on his way.
"Wow this is bad. Really bad" he mumbles to himself. He quickly hides just in case anyone happened to see him. He tries to gather the courage to just run into the battle slashing and hacking, but it doesn't go so well. His fear of dying, and other things closely related to this matter began to kick in.
"What am I doing?," he asked himself," I can't just hide when people might need my help." He musters up the courage, and bravely decides to charge into the battle.
He stopped when he was about twenty feet away from a guy on a pegasus. He readied his bow, and nocked an arrow. He held it there for a short period of time to make sure his aim was precise. He released it with great confidence, and sure enough it managed to hit the pegasus in the leg making it start to move uncontrollably.
"Yes!", he shouts. He amazed himself since usually under pressure his aim was extremely bad.
He decided that maybe he should help just a bit more. Fearless, he charged into the battle, but this time he was for real.
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