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Post by darion on Dec 25, 2009 11:04:24 GMT -6
Darion's initial rush surprised the four brigands. What man in his right mind would willingly take on four opponents? His first strike took the first brigand flat footed, the man barely bringing his axe up in time to block. The force of the blow knocked him back, and Darion kept moving.
Of course, shock didn't last long, and soon the area around Darion degenerated into a swirling melee of bodies and weapons. The mercenary ducked and spun, his sword weaving a gleaming shield of steel around him. Of course, against four opponents, it only helped so much. Coming out of a spin, Darion hamstrung the opponent in front of him only to catch a sword to the back. Luckily, his scabbard was back there, and kept the wound from being too serious.
A brief pause ensued where the brigands closed ranks, looking warily at the mercenary. Darion took the brief reprieve to catalog his injuries. The worst one was the wound to his back. Other than that, he had various small cuts along his arms and armor. Thank god for his armor.
He took a quick glance at Marle and Saturos. Marle seemed to be holding her own, and Saturos had finished off the leader. Seeing an opportunity, Darion retreated back to Saturos.
"So, did you and your friend have a fun play-date?" he joked, surpressing a wince as his back throbbed.
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Post by Saturos Prox on Dec 25, 2009 13:03:35 GMT -6
"It didn't end so well. I don't think I'll be going back to his house again," joked Saturos as he twirled his weapon. "I'm surprised; I don't think I could take on four men at once, though, their leader wasn't anything special." One of the bandits, a tall man with a long scar on his jaw, just snorted. "What makes you think he was our leader, mate?" the man scoffed. The other bandits laughed cruelly. "He was at the front?" replied Saturos with a question. "He was just a hothead who didn't know his place. I'm the best fighter out of all of us," said the large, muscular man. "And I'm going to make sure neither of you leave here alive. We might take your girlfriend over there, though. Have some fun with her..." The bandit licked his lips, holding his sword out at Darion and Saturos. Saturos nudged Darion. "Well, let's hope we don't die," he said with a wink. Crouching down, Saturos shot forward, slashing up at the man's chest. The brigand deflected his blow and slashed Saturos across the chest, cutting through his armor. The teal haired myrmidon stumbled back. The armor took most of the blow, but the cut still bled. "That..." grunted Saturos, "...was a good hit." The man scoffed. "Pathetic."
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Post by Marle Daviau on Dec 25, 2009 18:35:34 GMT -6
Marle wasn't much paying attention to what else was happening. While everyone else got a breather, she didn't have time to. Panting lightly, the heavy armor she wore slowed her movements, but it made her much stronger than it appeared. She held her lance behind her back, like a staff once more, much more used to this style of fighting than the simple thrust motions she was taught. The fat man came at her again, yelling an obscenity at her, to which she charged forwards with the lance's tip up front. For a chubby man, he was oddly agile, as he saw her coming, he grabbed the shaft of the weapon and yanked her closer, causing her to stumble and lose the ground under her.
As she stumbled, he used the same hand that caught her weapon, grabbed the collar of her heavy armor, and lifted her up into the air with a single hand, and brought the other hand around, hitting her across the side of her face, and then throwing her away as if a mere toy. She shook in shock as she landed, and tried to get herself to her feet, but she was scared now, her cheek and jaw ached like she never experienced before, slowly standing, shivering as she tried to get over the pain with so little time left to her.
Trying to act boastful, she spit out some blood, looking between tear filled eyes as she smiled, taunting the man.
"I-is that all...?"
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Post by darion on Dec 28, 2009 1:11:50 GMT -6
Darion simply smiled at Saturos as he said, "Eh, too bad, so sad." In response to Saturos' comment about taking on four guys at once, Darion shrugged and said, "Well, I have been trained to fight since I was eight or so. Besides, I think they went easy on me."
After listening to the bandits and Saturos banter and watching the myrmidon's attack be rebuffed, he said, "Yep, they went easy on me."
Now, Darion wasn't just standing there watching Saturos, he was also trying to keep an eye on Marle. He noticed she wasn't doing to well, despite her brave front. As Saturos rejoined the mercenary with a new cut on his armor, Darion whispered, "Hey, Sat, you're faster than me. I'll distract them again, run over and help Marle." Anticipating objections, he continued. "I hamstrung one of them, so if I make them come to me, there'll only be three of them at once. That makes it fair for them, I think."
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Post by Saturos Prox on Dec 28, 2009 2:13:35 GMT -6
Saturos grimaced as he stood up straight and stretched out his back. "Alright, boss, if you say so," replied Saturos, leaning in towards Darion. "Just don't get yourself killed. That would ruin my day." He nodded his head in the bandit leader's direction. "Lothar the ogre over there has got quite a bit of muscle behind that axe. My advice? Don't get hit."
With a quick hop, Saturos dashed over to Marle's side. Helping her to her feet, he wiped some blood off of her lip with his cloak. "Are you alright?" he asked with concern. He twisted his head to look at her fat opponent. "What could you possibly gain by striking a lady? I can't imagine you'd have much fun with her if she was dead...unless your into that sort of thing? But that's gross..." Saturos pointed his sword at the man.
"Disgusting, really. Once again, I'm stuck fighting you overgrown wyvern turds while the gallant Darion over there gets to play the hero. I'm getting outshined!" Saturos stabbed the air with his blade a few times. "I'll have to finish you spectacularly to regain my honor. That's what a swordsman does, does he not?" The man grunted, making a pig-like noise. It complimented his pig-like looks. "Don't get in mah way fancy pants," he snorted. "You ain't that hot!" The man stepped forward and lunged at Saturos. The myrmidon blocked the weapon, pushing his assailant's arm skywards and leaving him wide open, then followed through with a palm strike to the solar-plexus. The man stumbled back, an angry scowl on his face. Saturos ran a hand through his hair. "On the contrary," he said, hamming it up. "I'm on fire."
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Post by Marle Daviau on Dec 28, 2009 2:35:48 GMT -6
Marle willing took the support, rather needing it. Has she brought her helmet along, the attack wouldn't have been so bad, but since she wasn't wearing it anymore, her head hurt more than words could describe, never having been hit so hard. She gave a shy smile, wiping her eyes a bit to get the pained tears out from her eyes, giving him a simple nod of her head.
"Yeah...I'm okay..."
She used her lance to steady herself, until strength returned to her legs, and merely watched for the time being as both Saturos and the bandit exchanged insults and witty flings. After heaving reeled from her attacker, Marle saw and opening, and gladly took it, wanting revenge.
After the strike with the palm of Saturos, Marle propped her long weapon forwards, and rushed furiously, feeling stronger, running on pure adrenaline now. In a flash, with one quick forward thrust, she landed with her lance piercing the chest of the larger man, her blade sinking in with a deliciously sick sound for tearing flesh. Her eyes were wide and wild, pleased with herself as a wide grin covered her lips, hair having long fallen infront of her eyes, with the green piercing stare of her eyes beyond the blonde curtain.
"Eat it, Filth, you won't hurt anyone anymore.."
With a strong withdrawl of her lance, the man fell forwards, almost bewildered to even be struck, a look of question on his face as he fell into the snow, now lifeless.
"I feel...much better now...thank you Saturos."
As she turned around to face him, she gave him a small smile, now clutching her jaw, as it felt very tender from being struck.
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Post by Saturos Prox on Dec 28, 2009 3:12:40 GMT -6
Saturos smiled, giving a small bow. "My pleasure, Marle," he replied. "I just can't stand it when my friends get hurt. Though you did kind of steal the show." Saturos winked, which turned into a wry face as he clutched his thorax, a jolt of pain shooting through him. It felt like he was being slashed in the chest. Oh, wait...that's right, he was. It seemed the pain wasn't quite ready to go away. The blow might have even cracked a rib. No matter, there were enemies to kill. He could worry about his condition later. He'd been in much worse predicaments before.
"Now, if you're alright, I think it would be best if we assisted Darion. He seems to be in a bit over his head."
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Post by Marle Daviau on Dec 28, 2009 3:42:46 GMT -6
Marle gave a kind of stupid smile once more as she moved a little closer, putting a hand on the larger man's shoulder, noticing the damage to his armor and frowned a bit, but tried not to put too much attention to it. "Well...it was my dance to begin with, but you're right, lets get going...you don't want him stealing the true spot light, do you?" Grinning, she began to rush over towards Darion, carrying her lance heavily with the one hand. The bleeding had already stopped, but the pain was still there, but most likely, she'd end up with more wounds...only a few of them were downed, there were still more to go.
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Post by darion on Dec 28, 2009 11:09:35 GMT -6
For all his bravado, Darion was actually kind of worried. Of course, no one but him would ever know that. It wouldn't do to ruin his image like that. Still...taking on three bandits at once was hard.
He ducked one slash of a sword before raising his own to block a slash from 'Lothar' that knocked him back towards the third who had come after him. Knowing what was about to happen, he tried to twist out of the way, and partially succeeded. Instead of the brigand's axe taking his left arm off at the elbow, he managed to catch part of the axe on his buckler. Oh, he still took a hit to his arm, and it would be hard to move until it healed, but it was still there to be healed. In retaliation, the mercenary reversed his grip on his sword and thrust it behind him quickly, catching the foe by surprise. His blade sunk into the brigand's stomach, causing the man to drop his axe and go wide-eyed.
Almost at the same time, though, Darion heard a whistling sound and instinctively dove to the side, his sword wrenching free and allowing the other body to fall as he did so. Just in time, too, as a an axe cut through the air where he had been standing before circling back around to the brigand he had hamstrung ealier.
Taking a brief reprieve, he saw Saturos and Marle finish up. He called out to them. "Ya know, if you two are done flirting over there, I left a few for you here. Aren't I considerate?" Unfortunately, his witticism was ruined by the way he grimaced in pain after speaking.
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Post by Saturos Prox on Dec 28, 2009 15:11:53 GMT -6
"Very considerate. Thanks," replied Saturos. His eyes focused in on the leader, then dropped down to his axe. "I call the big bruiser. He owes me to repair my armor." He stepped towards the brigand and gripped his sword with both arms. "I made it myself, I don't take highly to people ruining my stuff." The large man just rolled his eyes. "Give me a break, lightweight," he growled. "You might be tall but you're weak. Doesn't that gash on your chest tell you that much?" Saturos didn't reply. The man did have a clear strength advantage, but strength wasn't everything.
Stepping inward, Saturos chopped downwards with his blade. His opponent blocked the strike, so Saturos followed up with a upward slash. The man moved his sword to block, but Saturos pulled his weapon back at the last second, instead turning the strike into a thrust. The bandit leader tried to dodge, but Saturos' blade left a wound on the man's side. Clutching his side with his non-sword hand, the man laughed spitefully. "A feint, huh? Didn't expect that from a sword dropping idiot like you..." Saturos didn't smile. "People are just full of surprises," he responded.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Dec 28, 2009 15:32:12 GMT -6
A small frown was given, but she smirked and nodded her head as she closed in now, lance resting easily upon her heavy shoulderpad. Licking her lip at the gash that was there, her eyes fell on a fellow. He was nowhere near as big, just a little taller than she was, but not nearly as strong. he was one who stood at the backs of others, but was not a coward, just shorter than the rest.
Their eyes met, and the man grimaced at her. He was a quiet fellow, burley, sure, but not so much like the rest. The axe in his hand looked strange to her, since he didn't look strong enough to use it, but that was to her own mistake.
"Hah!"
Coming back from thoughtlessness, her attacker closed the distance too quickly, and she stumbled back, feel the axe come down on her shoulder just as she was rolling it out of the way. A loud screech of metal on metal was heard, but she was lucky for wearing such thing armor. Now that her mind was focused, she retaliated, and cried out, lunging forward with her blade, to which the man stepped back, only to be assaulted by another quick jab to his shoulder, but only scratching the man.
"You bitch!" it was all he had to say, as he quickly checked on his wound, and then eyed her once more.
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Post by darion on Dec 28, 2009 16:41:11 GMT -6
Seeing as Saturos took on 'Lothar' once again and Marle took the other mobile brigand, Darion was left with the one he had already hamstrung. "Ah well, that's what I get for being considerate,"he mentally sighed.
He started toward the brigand, who merely looked at him and sneered. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, now," the merc said as he approached. The response?
"F*ck you!" And a snarl. Which would have been more intimidating had he not been bleeding and more mobile.
Oh, and did he forget to mention the axe? With a heave, the brigand loosed his axe. Darion quickly sidestepped. "And now you don't even ha-" He ducked, and the axe flew over him, back into the brigand's hands. "Well, I stand corrected."
Not willing to play with his foe any longer, Darion began running toward his enemy. He managed to get within 15ft before the axe was thrown at him again. He dove and rolled to the side, retaining much of his momentum, and continued his charge.
It was a race against time as he heard the axe coming up behind him. Almost there, almost...Now! At the last possible moment, Darion dropped, and the axe flew over him again. This time, though, there wasn't enough time for the brigand to prepare himself to catch it. The axe took him in the chest, heaving the unlucky man from his feet and depositing him on his back in the snow.
Sighing, the mercenary stood up and looked toward the others to see how they were doing in their fights.
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Post by Saturos Prox on Dec 28, 2009 17:13:50 GMT -6
While the others fought, Saturos and the bandit leader kept attacking each other ruthlessly; ducking, dodging, and blocking each other's sword blows. The brigand took a quick step out of the two man melee to prepare for a finishing blow. Thrusting his arms above his head, he cried out and dropped his sword upon Saturos with all of his might. Not having time to dodge, the teal haired swordsman lifted his sword above his head to block, catching the full force of the blow. While he blocked the strike, its strength reverberated through Saturos' body, causing his legs to bend and his arms to shiver under the stress.
"You're tiring out," panted the bandit leader. Saturos just smirked. "Sounds like you are as well," he replied. The scarred man just smirked back. "I guess I'll just have to finish you quickly." The man took a step back. Saturos resumed a fighting stance. "Wasn't that what you just tried to do?" "I'm going to shut that smart-a** mouth of yours!" "Hmph, enough of the bravado. If you're going to do it, then do it!"
The man roared, charging at Saturos. He held his sword across his chest and kept himself low, not leaving any openings. Slashing outwards, he clipped Saturos on the right shoulder as he blew past, catching his armor and causing the myrmidon to jerk right. Saturos caught his balance and moved to defend. Redoubling his efforts, the bandit aimed one final strike at Saturos' neck, his bloodlust inscribed in his face. The blade would have found its mark, but Saturos, with all the speed he could muster, aimed an identical attack at the beast.
Saturos was the quicker. His sword slid through the man's neck at lightning speed, severing his head from his shoulders, shooting blood all over the two. His sword arm collided with the myrmidon's, stopping his blow post mortem and sending his sword flying out of his hand. Saturos paused for a bit, breathing heavily, then sighed and sheathed his sword. "I'm done."
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Post by Marle Daviau on Dec 28, 2009 17:38:54 GMT -6
The others were finishing up easily, but she was having an issue. She had the longer weapon, but getting in close was hard. Constantly she was being pushed back, unable to get her long weapon around the broad face of that axe. Jab after jab was falling to a pointless use. Grunting, looking through her hair, she checked around rather quickly at her surroundings, as she slowly began to circle him, as he did with her.
Again, the bandit attacked once more, his axe at his side, slapping her weapon out of the way as he closed the distance, only, she allowed her weapon to be pushed away, and brought it low at his legs, sweeping it under him. tripping the man, and landing him face first into the snow. He quickly scrambled, but Marle was already there standing over him, lance pointed at his heart, and quickly brought it down, not bothering to savor the moment. Nothing was gained out of this attack...
Quickly, she recalled herself, and looked to both Saturos and Darion, a shy smile worked over her lips, and the blood of her enemies dripping off the point of her lance as it hovered above the ground , marking a bloody trail.
"Not as much trouble...but I need to see a smithy...I'd do it myself...but I lack the tools."
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Post by darion on Dec 31, 2009 17:28:09 GMT -6
The battle was over. Looking at the sun, Darion realized that the fight hadn't taken all that long. He turned to his companions.
"Well, now that that is taken care of, I'm going to collapse." He proceeded to fall down face first, letting out a muffled grunt of pain when his wounds throbbed. He lifted his head enough to get his mouth clear of the snow. "If one of you would be so kind as to get a vulnerary out of the pocket of my coat, I'd like to keep my arm usable, thank you very much."
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