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Post by Clair Feldsky on Aug 9, 2010 19:50:50 GMT -6
OoC: I'm still playing the music lol. And no worries Tut.
[Clair]
Clair breathed in and out, hoping that whatever was on the other side of the doors would stay there. The heavy stones around the cluster of soldiers muted the sounds, making it seem far quieter than they knew it to be.
Boom. There was a furious explosion of wood shards and scaled wings that burst through the doors. The ferocity of the crash was enough to shake the room, the wood shards heavy enough to scatter the forces gathered inside. With a speed unmatched by any foe she'd ever seen, a large, green and brown wyvern burst from the room that it had been contained in. It was the largest, meanest, most bloodthirsty thing she'd ever seen, several curved spines angling up, away from it's head, and it's nostrils flaring with the scent of blood.
It singled out Clair, and started to take a menacing step towards her, when another wyvern, equally large came from behind and snapped at the first, obviously challenging the other for ownership of the morsel before them.
The grounded pegasus knight heard nothing of the screaming children. Her wide eyes were locked on the beasts. By the Saint... There are four of them! Something knocked her out of her stupor though. A mighty roar broke through, even penetrating the walls of Ariston's stronghold. Within it, it held the fury of ten such beasts as those before her. That didn't stop the wyverns from roaring back in challenge though. Something had come into their territory, and they would show the intruder just what that meant.
[Ariston]
A bestial glint entered the High Commander's eyes when his sword strike connected with his target, even if he had taken a bit of a strain to his leg from the scum's kick. "I'll show you just how different we really are." Ariston's voice was filled with a rage making his speech sound almost gravelly. His visage seemed to take on a demonic twist, as he allowed himself to relish the battle before him.
The haughty champion of the prophet was not above using every trick available to him, because it was not a trick for him, but merely another movement in the dance of death he partook in. Using his foot to hook under the center of a nearby spear, he made a kicking motion, launching the shaft at Richter's chest before stepping in with murderous intent. With one hand he held back, to guard any strikes. With the other he struck a horizontal blow, as if to behead his enemy.
It was then that an enormous roar nearly blew him off his feet, the force staggering all of those around. The dragon had recovered his stone. This only galvanized Ariston's will to fight all the harder. Besides, he was already engaged with a deadly opponent. He couldn't afford to let himself be distracted.
Within moments he'd become completely outmatched, but then the High Commander heard a matching roar. Three of his winged war lizards came exploding out from a gate which led into the walls of his fort. Morva, the oldest and strongest of them immediately angled towards him and Ariston smiled wickedly. Perhaps he still had a chance after all. The other two, Corsair and ...Stan would soon follow, for Morva was the head of the prowl, and he was trained to Ariston.
[Clair]
Clair coughed as the dust settled. The wyverns had aparently decided to make a dash for the outside, and in their haste, had collided with one another. This had resulted in the damaged section of the room collapsing. Two of her soldiers had been caught in the collapse, as well as one of the brutish wyverns.
She climbed to her feet unsteadily, using her Killer Lance to help steady herself. She looked up when she heard rocks shifting and saw a toothy head pushing out from under the the rubble. It climbed free of the refuse, before it's eyes locked on one of her soldiers. It's wing looked broken, but that didn't seem to be much of an issue for it just then. This was it. leadership called for calm in a crisis, but action would have to do for now. Clair dashed in and jabbed the creature in it's head.
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Rein
The "Before" years
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Post by Rein on Aug 9, 2010 22:10:38 GMT -6
"Earthquake."
Rein felt the ground shaking and heard a tremendous roar. "What is exactly happened here?" He sighed as he sheathed his sword. Whatever it was he wanted to see it. He looked around, there was nothing here except dead bodies of Ariston's soldiers, it seemed the rebel already get this fort under their control.
Like one wasn't enough, the ground began shaking again. He would never forget what happened next...
Three big creature looked like lizard or dragon bursted from the wall behind him, the swordman quickly unsheathed his sword and swung it. But that Slim Sword couldn't pierce that thick scales, they wyverns didn't notice him and just continued dashing past him though. The problem was their wings, they hit Rein and sent him flying before crashing against the stone wall. CRITICAL HIT!!!
Rein saw the lizard went to...somewhere. He felt his rib broken, the pain almost made him fainted. "It isn't my lucky day." He sighed and tried to stand, walking slowly towards a hole that wyverns came from. Inside, he saw another wyvern, but this one got his head stabbed by a woman. Rein wasn't sure if she was allies or enemies so he just observed the situation. Beside, he couldn't fight properly with his ribs broken, the pain decreased his concentration.
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 10, 2010 1:03:39 GMT -6
Richter deftly sidestepped the deadly bolt, but was quickly assaulted by Ariston's attempt to decapitate the rebel commander. Richter could only take pause at the High Commander's furious onslaught, and that pause would have been the death of him if not for the explosion of wind, and scales that burst from Marcus's cloaked frame. With a powerful roar, the black and green dragon erupted onto the battlefield, almost knocking Richter and Ariston off their feet, halting Ariston's slice and giving Richter time to roll out of the way.
The pink haired Ilian had little time to revel in this good fortune, however, as a massive, deadly looking wyvern burst from an interior gate of the fort. He could only assume this was a mount of some sort, considering it was coming from inside the fort, and judging by its size, it was most like Ariston's. Richter would have taken comfort in the fact in that they had two dragons on his side, but his heart sank a little as he saw two more equally large and ferocious come up from behind the first, growling and snapping as they did. In the heart of the Etrurian fortress and with these three newcomers having arrived, having two dragons didn't seem as significant an advantage as before.
Not letting himself be distracted from his own battle at hand, however, Richter pulled himself to his feet and turned back to Ariston, who had also managed to keep focus during all of this chaos. The Ilian swordsman took a second to square his stance before he lunged at the High Commander, gripping the hilt of his blade with both hands and slicing horizontally at his foe's mid-section.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Aug 11, 2010 0:27:16 GMT -6
[Ariston] (an image for Ariston. Done by Marcus.) Ariston had to bring up both blades to block Richter's ferocious swing. As it was, the brute force of the impact was enough to irreparably damage Ariston's secondary sword. The weaker of the weapons shattered at the blow, breaking into several pieces. This startled the High Commander, but he'd walked the path of battle for many a year. Richter was a formidable opponent. The most challenging in perhaps Ariston's entire carreer. And he was relentless, always doggedly chasing down, matching, and countering Ariston's technique. Attempting to break away from the Ex-High Officer, Ariston maneuvered himself near the wall's edge. He still exchanged blows with the Rebel Commander, but these were designed to continue the engagement, drawing Richter into battle, rather than actually harm the man in any way. In this way he hoped to limit the dragon's ability to attack him. Of course, the success of his plans depended on many things. Primarily, Marcus' and Richter's strategies. Ariston was close to the wall now. He checked to see if his timing was right, before leaping off the wall, and vanishing from sight. Within a few moments however, he reappeared, standing on the back of a great wyvern as it hovered there, like one of the menacing clouds flashing with lightning above. Ariston gave an odd-sounding, shrill whistle, a command for his war beasts to interpret, before shouting out, "Richter, I hope you realize this is the end. I've not needed to call forth my own beasts for a long time." A rain began to fall from the sky, catching an dissipating lighting flashes as a prism would, and cleansing the bloody fortress from it's violent, red colorings. "Farewell, Commander." Thunder punctuated his words. At that moment there was a dual roar from above Richter, as two of the beasts came down, jaws gaping for blood. Ariston was an Aerobat. These were his personally trained creatures. He'd learned how to maintain his standing position by locking his feet into the spines on the creature's back. With a series of a few whistles or commands, he could manage an entire battle. He'd even learned to change wyverns mid-flight. The few times he had used them, they'd had a crippling effect on enemy ground forces. Now he was directing them against one man, his enemy, the traitor, devious scum, Richter, Sword of the Oppressed. [Clair]The thrust to it's head, seemed to have made an effect, but not injured it a great deal. Blood did flood down into it's eye, making vision nearly impossible, she hoped. After shaking it's head, as if to clear it, the creature drove forward, completely clearing itself from the rubble it had been surrounded by. Clair felt the head hit her, though she avoided the jaws. She heard the cracking of her breastplate; even Etruria's fine work could only take so much. Her head snapped back against the stone wall as she felt herself bounce off of it and she felt herself begin to black out. Only a supreme effort allowed her to maintain consciousness. Got to... get up. But her body didn't want to work right just then. " Heyy! Heyyy!!" It was the other spearman in Clair's group. He jabbed the beast in the side, causing it to wheel on him, snarling before grabbing the spear in it's jaws and snapping it into fragments. The soldier quickly scampered out of the creature's range. As Clair lifted her head, she saw what looked to be three fuzzy looking wyverns overlayed over each other, and one of her swordsmen running in and hacking at the broken wing on the creature. THAT got it's attention.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Aug 11, 2010 2:52:14 GMT -6
As Rayl and his cavalry swept through the weakened troops at high tide, things got a little bit more interesting. Part of the wall had crumbled, releasing three large beasts, wyverns ( which he had almost mistaken as dragons). An injured Fieldsky was knocked down, and her troops began to engage the creatures. Sheathing sword and Readying axe, he sent most of his cavalry to exit the area and join the defensive ring outside, so as to permit their ground troops more maneuverability, he made a slight clicking noise with his tongue, and Elibe charged forward, letting out a battle cry of it's own: just like it's Rider, the horse too had garnered a reputation. The Mutt of the horse world, a Chestnut Charger of Bernese and Nabatan breed, to Rayl's idols the horse was a Vessel of Courage and Strength, and to his enemies it was a Horse of the Apocalypse.
Leaping over the tail of one of the large wyverns to take advantage of the distraction provided by a brave swordsman, he swung his weapon arm down, hacking a deep gash in it's spiny appendage. The beast howled and whipped it's tail to assault it's attacker, but at that point Rayl was a safe distance away and picking up Clair from the wall. To his dismay he lacked anything to tend to her injuries with, so made due with ridding off to the main gate, passing her on to a waiting mounted Archer.
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Rein
The "Before" years
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Post by Rein on Aug 11, 2010 5:39:01 GMT -6
"Is it a war of monster?" Rein muttered to himself while looking at the raging wyverns. He observed the situation, the soldiers down here didn't look like Ariston's pawns. But, they weren't his allies as well, he was just a wandering swordman, neutral for both sides. He just hoped they wouldn't mistake him as an enemy.
Then Rein glanced to that woman and a horseman who saved her. They looked different with the other. "Maybe they are the leader." The swordman turned his attention back to the wyverns, he didn't notice someone approaching from behind.
"Hey, you there! Which side are you in?"
Rein felt a cold iron connected to his neck from behind. When he turned, he saw three soldiers stood behind him. They had their sword on their hands and wore the similar armors with the soldiers down here. The Sacaen swordman was sure if they weren't one of Ariston's pawns, but that still wasn't a good reason to not beat them for pointing their swords at him. He grabbed the sword pointing at his neck with his bare hand, causing blood dripping out from his hand, then he punched a soldier at his face. The other two soldiers surprised with his sudden attack and couldn't defend themselves when Rein sheathed his sword and prepared to slice them.
But Rein coughed blood suddenly and then fell on his knees. He felt a great pain inside his chest, maybe because the broken ribs injured his inner organs. The soldiers saw that chance and quickly swung their swords at him, their swords never hit their targets as Rein leapt back, barely dodging their attacks.
Rein panted as he landed, his lungs were full with blood, he couldn't breathe. Suddenly he felt something warm on his back, that was the wyvern's breath. He couldn't see the attack, he didn't know what happened. He only trusted his instinct and dodged to the left before the wyvern's sharp teeth crushed him.
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 11, 2010 19:39:41 GMT -6
Richter's eyes widened. Such an exchange of blows, and Ariston didn't even seem out of breath. Richter had played right into his trap. With the rain pouring down from the heavens and the thunder shaking the very core of the rebel commander's being, Ariston, atop his fearsome winged steed, seemed almost like a god. How could Richter have ever thought he stood a chance? What did he, a mere mercenary from the desolate tundras of Ilia, possess that he believed himself able to stand against such a foe? Was it all hopeless? Had it all been for naught?
"Farewell, Commander," came Ariston's cold voice, audible even amidst the deluge and the thunder. Richter closed his eyes as the two other deadly wyverns shrieked downwards from above. This was it. It was over.
The two winged lizards plummeted from the sky and crashed into the fort, snarling, trashing, and biting as they did. They were supreme hunters feasting upon their prey. Their fangs, however, met no flesh. No bones were broken nor blood spilled. What they soon realized is that their prey was gone.
Howling with realization, the two wyverns snapped at each other accusingly, before spotting the pink haired man a ways from them, panting hard and getting to his feet. His uniform was torn from the flailing scales, claws, and fangs; his hair was undone and tossing about in the wind and rain. The commander roared at the wyverns and the wyverns roared back. He bolted for the beasts, his sword wielding hand above his head and the other outstretched before him. The wyverns met him in kind, charging towards him in their awkward but fast land gallop.
Meeting the much smaller man head on, one of the wyverns snapped at the rebel commander, but he deftly evaded the strike, gripping onto one of the the beast's head spines, and with a strong pull, catapulted himself onto the wyvern's back. The other winged lizard wasted no time in slashing at the pink haired assailant with his fearsome claws. From the back of the first beast, the Ilian parried most of the blows, but not without receiving a large rake of a gash on his chest that managed to rip right through his armor and leave a sizable, but not crippling wound on the swordfighter.
The wyvern then roared and went in for the finishing strike, biting at Richter, but Richter was to quick. He thrust his sword into the beast's gaping maw, and as it howled with pain and fury, Richter grasped the assaulting wyvern's forearm and vaulted himself onto its neck. The wyvern thrashed about, but Richter would not be tossed. Sliding down to the base of the winged lizard's neck, he held on firmly with his legs and began hacking away at his beastly opponent. The wyvern tried to scrape Richter off, but it was no use; the blade had met its mark. With its spine and most of its major blood vessels severed, the titanic lizard crumpled to the ground. Its pack mate howled in fury, nudging its dead comrade before turning its eyes upon Richter.
"Now you have one less beast to call, Ariston! It is you who will die today, not me!" shouted the rebel commander, still staring down the second wyvern. Richter didn't want to admit it, but he was in pretty bad shape. Cut up and exhausted, if he didn't end this quick, it was curtains for him. Richter couldn't allow that to happen. Not when he'd come so far.
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Evayl
The "Before" years
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You're gonna need my help!
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Post by Evayl on Aug 11, 2010 20:01:19 GMT -6
The summoning of the wyverns was the signal he had needed.
One of Ariston's soldiers, a wyvern rider, had been told to stand back and watch the prisoner. They stood on one of the towers, protected from the rain by his wyvern's wings. The prisoner's hands were bound, and her staff was being held so that she could not aid her fellow traitors. "Well, missy, it seems that Ariston is ready for you to help us out." the rider said. "Get on the wyvern. You won't fall off, you're no use to us dead." he snapped. He took out a knife and cut her bindings off. The girl did as she was told, although it was far from easy. The wyvern's scales were not comfortable, and she missed her own horse. "They will not do as you expect them to." she told the rider. "I don't care. Shut up and hold on." the rider spat back. The girl obliged and tightened her grip. The rider got on after her, and the wyvern took flight.
Ariston saw the wyvern leaving its post and smirked. "You have beaten one beast, Commander, but now it is time for you to make a choice!" he shouted, as loud as his voice could be. The wyvern had arrived, and its rider was ready. He swooped down to the wall, in front of Richter. "Come, get your spy." the rider shouted. With that, he pried the girl from her seat and threw her down, onto the cold stone. "Well? Come and get her, then. You don't have much time, Commander, the wyverns are hungry." the rider laughed. The girl tried to stand up, but her bones ached. "Commander Abend, just kill them already! I won't be of much use to you!" the girl shouted.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Aug 11, 2010 20:44:48 GMT -6
Turn horse around, Rayl noticed another Wyvern fly out into the fray, this one with a...no wait...two riders? he began to scan the skies, the small remainder of enemy ground forces keeping their distance: they were more than willing to take their chances against Richter's ground troops. The wyvern landed, the rider dropping off it's secondary rider before Richt-
Wait, was that Evayl?! He paused, trying to piece together what was going on. he heard Ariston shout something about a spy. had she been in part of Richter's poisoning plan? Now wasn't the time for continued thought or introspection. tapping the sides of Elibe with his boots, the large horse charged forward, clearing a path to the wall's stairs without need of the paladin having to swat people out of the way. sheathing axe to his side and taking his signature lance from his back...well not his signature lance, that was currently in the hands of Guinevere...gah, why do I always do that?! he mentally chastised himself for his mental digressions as Elibe rode the simple flight of stairs: nothing too major. With this he started to ride across the wall, either trampling the enemy under hoof or watching as they jumped below.
It didn't take him long though to get around to where he needed to go. He was half tempted to take down This Commander Ariston fellow himself, but Richter wanted his revenge, and you cannot deny a man that: He'd just make sure that The Prophet himself fell to his lance! drawing his slim sword, he tossed it to the ground at Richter's feet to at least assist the mercenary in some way, before he smacked the wyvern's head aside with his lance, giving him enough time to scoop up Evayl and have Elibe jump back down to the ground level, and away from the retaliating jaws of the flying lizard,"Finish him off, Richter!" He shouted back before trotting back for the main gate, giving a signal for the archers outside to train their aim on one of the Wyvern.
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 11, 2010 22:27:38 GMT -6
Rayl. Just in the nick of time. The knight in shining armor that Richter could never be. With Evayl safe and out of the way and the remaining wyverns barraged under Rayl's order for archer fire, the rebel commander could end this.
Richter bent down and grabbed the sword Rayl had dropped, gripping it firmly in his off hand. The mercenary wasn't trained in the art, but at this point anything went. With the rain pouring down around him and the lightning flashing in the distance, Richter saw one thing, and one thing only: Ariston.
"Enough tricks, Ariston! Let's settle this!" shouted the pink haired swordsman, brandishing his two blades as best he could. He charged at the High Commander, dashing towards the edge of the wall. Reaching it, he placed one foot firmly on the battlement, and with a heavy crouch, Richter pushed off of the wall and leaped towards his foe, swords outstretched like wings of a bird.
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Marcus
Manakete
Dragon Reborn
Hell and back is a long way to go, but my journey's only begun.
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Post by Marcus on Aug 11, 2010 23:27:03 GMT -6
Marcus watched in disgust as three wyverns burst out of the fortress. Ugh, he thought, If there's one thing I despise, it's wvyerns. Those lizards with wings must die. With that, Marcus charged towards the leaping Richter. Leaping of the wall, the dragon glide right under Richter, catching him on his back, and giving him a jounce to correct his seating. Marcus then launched upwards towards the storm. After ascending a few hundred feet, the black dragon let out a loud roar punctuated by thunder and lightning.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
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Post by Mavick on Aug 12, 2010 1:23:07 GMT -6
Mavick...Well, Mavick was lingering back. What the hell did you expect him to do? Charge in there all gung-ho, firing spells every which way? Hell no. He wasn't going in there untill he was 100% sure he could get out alive. So the diminutive tactition just sat on the sidelines and watched as all the idiots ran around screaming nonsense about justice and the will of God and whatever else it was idiots screamed while running around killing eachother like overgrown retarded flesh-eating gerbils. Speaking of, what was Lyar doing right now?
Deciding that the battle had died down enough, Mavick got to his feet, and worked to climb over the rubble in his path. Being so short was such a pain in the ass. Finding the closest and safest set of stairs he could, the purple headed shaman climbed up to the wall to watch the battle in relative safety. And what a battle it was! Wyverns, dragons, and a duel between two officers. A rather over theatrical duel at that. Why the freaking hell didn't Rayl just swoop in and lodge an axe into the back of Ariston's head while he was shouting at Richter? "Bloody theatrical idiots..." he muttered, opening his Flux tomb. "Have to do everything myself..." He grumbled, tapping into the Void. The Nothing filled him, coursed through his body, out his fingertips, and into the ground. It moved towards Ariston as an unseeable shadow against the darkness of the stormy night. It then rose about him as four tentacles of darkness that would twist about the targeted area and then compress with rock-shattering pressure before dissapating.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Aug 12, 2010 1:51:40 GMT -6
[Ariston]
Ariston was unhappy that Richter had managed to take down one of his beasts. Even the attempt to trouble Richter with the fate of his pretty, little spy had failed because of that meddling Sir Rayl. Hmm... Unhappy was not the right word. Furious was more appropriate. Ariston's face darkened in anger, mimicking the storm around them.
He watched in anger and then puzzlement from the air away from the wall, as the rebel commander leapt off the wall, only to land on the back of the dragon. He didn't even watch as archers began filling the last of his wyverns on the wall, with arrows. He watched and prepared to match the rebel's ascent through the sky. He was caught completely by surprise when the power of a dark magic user assaulted him. He felt the impact, startlingly powerful, and fell to his knees on Morva's back. Coughing up blood as the power dissipated from around him, he could only glare hatred at the shaman before his ascent after Marcus and Richter.
Carefully securing his position atop his wyvern, Ariston made his way, up, matching the dragon for altitude, even if he couldn't completely match it for speed. After that hit from the shaman, he was finally beginning to tire. Quickly, he pulled alongside the dragon, and tried to strike at Richter with his blade, trying to reach past the dragon's wings. His wyvern for it's part attempted to claw at whatever came into reach of it.
[Clair]
Clair felt strong arms pick her up. She tried to fight them, pathetically, but she was just a little unable at this moment. Once she was taken to the archer, she was taken to a section of healers, who quickly determined that, although she might as well have been knocked unconscious, she had suffered only bruising from the blow the wyvern had given her, though the armor itself would take some work before it would function again. Within a few moments of getting there, she began to come to, and was given minimal treatment, and sent back out. This still was a battle after all, even if it was in the closing chapters.
She found Corona nearby, waiting for her, and mounted up amid the protests of her sore muscles and bones. The headache should dissipate within a few minutes of treatment, they'd told her. She hoped they were right.
As she and Corona rode through the night sky's torrent of rain, she saw Marcus and a Wyvern rider high in the sky, dueling fiercely. She longed to join them. The air was her domain, but she could see from the way they were moving that this opponent was beyond her skill. Instead, she headed for the fort, where only a few enemies still were. Were they even fighting still, or was their High Commander the last?
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 12, 2010 8:59:58 GMT -6
Ariston swooped in, swiping his blade at the rebel commander. With milliseconds to spare, Richter brought up his blades in front of his face, blocking the blow, but the force of dragon rider colliding with wyvern rider reverberated through his arms. On top of his fatigue, it was a bit much. Slumping forward on top of Marcus's back, the rebel commaner breathed heavily. He was exhausted, but his fury was not quenched.
"Marcus!" the pink haired soldier tried to shout over the din of the rain and wind rushing past his ears. "I can't keep this up for much longer! Try and bring me as close as you can to Ariston! I'm going to rip him off of that wyvern if it's the last thing I do!"
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Marcus
Manakete
Dragon Reborn
Hell and back is a long way to go, but my journey's only begun.
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Post by Marcus on Aug 12, 2010 14:18:42 GMT -6
Marcus barely heard Ricther over the roar of the storm. Maneuvering close to the wyvern, Marcus rammed the lizard. The wyvern howled in response. Marcus flapped his wings to gain more momentum and rammed the dirty lizard again. The force of the impact, however, launched Richter off his back. He watched in surprise as Richter collided with Ariston, and the two entered freefall. Marcus would have dived after Richter, but the now riderless wyvern bit Marcus. He roared in response and clawed at his foe's eyes. The wyvern flew over him and grabbed his back, clawing at his wings. Marcus' tail whipped up and grabbed the wyvern. The dragon chucked his foe in front of him, then lunged for his neck. Biting down hard, Marcus heard a satisfying crack. He released his grip abd the wyvern plumeted to the ground. Now he only had to find Richter.
OOC: Did I get you close or what?
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