Wyatt
Hero
The Volcano
How can someone win if winning means that someone loses?
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Post by Wyatt on Nov 23, 2012 11:03:54 GMT -6
OOC: This is the topic we will be using for the continuation of 'Clair vs Valcrist' after Jya's entrance. The last post in that topic was Richter's, all others should be made here.
Keep in mind if your character was disabled in a previous Second Round match, you are not going to be recovered in time to get involved in the immediate fighting. Valcrist, being in the ring, is the one exception.
IC:
Wyatt heard Richter's question, and was about to respond to him when all of a sudden things got crazy. He saw, as did everyone else, when a new figure jumped into the ring. Their voices rose, but the person moved fast, and had cleared the distance to Clair in a heartbeat. Wyatt saw the glint of a sword from beneath the cloak, and grabbed on to the cage, his words caught in his throat.
And then a spray of red hit the dirt floor of the arena, as Clair went down with one swift and clean strike. And then Richter was gone, charging the arena and drawing that blade they'd found it Etruria. What had he called it then...a Rune Sword?
Wyatt wanted to follow him, but will his armor and shield, no way was he going to be able to climb the fence. Mana could if she desired, but Wyatt needed to get to the entrance gates...
Which were a good distance away, surrounded by people. And by guards trying to keep them out, to control the chaos. But a few of Bern's finest weren't going to stop this many outraged gladiators. Some wanted the assassin dead for the cowardly act, but Wyatt had his feeling that some of them were there to ensure the job got done.
And then there had to be others that just loved a chaotic fight.
Wyatt never got the chance to truly consider his options, as in the next moment, heat and fire overtook his vision, as he shielded his face with his arms. When he peaked up, he saw a large hole in the fence. Apparently some magic user had decided to use the direct approach, and blown the wall apart. Now the gladiators flooded into the arena, like water spilling from a cracked bottle. There was no formation, no unity, just a mob of violent and potentially dangerous warriors in the middle of a powder keg of a city.
And Clair was the spark.
Even someone as uneducated as Wyatt could see that this was going to get out of control fast. He needed to find Mana, make sure Richter, Clair and Valcrist were all right, and get out of here. He may like a good fight, but this was going to become a miniature war in enough time.
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The stands were not exempt from this. When Jya had taken to the field, the whispers had started. But when she struck down Clair with such precision, the panic began in earnest. All it took was a lone voice shouting to his neighbors to start a wildfire.
[blue]"I..It's the wraith! The Emerald Wraith! He's here!"[/blue]
And the words spread through the arena in less then a minute, causing a massive panic as spectators rose and attempted to run for the exits. Most of them crashed into the soldiers attempting to get in from the ground exits, slowing their arrival significantly.
In and out of the fighting ring, there was total madness.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2012 12:20:22 GMT -6
Lyrt blinked once, and then again just to make sure that what her eyes had seen was correct. She sat stunned for a moment, Jya had just tried to kill someone, and no matter how hard she tried to bend it to become more...acceptable it stayed the same. Jya had tried to kill someone, Jya her friend, Jya who had saved her life more than once.
It was morally incorrect, murder sat on the top of her list of do not dos in large red print. Though...she could not have understood all of the situation unless she asked Jya herself about it, and that was precisely what she planned to do. After...after she stopped someone from killing her or capturing her first.
A soft smile of frustration rose up on her lips as she stood, her knuckles whitening as her grip tightened around her bow. Jya would have to apologize to the woman later as well, much later. "How... disappointing..."
She held her elbow out in front of her and rammed her way through the crowd of people scrambling frantically about. Isabel was lost in the crowd, though she was sure that the other girl would be heading down towards Jya as well. Who wouldn't at this point? It had all fallen into chaos so quickly, and was all her fault, all her fault.
Oddly enough she had no thoughts for the victim, only thoughts of her companion's welfare. Even if she was properly peeved towards her she still owed her the life that she had saved, and never would she forget her debts. Even if it would drag her to the depths to fulfill them a debt was a debt, and a debt had to be paid.
Her pressed both of her hands to the top of the diving bounder and leapt over with an ease. It was time to make an escape before it got too chaotic to handle, and she had the perfect method.
"Jya!" She called out as she ran towards her, "time to go I think? Yes? YES!?!?" Crimson eyes focused steadily on her as she drew an arrow and clamped down on it with her teeth to keep it on hand in case of an unexpected emergency. With every moment the chaos seemed to swell in size, if they left quickly it could work to their advantage and slow down pursuers. Only if they left quickly before being consumed further into it, "Jya! Hurry!" her voice had a rare tone of agitation as she held out her hand to her.
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Post by Jya on Nov 23, 2012 12:30:01 GMT -6
OOC: Mmhmm, up to you Richter if you want to battle it out. I left room to improvise.
Jya had missed, the attempt was a failure and now that the chance has been missed, she had to escape with her life intact. Even though she knew this, the chances were slim. She did my even have time to properly retract her sword, instead she had to jump out of the way when she saw another blade flash. It was far away of course but thank goodness that she did what she did. The sword was not something she saw before, instead of harmlessly swinging at empty air, it seemed to make the very atmosphere against her. Even though she narrowly dodged the front of the attack, it did not prevent her from be flung to a side. It caused her to careen into the air, although not too high up but enough to surprise her. In some ways it saved her, as she saw her other target approach. Her eyes took note of what details she could in so short of a time. She landed quite ineloquently, sprawled on the ground.
There was no time to waste as she jumped back onto her feet. Jya still clutched her sword, her knuckles as white as her skin used to be. The attack had knocked her hood off. She was however surprised when so much screaming erupted from the stands and then a sudden fire ball caused more people to spill into the arena. This was actually quite perfect, as she had wasted no time to run towards the crowd of fighters. The unorganized mess helped quite a bit, as she took a man by surprise as she slammed into a man. There she dropped off her cloak and yelled something about an Emerald Wraith.
This worked as a few fighters descended on the man she had dropped her cloak upon. It however also made her a target as another tried to chop her head off. With so many in this crowd, it was difficult to dodge but she managed to not get cut in half, suffering only a minor gash to her left arm. Within moments she once again made a run for it, until she saw what she thought to be her main target, this Richter fellow. She hesitated a moment however, swearing she heard Lyrt call out something. No there was no way that girl would involve herself in such a mess. Ignoring the voice she rushed ahead, now her blade aimed at a new target from behind. All she could think about was how this might be her last shot, there are more dangerous things than rushing headlong into battle.
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Post by Valcrist on Nov 23, 2012 12:50:16 GMT -6
His attack didn't strike quite as he wanted, he wasn't swift enough and he wasn't able to stop the assassin before they struck Clair, not lethally but dangerously. Without treatment quickly it could be fatal, especially if she continued to fight. That wasn't the focus of his eyes, however, his brow furrowed as he watched the wraith being knocked about by his wind, but only just barely. That wasn't what drawed his eyes, however, it was the figure hiding inside the bundle of cloaks blown about by his windy blade. He... recognized it, but he couldn't quite pin where. When the hood came off it only became more apparent, and by the time she dropped the cloak, it was obvious.
"Jya?" He asked, but was almost immediately drowned out by the roar of the crowd. An explosion destroyed the weak dam that kept them from rushing the field, flooding the original two fighters in a sea of gladiators and "concerned citizens". It was impossible to tell person from person, who was fighting for who. Some seemed to be after Jya, others Clair, and some where content to just attack each other. Richter himself burst onto the field, holding aloft some kind of strange ebony blade that his eyes couldn't discern in all this chaos. There was only one thing only he knew, that assassin was Jya. It was unmistakable, the build, the hair, he even remembered when he had met her she said something to that effect. Why though? Why did she-
He moved swiftly out of the path of some crazed man's swing, not even sure WHY someone would attack him of all people. Valcrist didn't have the time to give it his attention, after dodging the attack quite gracefully all things considered, he moved quickly. Weaving in and out of the crowd, through the amalgamation of countless gladiators. His eyes focused on one target, a running rogue. He didn't want to think he abandoned Clair, he knew she would be fine. Richter would make sure of it, no, now he was far more interested in what unearthly force would possess Jya to do such a... stupid stunt.
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Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Nov 23, 2012 13:40:46 GMT -6
In the current chaos and confusion, it was rather difficult to tell who was where, and it was getting ever-harder to move through the crowd trying to leave the arena. Solomon was lost in the crowd, but there was nothing to worry about there... That cat had been in worse situations and gotten out without a single scorched hair or bruise, so, unless the stampede of people was somehow that much different from the mass confusion of an entire bandit camp, the black cat should be fine. No, the cat wasn't the issue; it was the assassin, the archer, and the all-too familiar swordsman with that magical blade of his. The sea of people fleeing, the ocean of gladiators and assassins and soldiers duking it out in the arena... And now, add one person trying to sail through the sea of confusion, trying to get to an even bigger mess.
Calvin would probably be able to summarize Isabel's current idiocy as friendship, prompting a smile from the shaman... And then she was at the edge, with only a few stragglers still left in the stands and the sadistic few who were still placing bets on which of the fighters below would make it out alive today. Isabel looked down the wall that was the barrier between herself and Jya and Lyrt and that swordsman, closed her eyes, and then tried to skid down the side in a way that wouldn't result in a broken ankle upon entry. If she made it out of this alive, she would (A) kill Jya, (B) need some new tomes, and (C) get in better shape. When her feet touched down on the sandy floor, Isabel opened her eyes, and found herself at the edge of the writhing mass of swords, axes, lances, flying arrows, and quite a few spells being flung around. Nobody was paying the newest addition much mind at the moment, which was just fine by her.
Unfortunately, now that she had lost her vantage point, Isabel now had no idea where anyone was or how they were doing. Her satchel was opened, her worn Flux tome taken out and held tight to her body, and then the shaman took off, ducking under the swing of a large axe. "Jya!" Isabel called out, her voice unfortunately very much lost in the confusion. Two rapidly-formed balls of Flux were launched in rapid succession, hitting a thin man square in the chest and sending him down to the ground, providing an easily-jumped-over barrier for Isabel and a lovely bit of scenery for the combatants to ignore and trample. A glint of emerald caught her eye, but it was not Jya; it was the sword of that familiar man. No time now to question who he was, though...
It had been said before, was probably being said again by countless people, and would be said again very soon, but Isabel could not get over just how bad all this was. A fireball was rocketed at her general direction, and that was as good a cue as any to keep moving.
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Calvin Toros
Pupil
Friendship gives value to survival
Posts: 154
Profession: Bard
Affinity: Light
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Post by Calvin Toros on Nov 23, 2012 17:49:57 GMT -6
Calvin was content from the stands, observing the turnout of each independent match. To be honest, this match between the spear Lady and his friend Valcrist was his favourite. Calvin could identify his friends with ease, and identifying Val, especially when the mask slipped off was no difficulty at all. He liked the match for the simplicity, it seemed so calm and tactical, much unlike the intense but barbaric battles that had unfolded today. It was like, watching the core of a battle, stripped of fancy tricks and stunts. It was naked and true, what a battle really was, one of minds! It had an unsatisfying conclusion though, how could Vally not win?! Vally was Calvin's friend! His eyes darted to the arenas walls as he saw a figure drop. He moved to the edge of his seat staring out at the arena walls. Did he really just see someone jump the edge? No... He shaked off the strange feeling until he saw a woman darting out from the shadows and swinging at one of the fighters. He was the first off his seat, probably in the entire audience as a feeling of disdain shot through his body. He didn't know who that figure was but, seeing her just seemed to ignite this strange feeling, an almost chemical reaction of curiosity, glee and worry.
A fight boke lose on the field, other audience members had already begun reacting, with whispers of shock and worry, quickly standing in an unorganised fashion and peering into the stage below. Just what was happening all of a sudden?! Calvin's feelings were seperate to that of the audience, he maintained an almost empty expression as chaos began to break loose. Fighters climbed the restricting walls, and those that couldn't violently burst their way through! Some audience had hopped down to join the fray and needles to say Calvin's gaze shot to the organised earthward spiral of Pegasus from above. An odd crooked smile emerged as he watched hte majestic creatures descend, before regaining his oblivious look as his starewas traced back to the fight below. Calvin finally moved from his standing position as he darted from side to side, rumors and whispers wide spreading like a fire across his fellow observers. The Emerald Wraith? His gaze locked onto the woman from earlier, ignoring the mass of people, unshrouded by the fog of violence. It was the same feeling he got from looking seeing Val. Did he know her?
The audience paniced and stampeded towards safety, pulling, pushing and turning Calvin in an uncontrolable force. Calvin shifted through the audience to the edge of the viewing platforms and he peered downwards, simultaenously trying to prevent himself from being knocked over the edge.
"J...Jya?"
Calvin finally reained senses as he realized the real panic of what was happening! Without furhter delay he joined the audience in their chaotic distress. What should he do?! He can't fight, he's always had friends to protect him and help him! He should run away and get to safety! No that was ridiculous there was no way he could leave all these people, it was too dangerous! He had to help control people and get everyone to safety! Then again, how would he do that... Thoughts flooded his mind. What would Isabel do... Isabel would tell him to hide somewhere safe and let her fight...
He was immediately snapped from his thoughts by a silence, blurring out the sounds of the audience and hearing only a soft pad. He looked downwards.
"S-SOLLY?!?"
How many friends was he to run into here? If Solly was here then...!
"Isabel!"
He anxiously scanned the floor below, now knowing her presence his eyes locked on to her like a machine! She was down there! Fighting! He had to help somehow... He had to help all his friends! Isabel, Vally, Jya, everyone! They were all down there!
"I-I have to...!"
Immediately Calvin ran in flow with the crod and squirmed his way as fast as he could through the stampede.
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Marcus
Manakete
Dragon Reborn
Hell and back is a long way to go, but my journey's only begun.
Posts: 176
Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Dark
Dragon Element: Lightning
Profile: Marcus
OoC Alias: Marc
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Post by Marcus on Nov 23, 2012 18:42:04 GMT -6
For most of the tournament, Marcus had been content to watch the matches from a dark, quiet nook among the audience. He had watched the matches play out with great intent, but had maintained a cold neutrality. He neither cheered nor jeered any of the competitors and was resigned to simply watch the matches, analyzing each competitor and weighing the odds for each match. Even when Richter and Clair had their fights, he made no distinction of them. He had managed to continue said neutrality throughout Clair's battle with the eerily familiar swordsman. That is, until a cloaked figure leapt into the arena, striking at Clair. As blood sprayed onto the sand, Marcus jumped to his feet, throwing back the hood that had been covering his face. As chaos erupted around him, Marcus struggled with how to respond to the situation. His friend was hurt, and potentially dying, and fights were breaking out all around him. However, he couldn't just transform and fly down into the arena, not after all the work he had done to hide his identity.
Before Marcus could do anything else, somebody smashed a bottle against Marcus' head. The force wasn't enough to knock Marcus down, but the attack hurt like hell. Furious, he wheeled around to face his assailant. The man was easily twice his size and as drunk as could be. In all the excitement, it seems, the man had decided to join in on the chaos and start a fight with the nearest living being, which just so happened to be Marcus. Normally, Marcus would have ignored the man and moved on with his life, but at this particular moment his head pounding and all the dragon could think about was how much he wanted to hit the man. The man clearly didn't like the look in Marcus' eyes and spat in his face. The spittle hitting his face was the last straw for Marcus. Rage exploded outward from the dragon, spilling energy into his dragonstone.
As he lashed out at the man, he realized that his hand had turned black and his fingernails had sharpened into claws. It was too late though, as Marcus could only watch his hand collide with the man's face. A small chunk of skin went flying as the man reeled back from the sudden assault. As he regained his balance, his eyes flew open when he got a better look at his attacker. Marcus had become something of a monstrosity. The cloak on his back had been torn away by the wings that had suddenly burst from the back his shirt, and small horns were sprouting from his forehead. Both of his arms were black and sprouting scales and his eyes had turned a solid shade of green.
"Demon!" the man shouted, garbled because of his gaping face wound."He's a demon!"
Shocked and embarrassed, Marcus let his energy return to the dragonstone, then turned and ran, the man's screams still echoing behind him.
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Perrin
Monk
Err...I can't remember anything! *has a revelation* Oh, that's who I am..
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Post by Perrin on Nov 23, 2012 22:12:35 GMT -6
Perrin sat among the crowd, observing his book as usual, when the crowd's yells became an anger-filled roar. He looked up from his book to see one of the contestants, the lancer, on ground, and a hooded green figure narrowly dodging a magic wind blast from the other fighter. What's this, an assassin in an arena? Who is that lancer to be attacked by an assassin in an arena? Perrin thought, a million more questions coming forth. Before he could come to any guesses, the crowd made a shift toward the arena gates, and in no time at all there were warriors of all types flooding out of the gate to apprehend the heinous assassin, or to more or less, fight.
Perrin made his way down the steps of the arena, toward the front, and by the time he reached the bottom, the stands were housing a small amount of fights. The middle of the arena was a tumult of weapons and magic, plumes of fire rising occasionally. He walked along the edge, trying to keep his composure all the way. So many are going to die down there, Perrin thought with a combination of indignation and sadness. He caught glances of people taking sword thrusts to the gut, and axes to the head. Thankfully those that he saw had armor on, and Perrin was able to keep his lunch down. As he fast-walked closer to the steps that led to the arena entrance, more and more people fell. Perrin kept his head aimed away from the fighting, and moved away from the edge of the arena.
When Perrin almost reached the steps he froze in his path, noticing many small figures sitting atop the arena. He looked closer, realizing they were too large to be people. Pegasus? Wyverns? They couldn't be horses. Interesting ... He continued on his path, but when Perrin stepped onto the first step he felt a strange calling to watch the fight continue, and maybe help. Torn between his safety and the possibility of learning something, Perrin walked over and sat down on the nearest seat. He calmed himself and tried to look at the fighting, searching for something that would spark his interest.
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Nov 23, 2012 23:37:41 GMT -6
People rushed from the arena as if it were on fire. They did well to escape, now overzealous fighters and spectators taking the field in the mass confusion of soldiers and assassins.
A large brute of a man was shoved onto him, drunk as ever. Instictively, Synkkis pushed back - doing little more than turning the man about and infuriating him. He then assaulted a hooded figure, who retaliated like nothing he's ever seen. A wyvern-like appearance emerged from the man's body, slashing the man across the face and dissapeared as fast as it came. "I-Impossible." Synkkis, usually being calm and collected was shocked. The drunkard amazingly enough was able to respond with words Synkkis could not find. "Demon! He's a demon!"
The dark pupil's curiosity gained the better of him and he followed behind the 'demon' half hoping to see anything else from the mysterious creature. The once towering man on his knees with his hands full of blood. Even though some part of him took pity on him for his drunken state that got him into trouble, he still busted a bottle on someone's head. Too many trained swordsmen these days.
There was something that the Ilian in pursuit forgot... Drunks aren't typically alone.
"Oi! You there! Stop!" He heard it from behind before a small chair went whizzing past his head. "There's another bloody deeeeemooonnnn!" The lad charged him, nearly tripping over himself in his drunken fury. He was probably about 17-18 years of age. His mistake.
Quickly the tome his father passed down to him was out of his satchel and Synkkis was already chanting the ancient phrases. Sparks buzzed from the tattoo on his hand as he could feel his whole body electrify and hum with the dark energy. A well of flux magic boiled above him and was cast toward the youngster.
The kid's two friends sober enough to have been frozen with fear by the demon were now mortified as the cursed 'black magic' was colliding with someone they were just enjoying the sport of the arena with minutes ago. He was hit square on, but Synkkis diverted enough energy as to not kill the lad. Instead, it reeled him back and certainly knocked enough wind out of him for him not to want to come back.
"Sit zis one out." Synkkis said plainly and soft enough that they probably didn't hear it. He dashed again in the same direction of the demon, although he was long gone now. 'Flanks. Check the flanks, dammit. I wasn't on guard enough and I allowed myself to zone in. I'm better than this.'
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Nov 24, 2012 12:10:59 GMT -6
The arena exploded into chaos as Clair watched the assassin sent flying away from her. It was a girl. Black hair. Green clothes. The Falcoknight pushed herself up onto one knee with a pained gasp, but managed to see what she was looking for. She got a good look at the feaures of the assassin before the tumult began to sweep over them. Her eyes dropped to the ground as she tried to catch her breath, but the only thing she could see was red on the sands. More and more red....
She felt... weakness. The horrifying notion of wishing to do something and not being able to manage it. She struggled to stand, but every time she did, the pain would knock her back to the ground. Richter was on his way. He'd been among the first of the cacophony of voices she'd heard earlier, and nothing would stand in his way. She trusted him. And that was the only thing which provided any comfort to her right then. She looked up at a pair of feet she saw standing in front of her, before slowly letting her eyes rise to meet the face of who it was in front of her. Not someone she recognized.
[black]"Rising Lance, was it? You don't look to be rising from this one." He raised a sword held in his hand, getting ready to step in for the finishing blow. [navy]"Goodbye, Rising Lance."[/black]
"Not... if I can help it." Clair put what defiance she could into her words, but pain was about all she could manage at this point. The mystery man only scoffed at her.
As he stepped in, Clair whipped the sword in her hand up intercepting with the strike. It was knocked aside easily, as she fell back again onto her side. The hole piercing her screamed at her to stop hurting it as she lost her grip on her weapon. Her enemy paused for a moment, speaking up once again.
[black]"You know, some of you Ilians really are impressive. Resist to the end. It makees no difference to me."[/black]
If the blond haired falcoknight hadn't been nearly blacking out in pain on the ground after stressing her injured side, she likely would have appeared smug. She knew something her new antagonist didn't. The field was being rushed by all sorts of people, and at least some of them were coming specifically to get her out of trouble. As she lay, eyes facing up into the sky, she could already see her young knights circling down to her.... She wished she'd spent more time with them. So many squires needed a strong example of what it was to be a knight for Ilia....
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Delia was getting into range to be able to do something now. She pulled out a throwing javelin, searching for where Clair had gone down, but the area was pretty much swamped with people. [yellow]Damnable pit fighters don't know the difference between fight time and when it's time to keep off the grass....[/yellow]
She knew the general area where she needed to be. That was something, at least. She eased Sarna back to a slow glide, keeping an eye out for who she was looking for, and any major threats. Above, she could see that the squires were mostly getting going. Some of their steeds were still bucking and kicking. She saw one other too. A riderless one, much larger than the others taking wing, and dropping into a dive as if to follow her. [yellow]That'd be Corona, then.[/yellow]
Clair had warned her to be careful around the winged stallion. He seemed to have a profound enjoyment of battle, and of crushing things. Now, either he could tell his rider needed him, or all of their flurries of action had gotten him motivated for something.
She went back to searching. Shouting would be a pointless exercise here, but she did have elevation to see better. That would be her advantage.
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Post by Kenshin on Nov 24, 2012 15:43:06 GMT -6
OoC: The navy+blue background=hard to read.
BiC: Kenshin could see a green hooded figure fidgeting moments before leaping down the wall. She darted toward the fighters and attacked the woman, within moments everybody was trying to rush the battlefield for whatever reason. Kenshin stood and placed a hand on his hilt as he started to descend towards the ring. "Today is your lucky day boy, you'll get to see the Demon's blade in battle."
Kenshin was one of many who tried to make their way to the ring from the stands and one of the very few who shoved past the guards, his landing wasn't as graceful as the assassin in green but the only thing that mattered was he made it. Even with the one they called Ardus at her side it had became chaotic, he shall lend his blade to aide the pair. Looking towards the middle of the sandy pit he saw a man charging towards him with a sword in hand, Kenshin shoved off with his right foot in a sprint towards him.
Planting his left foot in the sand and drawing his blade with a spin he parried the man's sword then followed through with a sheath to his jaw. The man fell to the ground as Kenshin continued his march towards the blood bath. Before he could make it to her Ardus' attack caused her hood to fly off revealing black hair, combined with hearing a few people all out what seemed to be her name, Jya.
Memories had flooded his mind, the last day he had seen Aerious and met that dragon girl, the very same day Yaen was resurrected in the center of Bulgar. Before he had tried to slay the dragon girl in the streets and Yaen refused to get out of his way there was a girl, she wore green and her name was Jya. Kenshin was dead set that she was just a peasant from Lyica or somewhere that they treated children in such a manner. She was sick then, but that could have came from her poor care taking by that man. He couldn't let the girl die here, he had to be sure it was the same one.
Kenshin had drove his blade into another man who attempted to attack him, he would leave corpse in his wake to get to the girl if he needed. Pulling his sword from the man in cloth's mid section he pushed forward. He had finally made it to where Ardus stood "If you wish to cause any harm to the girl you have to make it past me."
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Calvin Toros
Pupil
Friendship gives value to survival
Posts: 154
Profession: Bard
Affinity: Light
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Post by Calvin Toros on Nov 24, 2012 18:06:55 GMT -6
Calvin anxiously made his way through the crowd. Though at first his much weaker and younger body was easily tossed about he quickly understood the flow and manoeuvred about the seemingly unpredictable crowd by crawling about, sliding around and at one point jumping off of other people!
“ Excuse me! I gotta’ save my friends!”
As he radically made his way towards the arena his mind was flooding with conflicting thoughts, what could he actually do to help his friends? He couldn’t fight… He couldn’t really do anything! But he was not going to let his friends get hurt, even at the risk of himself! They always protected him so now he was going to repay them! He could hear the level of screaming no matter where he was in the confusing building, but the sounds of war became more apparent as he approached the arena. Steel against steel and mixtures of the magical elements, The fighting once again came into view as Calvin stepped dangerously into the Arena death trap. His jaw dropped, he had totally underestimated the level of violence!
“Why are you all fighting! Stop that! It’s not nice!”
Nobody paid attention to the child. Calvin had to rock about just to avoid getting injured in the crossfire of other fights. Someone will get hurt! Someone’s probably already hurt! I have to do something to save everyone!
“Everyone come on! Stop all this, let’s just get along and be fr--!”
Calvin yelped and ducked, his sentence cut off by an incoming arrow. He wasn’t nervous but definitely a little scared as he rolled continuously away to ensure his escape of the archer. It was clear this situation caused for drastic measures. Finding his friends would have to wait, if he could stop all this fighting then maybe he could save more people in the process! As he hopped into a stance he withdrew a long wooden instrument, the sun shinign along the smooth curved outline of the weapon. A gentle strumming, totally unsuitable for the occasion and completely drowned out by the fighting began to play. Calvin skipped around the fighting area.
“Come on everyone, let’s be friends. Let’s stop all this fighting and get along! Friendship is really great! So let’s all get along together, and have a really good time, and be friends togetheeeer!”
Calvin skipped innocently about rubbing up against people, causing them to stop fighting for at least a moment in confusion. Although other people, and even those interrupted would inevitably take a swing at the child forcing him to take a substantial leap back and move his tunes elsewhere. Calvin never stopped playing as he looked around, but his eyes did manage to lock onto his dear friend Isabel. He yelled over to her in song.
“ISABEL! HEY FRIEND! OVER HERE FRIIIIEEEEND~! I’M SO GLAD YOUR SAFE, NOW COME GET ALONG WITH ME, COME AND SING AND LET’S BE FRIENDS TOGETHEEEER~!”
Unbeknownst to Calvin he was starting to draw the attention of a couple of fighters, their blood thirsty gaze shifting towards the blonde target. Immediately he skipped over to his friend, narrowly avoiding the swing of an axe, but this time the fighter hadn't given up on his target and followed Calvin towards Isabel.
"Isabel, I'm so glad you're safe! I missed you! What have you been doing? I was, oh wait we should catch up later, for now lets focus on making everyone feel better!"
The axeman took a charge from behind towards Calvin.
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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 25, 2012 0:01:31 GMT -6
Richter slowed as a red-haired man stepped between him and the assassin girl.
"The Crimson Demon..." he muttered, immediately recognizing the man. The utterance was not loud enough to be heard over the roaring crowd around them, but it was loud enough for Richter's own thoughts to be heard. He knew of Kenshin. He knew of his deeds. Eight years ago the Ilian commander had been there as the heroes of the Bandit War battled with Hargus, the Bandit King, and eight years ago he had been helpless to do anything but watch from afar. He had been weak, irresolute, and lacking in direction.
But Richter was no longer the man he once was.
"I care little for titles," growled Richter, brandishing his runesword in the direction of the Sacaen man. "By aiding an assassin targeting my second in command, you're not only an enemy of Ilia, but my personal enemy as well." He kept a cool composure, but his sword told otherwise. The runes on Richter's giant blade shone bright as the Ilian's temper flared. He had little time for this nonsense, and he would not be stopped by Kenshin nor anybody else. The assassin would get away, and then he'd never figure out who orchestrated this.
It wasn't that he felt no fear at the prospect of fighting the Crimson Demon. No, that was far from the truth. The man that currently stood before him was no doubt the greatest foe he would face to date as far as man to man combat was concerned. However, the truth was there was no room in Richter's heart right now for fear to stay long. All the space in the Ilian's heart was filled with rage and determination; rage that his beloved had been attacked, and the determination to let her be for the sake of the mission at hand.
"If you do not move, I will be forced to make you do so."
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Wyatt
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Post by Wyatt on Nov 25, 2012 0:21:17 GMT -6
Wyatt was not the fastest of those who poured out onto the field. Not even close in fact. The field was saturated with violence by the time he got there, and he was sure Richter would have gone straight for Clair.
Imagine his surprise when he finally saw Clair, alone and unguarded, with someone closing in for the kill. Where the hell had Richter run off to?! Damn it all to hell, this was bad. Wyatt considered for half a moment, what weapon...
He wasn't perfect with the sword yet, so that was out of the question. His maul wasn't the best weapon in combat like this, not enough room to bring it to bare, and he needed his shield so he wouldn't die. So, the new Steel Axe?
No, there was no time for kid gloves now. This needed to end, quickly and brutally, and he would make sure it happened in a suitable manner. In fire. Wyatt grabbed the stone axe from his back, and held it in his right hand as he charged into the melee. He lowered his head and ran like a bull, pushing aside many smaller and faster warriors as he charged straight towards the one that had started this all.
[red]"Raaaaagh!"[/red] He roared, giving no more warning to the swordsman as he came out of his left side. And the swordsman was right handed. He raised his blade, attempting to block the massive axe that swept down towards him, but the blade was too late, and clattered uselessly from his hand. The axe crashed into the man's left collarbone, cutting cleanly and smoothly to his right hip. The slice glowed brilliantly red from the heat for a moment, before the body crumpled in two remarkably dry halves. The heat from the axe had at least kept him from bathing them both in blood.
Using his shield arm, Wyatt reached down to grab Clair's arm and rather roughly haul her to her feet. He felt a little bad, knowing it must have hurt terribly, but she could complain about being hurt when she wasn't dead. He tried to use his axe hand to flag down a pegasus, while keeping his eyes on the melee around them. This was a madhouse, there was no way he could do six things at once! He could really use someone watching his back right now!
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Post by Valcrist on Nov 25, 2012 0:56:49 GMT -6
He felt his mind being tugged in all directions. His attention being split between almost every source of chaos erupting before him. Richter was fighting, some bard was screaming, that guy just tried to punch him in the face, he could of swore he saw ANOTHER familiar face, he's lost sight of the assassin. It was as if every single event on the field was vying for the limited lime light being shed upon this situation. It was almost enough to rip what fragile sanity the poor swordsman had left to shreds, it was chaotic and violently impossible to keep a clear track on the events as they unfurled. He didn't know where to go, who to fight, what to do, he was lost in the sea of men and violence. It was fortunate that it seemed no one had "murdering the masked dunce" on their agenda, or he might have been sucker-slain in the confusion of it all.
Then he looked around once more. Richter was no where near Clair.
What the hell Richter?
He would of never pinned him as one who cared more about revenge then helping his subordinates, but then again Valcrist didn't know much about Richter. They did only know each other for about five minutes, before he got all kidnapped or something. Whatever, not the time for that, he needed to go back. He didn't even pay attention to what Richter was doing or who he was fighting, he didn't really have time to notice something like that, instead he turned on his heel and bolted right back to where he was. What an idiot he was, leaving an injured person thinking they'll be fine.
Dammit Valcrist, you idiot! If she dies, this all your fault!
He held his blade in hand, moving like he never had before, almost so fast you couldn't even see it. She wasn't alone, but this was even worse! Someone was about to move in and-
To the rescue wasn't the stressed out swordsman, but the axe man from nowhere. Really he shouldn't have been surprised that he was here, but he would be lying if she said he wasn't. That wasn't the time for that now, nor was it the time to be impressed. Wyatt was waving in the air, probably trying to get help, carrying Clair on his shoulder. Wyatt took care of that man relatively easily, but he wouldn't be alone. Undoubtedly others will come, if even one other person tried to assist Jya in her attempt then this wasn't a simple singled out event, this was a conspiracy.
He held his sword aloft, dashing at top speeds. The man didn't even have the time to notice the swordsman flanking him, and by the time he realized what had happened a violent gust of razor winds ripped him to shreds as the lost swordsman drove that enchanted blade through him. Yanking the blade out of the dead spearman's corpse, his outfit cover in his blood. He didn't know if Wyatt noticed him, in this chaos it would of been near impossible to. Still that bloodlust in his eyes as he charged toward the duo was unmistakable, and Valcrist acted before he could even think.
"Wyatt!" Valcrist shouted, not even bothering to explain anything and honestly forgetting he was even wearing a mask. "Is Clair still alive?!"
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