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 Dec 6, 2012 20:20:30 GMT -6
Up close the Pale Man didn't seem as experienced as he did on the field earlier. He found it curious he could be so agile with the robe he was wearing instead of a simple cloak. Stature wise, he was taller, more built, and quite young. Only a noble's boy would have these attributes with the innocence he had in his face. Very curious, seeing as this man messed with the Elder Arts.
The Pale Shaman didn't seem too interested in the Ilian, instead focusing on the dragon in the stands from where Kyyneltya just ran from. He quickly checked on him if he was alright, further proving his suspiscions of him being a noble's son.
"Come on, boy. No time to stand and watch a dragon rip everything apart! We must leave!" He shouted, sure the boy's curiousity was blocking him out. Synkkis himself wanted to watch, a dragon from the old tales wreaking havoc in the arena. The biggest problem was that he was still in the arena. He very much liked not being havoc done to him.
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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 Dec 7, 2012 11:31:05 GMT -6
Tearing through the stands, Marcus ran for his life. He couldn't tell if his lightning strike had hit any of the wyverns and wasn't about to stop and check. He tried to tilt his head back and fire off another blast, but couldn't seem to get the right angle. It was useless to try and attack like this. He would need to get on even footing with the riders without giving them an opening to strike at him. It seemed he had bigger problems to worry about, however. More fighters had joined the battle and two of them had combined some sort of elemental magic, sending a flaming tornado of rock and wind directly at him. The sudden outburst of magic caught him off guard, leaving him helpless as the tornado barreled into him.
His hardened scales took the brunt of the attack, absorbing the blows from the rocks. Several of the rocks cracked or smashed scales and some even hit his less protected face. The fire, however, was the worst part. While it was mostly harmless to the scales, his exposed belly fared far worse. Flames licked at the green skin, causing moderate burns that made movement uncomfortable. As the attack subsided, Marcus scanned the arena pit, looking for his attackers. He spotted them quickly, two men close to his side of the arena. They had both been fighters in the tournament and Marcus could have sworn the unarmored man looked familiar. None of that mattered now, however, as Marcus charged down the steps towards them. They meant to end his life and Marcus meant to stop them, however possible. Closing in on his attackers, he slid to a halt, blasting lightning in their direction.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Dec 7, 2012 20:40:40 GMT -6
Sarna continued to climb through the air, her wings drawing the pegasus knight higher with her cargo. The pair swerved to the side, avoiding getting to close to the arena walls and continuing to spiral upwards. Delia pulled the Falcoknight slung across her saddle into a better position, then resituated herself as the momentum began pulling at her balance. She looked up in time to see a wing of wyverns diving at her, lances leveled! Her eyes bulged in shock as kicked Sarna into a downward dive. She felt her innards lurch as they fell, legs tightening around her mount as she pinned Clair to the saddle in front of her. She nearly didn't pull up in time to avoid smashing into the stands, and felt herself slammed forward by the inertia. A spike of concern for Clair was interrupted by a anger at the incompetent wyvern riders invading her air space.
[yellow]"Useless winged bags of scales! Get outta my way!"[/yellow] She yelled, heedless of the combat going on below. It took her a moment more to see that the formation which had peeled off towards her was now splitting off and making their way, not towards the dragon, but around to the other pegasi. And herself.
[yellow]What in... They're coming after us?![/yellow]
She couldn't see all of the riders, but one of them was coming up towards Julie, the youngest of the squires. Delia spurred Sarna forward as she worked on reestablishing a steady ascent again, and tried to map out a safe path that would take her past the pursuit in time. She ended up with something barely sufficient. They were circling in opposite directions, and Delia was going to pass directly underneath the squire in a moment. Timing shots against moving targets like this was one of those things that was great in principle, but almost never worked in reality Never the less, Delia readied her javelin for a toss in her free hand as she neared the wyvern. Hopefully, this wasn't just a big misunderstanding, because the hell she would get if it was.... But nah.... It wasn't.
[yellow]"Misunderstand this, you bottomfeeding traitor!"[/yellow] She let fly with her javelin right after Julie passed over head. It was but a moment longer before the wyvern shot past. A moment after that, there was a distressed roar, and Delia turned her head to see the wyvern clumsily gliding downward through the air, a javelin lodged in its wing joint. She spared a moment for excitement, anticipating the bragging rights she'd have later, but cut off as she spotted the other four riders shfting all of their attention to her now. Two of them had already been after her, and were gaining as they tried to get to a position where they could force her lower.
[yellow]"Well, damn!"[/yellow] Now she'd have to get out AND deal with the pursuit!
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Post by Mana on Dec 7, 2012 22:59:50 GMT -6
Like Wyatt and Valcrist, Mana didn't fail to notice that Kenshin was fighting against a warrior, Ardus, one of the arena fighters. Why now? When a dragon was rampaging on the stands? This Ardus might be an enemy, or simply just a bad person who taking advantage of the chaos to kill a living legend. Anyway, Kenshin could take care of himself and she believed he would be able to kill the man. Ardus was a strong warrior indeed but the girl didn't see her favorite hero lose to him. Concentrating to how kill that dragon, Mana increased her pace as she continued rushing toward where the dragon was.
When the arrived on the scene, the Sacaen girl bravely took some steps closer toward the dragon as she prepared her mind. This was her second opponent who wasn't human. She had faced some doom wolves back then but a dragon was in a entirely different level. Scared? Probably. "I might be crazy...But I feel kind of happy to fight this dragon."
Mana was about to charge toward the dragon when the two blacksmiths launched a flame typhoon. She was dazzled as Wyatt and Valcrist's combined attack hit the dragon who seemed surprised to receive powerful magical attack like that. Fire and molten rocks, also some wind blades, anyone would be killed with that kind of combination. But it was a dragon they were fighting, the black lizard managed to stand his ground and endured the flame and wind barrage. "I can't believe this," she thought as she protected her face from the raging wind that filled the field. Taking advantage of the distraction her companions made, she slipped into the side to flank the black monster. Luckily, the dragon didn't seem to notice her.
But, the dragon wasn't going to let them plan another attack as a lightning blast was aimed to the two men. It was a scary sight, a blast of energy came out from the beast's mouth to kill her friends. Unsure what drove her to take a rash action, Mana sprinted toward the monstrous creature with Falcatta in her right hand. "I must stop it!" she thought. As she got closer, the dragon somehow looked bigger. With a loud roar, the Sacaen swordswoman leapt. Her aim was the neck of the dragon, a vital point for almost every living creatures in this world. She brought up her sword toward the hard scales protecting the neck.
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Wyatt
Hero
The Volcano
How can someone win if winning means that someone loses?
Posts: 463
Etruria Fame: 2
Sacae Fame: -1
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Post by Wyatt on Dec 7, 2012 23:16:51 GMT -6
Wyatt saw Valcrist step up beside him, and felt the wind move past him as his own attack flew forth. The result was a flame typhoon that tore through the remains of the stands before them, crashing into the dragon, who let loose what Wyatt hoped was a pained roar. The pain didn't seem to last, as the creature quickly rounded on the pair of them. Wyatt had precious little time to admire the combination of magic they'd just perfected, acting only on instinct.
If they survived this, he'd have to do that again. But now, they seemed to have made themselves the target of the dragon's wrath. His jaw opened, the massive maw of teeth arcing with growing energy, lightning ready to be spit forth. They had a moment before it struck...and there was nowhere left to run. It hadn't noticed Mana yet, and if Wyatt dropped down the breath might follow them,, then they'd all be in trouble. But...at the very least.
Wyatt didn't pause as he sprang into action. With a rough movement of his right arm, he slammed it into Valcrist, aiming to push him back towards the ground. If his hit was strong enough, it might push the Nabatan Smith out of the stands, where he'd have some cover from this. As he did this, he raised his left hand, planting his feet and holding the shield steady.
He had no idea if his shield would do anything against this. But there was no way to get out of the way now, and this was his only option. To be a mountain, to stand and endure whatever was thrown his way. He only hoped he actually could endure it long enough for someone to kill it. He took a knee and held his shield steady, preparing for the onslaught.
And then, the torrent came. Wyatt was transfixed, almost unable to look away as the glowing hell approached him. Thankfully, he ducked his head behind the shield at the last moment, as the charged air washed over him. The front of the shield held up surprisingly well, absorbing the charge and not melting, lighting on fire, or deforming in the slightest. The hand that held it, however, was not so lucky. Lightning has this odd trait of not moving in a straight line, and so the concept of trying to block it with a wall was sadly lacking. The power crashed over him, causing his body to explode with pain. His legs and arms started to convulse slightly, limited to slight movements due to the fact that the attack had forced his muscles to tense, keeping him rigid and inflexible. His howl of pain was possibly louder then the dragon's roar itself, at least it felt that way to him. The attack ended, but the pain remained. His voice would no longer come, his body would not move of it's own accord. He fell forward, crashing atop his shield, denied peaceful unconsciousness by the burning pain that wracked his body, causing him to convulse and twitch. His skin and clothing were scorched, his body pushed well beyond his limits, as he was only capable of laying on the ground in more pain then he could ever conceive.
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Perrin
Monk
Err...I can't remember anything! *has a revelation* Oh, that's who I am..
Posts: 21
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Post by Perrin on Dec 8, 2012 21:44:36 GMT -6
The dragon was running as fast as it could, which Perrin thought was a little faster than he would expect of such a large lizard. Perrin stayed where he was and waited for the warriors to come up into the stands, however most had stopped their trek to part for a group of three who looked to be no older than he.
The three lone figures came near the stands and two, one with an glowing red axe the other with an emerald sword, casted magic from them. "Idiots!" Perrin said under his breath, taking his mind off the doorway; most of the fighters seemed to have given up on the dragon for now, and were simply staring at it. As the magic blended together and struck the dragon, he took close observations. The dragon seemed to be fine, the fire magic the only force that had managed to harm the intelligent reptile.
But the dragon was far from helpless, it sprayed lightning from its maw, straight toward the three. The red-haired man pushed the emerald-sword-wielding man out of the way and prepared to take the lightning full on. The female sword wielder was aloof from the start, and appeared to be sneaking up from behind the obsidian dragon. However she did nothing to help her comrade, and the red-armored man took the blast, the bolt splashing against his shield. For a second he seemed to be uninjured, but in the next he was lying on the ground, smoldering. Hah! Serves him justly for attacking that poor dragon. Perrin thought without remorse. Now to keep an eye on that girl ...
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Post by Valcrist on Dec 8, 2012 23:08:48 GMT -6
Valcrist's first response was a hollow sense of achievement. Their attack, while not nearly as effective as it would be on a signifigantly fleshier and squishier target, still had a noticeably larger 'oomph' then the rain of spear thrust from the canopy of winged reptiles. It proved Wyatt's idea right, that magic weapons were more effective on a monster like this, but this wasn't entirely a good thing. They did far more then any other group of people, and the reward for that was the undivided attention of a certain furious beast. As soon as the dragon was struck, he began to regret doing that. He went to dive down to the earth, and had half a mind to tackle Wyatt to get him out of harms way, only to be knocked clean off his feet by a unexpected fist.
He didn't know his intention, all he could see as his world turned upside down was a flash of light accompanied by a thunderous boom. He grabbed at the railings somehow, before he freefell into the arena below. One hand still gripping his blade tightly, and the other supporting his weight. A painful surge flowing through his body as the wound on his arm he had received against Clair straining as it was forced to carry his weight. By the time he finally clamored back to his feet, it was too late and he missed whatever show had went on and found nothing but a collapsed Wyatt.
It was a strange thing, he barely knew the guy. He couldn't even say he liked him or not, they had talked maybe twice, and at first he was entirely sure that Wyatt hated him for his souvenirs. He barely knew this man, laying on the ground, his body still smoking from whatever deadly charge that had passed through his body. His body twitching, convulsing in irregular and nauseating ways. It was so odd, here was this man he didn't know, didn't particularly like, and he was... upset. There was something about it, seeing someone he knew getting hurt like this, it dug up some weird part of him. Stirred something deep down, he couldn't call it anger. That was far too straight forward, anger was an easy emotion to understand. He didn't go ballistic, as many would, he didn't get 'dangerous' like he had some super powered manic side unleashed by fury. No, this wasn't that. Still he didn't like it, not at all. It was a dark, inky feeling that clogged everything.
Then, just as the blotting feeling began to grow worse, there was a light almost. Breaking through the center, it was almost as if everything felt sharper, the chaos slowed down as his mind began to break it down almost unconsciously. Holding the blade in both hands, holding it evenly with such precise and measured breathing. He took a step, moving much faster then he had ever displayed in any of the battles he had shown this tournament. It was a movement devoid all of the hesitation every single action of his was saturated with. He moved with a zen-like purpose, single minded in his approach.
He would kill this dragon.
If he did not, who knows what could happen to others. How many people would be hurt like Wyatt. This wasn't a 'try' or 'help' no he was certain. Failure wasn't even an option, it never crossed his mind. He wasn't doing this because he 'thought' it would be the thing to do. No. He knew it. He was going to kill this dragon.
His blade sang as it sliced through the air, he was like a blade of the wind itself. He closed the gap between him and where the dragon roosted in moments, just behind Mana and her strike. As she struck her deadly strike, he rushed at it from the side, his magical blade poised to rip into the lesser protected underside of the beast, the part most scorched by flame. Whatever protection the scales of this monster provided, it was weakest there. His sword surrounded with a piercing plume of wind, swirling around as if it was a lance as he sought to impale the monstrosity.
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Post by Kenshin on Dec 14, 2012 1:04:19 GMT -6
In Kenshin's current stance there was no effective defensive response to an over head swing, preferably he would take his chance with a battojutsu strike but that wasn't an option... Or wasn't it? With a fresh wound on his leg it may slow Ardus down enough for it to work. Kenshin had waited till the attack began then launched himself backwards pulling his sheath back to his side while avoiding the attack.
Spreading his legs and lowering his body Kenshin returned the blade to it's home waiting to draw it swiftly. In the corner of his eye he could watch a small group of people still fighting the dragon, it was impossible to see everyone in the crowd but it could be possible he was there. Kenshin had the thought to stop Aerious many years ago but never followed through with it, the dragon had seemed to hate humans then why would it change now? An event such this it would be perfect for revenge, after Ardus the dragon was next.
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Post by Jade Priyellis on Dec 14, 2012 4:57:37 GMT -6
Jade was in a blur and daze. He had wandered around Bern for a few years after he had arrived in Bern. He had tried to get into contact with his aunt, Queen Hellene of Bern, but had been unable to do so. The royal family of Bern had gone into hiding, and they had hidden themselves well. Jade had tried searching every corner of Bern, but it had been in vain.
Jade had known it would be hard to find his relatives. They were either killed in the attack or had fled from Bern entirely. In fact, they could be in any part of Elibe right now. Jade was only searching for traces of his aunt and her family for reuniting with his parents was the only meaning left in Jade's life.
Throughout the few years that Jade had spent in Bern, he had matured greatly, turning from a cheerful, childish boy that he was to the solemn man that he is now. Jade was now 18. The few people that knew him saw him as a sad, solemn man, always staring off into the distance, reminiscing the times that he had spent with his parents. Jade had lost almost all meaning in his life. His life was just a void now, a dull, gaping void.
Jade looked up as the chaos ensued. He froze in place, unable to contemplate what was happening. He was reminded all too well of that fateful night, the chaos, the redness, the death. As everyone started fighting, attacking each other, and dying, Jade stared blankly at the battlefield, his mind completely detached from the world of chaos around him.
OoC: I hope I'm not doing anything wrong by jumping myself in here. If I am, you can just tell me and I'll start off somewhere else.
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Sabin
Pirate
Sightseeing's fun, isn't it?
Posts: 148
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Post by Sabin on Dec 14, 2012 10:43:44 GMT -6
Sabin had been watching the tournament for quite a while now. The past few battles had been very interesting, exciting ones. Such skill, such talent. Sabin wished he had signed up for this tournament. Blame him for oversleeping.
The sudden appearance of a person wearing a green cloak, slashing through the blonde-haired combatant right in the middle of the match was shocking for almost everyone. Sabin called that foul play. That was immensely disturbing. The sudden splash of blood due to an unknown enemy. That was cowardly! A real warrior would fight one on one! Not that Sabin himself preferred fights...however he would never resort to such cowardly acts. Or so he thought.
The choas that ensued left him bewildered. Panicked. Confused. A few things went through his mind, notably "Damn! Now I'm losing all my valuables! At least I'm carrying my axes." However, there was only one thing that processed in his mind. Only one concrete course of action.
"I must make it out of here alive!"
For all the warriors and spectators had decided to flood the arena, a mage even blasted a hole through one of the walls. Soon things became more chaotic; wyverns were flying everywhere, he could see pegasus knights battling the wyvern knights. And a bit far from where he was, he could see a huge... dragon. Yes, a dragon. Only a beast of lore, although Sabin did remember meeting a supposed manakete months, maybe a year ago. Maybe even two.
Deciding to make his way through the mob, he knew the trip to the gates would not be easy. Deciding that his best course of action was to cut through the mob and be quick, he made run for it, and after a short sprint,made notice of a small boy who seemed lost in the mob. "Dammit, now is not the time for heroics, Sabin! Curse you, morals!" he said to himself as he made his way towards the boy, calling out to him, "What in the damnation are you doing, kiddo? We gotta get out o' here, and fast!"
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Dec 14, 2012 20:42:07 GMT -6
Delia leaned in lower over Sarna, shielding Clair from attacks her scaled pursuers might think to throw at them. She turned her attention to her winged steed. The pegasus was swift and nimble, but there was an end to her abilities. They wouldn't get anymore speed out of her for one. The winged lizards were close on her tail, and keeping pace The stands were in chaos, the field was a blood bath, and bolts of lightning spewed from the maw of a black dragon, as if the rest wasn't enough!
Delia shifted back in her seat, giving the signal to ascend. She also noted the decrease in speed and the yells from behind her. She tossed a glance over her shoulder to see the wyvern rider preparing a spear thrust. Now was not the time to rise! They surged forward again as the knight shifted forward in her seat again.
Trying to rise would slow her too much, and they'd be all over her in a matter of seconds. Dropping altitude wasn't an option either. they weren't anywhere near high enough to accomplish anything with a dive. The Arena itself was confining her to a very small area, and eventually she was going to be trapped with no way out if things didn't change.
Below, she saw the crowds fleeing through the tunnels of the arena walls, and back outside. Children. Men. Women. Young and old. All united in one purpose. Getting the hell out of here. Her purpose....
[yellow]"I can't believe I'm doing this sober...."[/yellow]
With a shake of her head, and a sweat breaking out on her brow, she turned Sarna towards the arena walls, and headed straight for the crowds, picking the largest tunnel she could spot, and heading through.
[yellow]"Duck your heads unless you want to lose them!"[/yellow] It occurred to her that this was exactly the sort of action that had soured her reputation in Ilia, and here she was doing it again... But the girl... the falcoknight meant something to her. That was what prompted it this time....
Flying through a tunnel made for pedestrians wasn't really flying through it. It was closer to being thrown at full speed through a tube, and hoping you didn't hit the edge, because you knew that you would become intimately familiar with that edge if you did hit it. It was tall and wide enough for an approximation of flight, but there wasn't really room wings to reach out to help in braking or turning. Of for the civiliains leaping out of the way like mad. Sarna touched down and kept right on going, switching smoothly over to galloping down the path. There was a sharp intake f breath as the rider saw what was ahead, and pulled back on the reins. They skidded down the stone, slowing just enough to bolt around the corner that they'd nearly ridden into. Delia turned and looked behind her as she finally rode out. Nothing followed but the sounds of chaos and the occasional roar
Ahead of her was something else though.... A cluster of Bernese forces seemed to be falling in line behind an armored man with teal colored hair. Most were soldiers and knights of some kind, with a good amount of bowmen, and the odd mage mixed in. She was instantly wary of them, but they weren't raising bows.
[yellow]"There's a hell of a fight going on in there! Renegade wyverns, Bloodbaths in the stands, and a dragon! It's definitely one for the history books!"[/yellow] She said, riding up and taking flight as soon as she was done. Destination? The sky. And then the healer's tent in the army camp, with all speed.
[teal]"Dragon!?"[/teal] The man the head of the group was clearly startled. Horrible memories haunted the minds of many of Bern's citizens to this day, but to this man, it brought out his fight. He could feel anger building, but then he latched onto it, suppressing it and placing his duty in place of the fury.
[teal]"What kind of.... Who's that?"[/teal] But the rider was already gone by the time William noticed the injured Clair taken away. He looked around. His men were beginning to pool around him. Some were whispering worriedly. He didn't want to let that build.
The heavily armored man hefted his tower shield in one hand and beat the blade of his broadsword against it for attention as his gravelly voice seemed to envelop the street.
[teal]"Listen up. Once we get in there, it's no different than usual. Let the people flee. Stop combatants, and remove them. If they struggle, disarm them. If they resist,... pacify them. Harshly if needed."[/teal]
[red]"...Captain... What about the dragon?... What do we do against that?"[/red]
[teal]"You shoot it. Shoot it till it stops moving, and then some. Remember eight years ago, and what Bern lost then! DO NOT LET THAT HAPPEN AGAIN!"[/teal] There was a moment's silence before William raised his voice again.
[teal]"Archers. Mages. Pair up with a shield. Now let's get in there and see what we'll see." A quick pause, and then the soldiers began to move, spreading out to encircle a good portion of the arena before moving inside, shields raised.
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Post by Jade Priyellis on Dec 14, 2012 21:15:32 GMT -6
Jade remembered the smell of the air; that musty, horrid smelling stench that was all Jade could recall of that night when he had been separated from his parents. It was the same smell that now permeated the air in the arena. That same red quality that Jade could remember feeling was in the air. It stuck to Jade's skin, layering it, weighing down on Jade's body and mind.
"What in the damnation are you doing, kiddo? We gotta get out o' here, and fast!", a strong, low voice reached Jade's ears.
Jade turned to the source of the voice, and as he did so? He remembered another low, gruff voice: "You're not getting out of here alive, Mage General!". The voice echoed in Jade's mind, triggering another wave of sorrow.
Unable to bear the weight of his emotions, Jade crouched down, covering his ears, trying to drown out the echoes that reverberated through his mind. Tearing up, Jade screamed "Everything will be fine..." continuously, as if it would be able to make everything right and save Jade from his situation.
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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 Dec 16, 2012 17:09:12 GMT -6
The effect of the dragon's lightning was stunning. The force of the collision was palpable and and they quickly wore down the red-haired man's defenses. Marcus could see the pain in the man's eyes, and, while his bloodlust had deafened him, he could imagine the man's pained screams. Seeing this brought the dragon no pleasure. He wanted no harm to come to these people, but they had left him no choice. It had become kill or be killed. When the onslaught finally ended, the man collapsed. Whether he was dead or not, Marcus couldn't tell. There was no time to check, however.
Before he could even move, a blade came crashing down on his neck. The girl, it would seem, had sneaked around him and attacked him from the side. The blow stung, breaking several scales and digging into his skin. Leaping back, he tried to keep the girl in front of him. In his haste to avoid the girl, he had forgotten all about the blond swordsman. The young man barreled towards him, lunging at the scales that had been weakened by the fire. The pain was intense as the sword stabbed into his side. Marcus howled in pain as his vision dimmed. The dragon leaped even further back, trying to keep his assailants at bay. He could tell that the attack on the red-haired man had greatly angered both of them. Their anger would push them to fight harder and longer and it made the odds all the more stacked against him. He was running out of time. Drawing his energy, he let out another blast of lightning aimed directly at his assailants.
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Sabin
Pirate
Sightseeing's fun, isn't it?
Posts: 148
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Post by Sabin on Dec 17, 2012 7:09:06 GMT -6
"A delusional kid, eh? What have I got myself into? I can't make him snap out of it at this stage. Guess I have no choice now." Sabin mumbled to himself as he scratched his beard, annoyed by the fact that this kid didn't want to think of a way to escape but rather, sit and wait for his doom.
Sabin turned back for a second as he saw there were more fighters rushing in. They looked very... bloodthirsty. Like they'd pick a fight with anyone and everyone. It was a miracle that he hadn't gotten into a fight with anyone just yet, but when looked around him he could see people slitting throats, cutting through each other. Disgusted by it, Sabin decided he'd need to drag this boy out of the place.
Holding the boy's right arm firmly, Sabin shouted "You've got to get up and run for your life, kid! Waiting for your doom ain't solving anything!" He then proceeded to yank the boy up.
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Post by Jade Priyellis on Dec 17, 2012 8:37:45 GMT -6
Jade felt his hand being pulled up. Jade's hand was pulled with such force that Jade was lifted into a standing position. Disoriented, Jade stumbled when the force that had lifted him up was removed. He did however, manage to stabilize himself before he fell, supporting himself on the body of the man closest to him.
"You've got to get up and run for your life, kid! Waiting for your doom ain't solving anything!", the rough voice from earlier shouted.
Startled, Jade looked up at the man who had yanked him up with eyes full of trepidation and anxiety.
OoC: The man he stabilized himself on is Sabin, btw.
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