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Post by Valcrist on Dec 17, 2012 9:36:32 GMT -6
His blade sliced cleanly into the soft undercarriage scarred by flame, sliding in with resistance, but undoubtedly leaving it's bite. The creature cried in response as the masked man drew the blade out in one swift movement, slicing a little more into the large being's flesh as it left the creatures body. Just as the sword was freed, the creature made a hustle away from the blond man. The earth shook as the massive creature crashed back to the earth, the stone beneath it crying and crumbling under it's great weight. Destroying the stands with its mere presence, a creature powerful enough to warp the world around it by simply existing.
Valcrist continued to move, like a dance, each little movement connected to the last, fluid and unstopping. He had already cleared much of the distance as the creature reared its head back to unleash what was undoubtedly a destructive torrent of power. He saw the sheer force of such a move, it was what caused Wyatt to fall. Before whatever force was unleashed, the swordsman dove to the side, rolling as hit the ground hiding behind the raised pillar of rock that separated the rows and gave the people watching a place to sit. The crashing boom of thunder and the bright show of lights flashed over head as the stone around him buckled and crumbled under the unmeasurable strength of the blast. The crackling of electricity buzzing in the air, how close was he to suffering a fate worse then Wyatt?
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Post by Mana on Dec 17, 2012 21:58:56 GMT -6
Mana felt her strike connect with the target, breaking some of the dragon's scales. The girl snickered as she observed the result of her attack, the dragon could still stand firmly after receiving a strike at his neck. This kind of attack would normally end anyone's life, if they were human. She had realized that it wouldn't be easy to kill a dragon but it was still surprising. At least her sword seemed able to pierce those thick scales so there was a chance of winning.
When the dragon leaped back, Mana glanced behind at Wyatt. Her friend had been roasted by that blast. She had been worrying about him. Her rage began to change into concern. A precious friend of her who had been accompanying her and spending some fun times together was lying there. Whatever damage he had received probably put his life into danger. "He...he couldn't...no. Don't tell me..." How could she let it happen? The force in that blast could kill anyone, would be too much for a human to bear. She knew Wyatt was sturdy and strong but the dragon's attack was in an entirely different level, maybe it was too much even for The Volcano to endure. "Wyatt! Answer me! You are still there, right?" No reply. The silence struck her like lightning. Well, talking about lightning...Some thunder blast was being directed at her. She was a second late to notice the danger. Because she had lost her focus for a moment here, Mana couldn't react fast like Valcrist.
There was impossible to dodge the lightning breath after it was unleashed, it went with speed that no human could match. The key was to move before the dragon shot it, and unfortunately the swordswoman had missed the timing. Mana frantically moved to the right. She should get out of its way before the dragon could roast her too. "Will I make it?" The doubt passed in her mind as she saw the lightning gathering around the dragon's mouth. She used all her strength to give a last desperate jump about the same time the dragon shot the lightning. Thanks to her amazing speed, she managed to avoid receiving the full force of the blast. Although it might be luck or something else that made her narrowly escape death. The Sacaen girl watched with horror as the lightning force hit the spot where she had stood before, destroying everything and sending some "leftover" electricity into the air.
Mana didn't waste time, as soon as she recovered from the impact after falling to the ground the girl got up to her feet and glared at the dragon. "Such monster does exist...How did my ancestor defeat this creature?" she thought as she took a battle stance. It was then she noticed some blood falling down from her forehead and getting into her left eye. It seemed the blast had sent some rocks flying and one had hit her right in the head. Now she even began to feel dizzy and numb, probably because of the electricity in the air. "Ugh...This won't stop me!" she shouted to encourage herself.
"Hey! You are there, aren't you? Back me up, masked swordsman. I am going to kill this beast now!" To avenge Wyatt, for people in the city, and also for herself who lusted for a good fight, she would take down this beast even if she had to pay with her life. "Here I come, monster!" Mana dashed toward the black dragon, faster than before, with Falcatta in her right hand. The attack wasn't carefully planned, probably reckless, but it might work well if the Lost Swordsman could flank the dragon or something.
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Post by Valcrist on Dec 17, 2012 22:38:18 GMT -6
Without missing a beat or losing any momentum, he continued his battle dance even as the stands crumbled behind him. The stones failing under the power of his foe, the stone surface scorched blacker then the hide of this monster. A thick buzzing filled the air filling it with whatever foul magic powered this dragon, his discharge of what could be nothing else than pure electricity leaving its violent mark. He wasn't alone, a voice was heard. Mana shouted something, but he was already one step ahead. Charging ever forward, long since leaving his hiding place. Even as he moved, his eyes were always taking in the grand foe. It would have felt daunting, almost impossible, but he ignored whatever shred of sanity begged him dearly to stop. Every single movement filled his gaze, from smallest of tail twitches, to the way he reared his head before unleashing whatever that foul power that could be called his magic. It would be a moment before he could attack again, and in that moment he would meet his end.
The shaft of arrows whizzed through the air, spearing themselves into the rocks underneath. The land ahead of him littered with little reminders that he wasn't fighting alone. Always readying a new arrow, preparing another shot, the archers fired without rest. Desperate, crazed almost, determined to stop this monster. Even in their silence, the wyvern knights were still pelting it with thier flurry of spear thrusts. Mana an Valcrist never stopped their onslaught either, both being determined to do nothing else then to end this creature's existence. He was being assaulted from three separate fronts, and no matter how mighty of a beast this creature it could not weather such an onslaught for long. He knew it, and somewhere he felt that the dragon knew it as well. Maybe it was in its eyes, or the way he moved so hazardly. It was desperate, fighting for its very survival, and somewhere the man seeking nothing more then to destroy it felt... pity. No one wants to die.
His blade surfed across the stone as magic swirled around the razor's edge violently. His hands gripping the hilt with a death grasp, moving as swiftly as the wind he did wield. His footsteps filled the air even in the cacophony of violence and death, his entire body wheeling to rush at him from an angle. His mind quickly cooking up an idea. "Let's kill this dragon Mana!" His voice echoed, accompanied by a leap high into the air, using the momentum and thrusting his blade as fiercely as his body could handle. His weapon would not pierce it's thick black scales, but Mana's could. His blade, however, could rend the putrid green underside. His blade aiming to sink deep into this monster's flesh.
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 17, 2012 23:38:49 GMT -6
Richter's fell blade struck sand as it's great heft whistled past Kenshin's elusive form, forcefully pulling a growl from behind the Ilian commander's gritted teeth. His speed was great, otherworldly even, but Richter knew he was just a man. If he could just get one hit, one solid hit, it would be over!
The Ilian commander's eyes flickered throughout the chaotic, violent scene that currently lay before him. The arena was in ruins. Bodies littered the sandy floor. Fires burned in the stands. Civilians, mercenaries, soldiers, and fighters alike still swarmed about, a bloody maelstrom of running, screaming, and fighting.
And as the chaos surged below, more chaos manifested itself above. In flight just above his head he could see Clair's pegasus knights dipping and diving away from a group of wyvern riders that had taken to pursuing them. He could not identify which rider bore Clair, a fact that only served to frustrate and infuriate, but realized there was naught he could do from his place on the ground.
And in the stands, he could see Marcus, valiantly fighting off a swarm of wyvern riders with jets of thunder and lighting belting forth from his great and powerful maw, but even from here Richter could tell it was a losing battle. There were just too many wyverns, too many soldiers, and too many spears. The Ilian could even see two swordsmen flitting about the dragon's legs, slashing and puncturing the great dragon.
And in the midst of it all, Kenshin just...sheathed his sword, and took some sort of stance Richter had never seen before. How that man could just stand there, calm and unflinching, defending the assassin that had stabbed Clair, and caused all of this chaos, Richter did not know. In fact, at the thought of his injured love flying helpless above his head, and at the sight of Marcus slowly being whittled down in the near distance, Richter had to force back tears of bitter anguish. His lack of progress against Kenshin only made the feelings worse, and no amount of anger fueled sword swings would change what had happened and what was now going on around them.
There's no more time for this, came the thought, bubbling up from the back of Richter's mind. No doubt Kenshin, still as he was, was waiting for a chance to land a counter attack. Fine! He wanted to be attacked? He could have it his way!
Like a torrential wave, a great darkness surged through Richter's body, flooding his mind and clouding his senses. His sword flared with purple light, and as the light dimmed in his eyes, one word jumped to his mind.
"ESSEN!"
Richter swung his sword at the red robed man in front of him, and as the black metal shivered through the air, a multitude of dark magic tendrils erupted from the blade, rapidly slithering through the air. Their target? The current object of Richter's anger.
Then, with little pause or hesitation, Richter turned his body towards Marcus and began sprinting towards the wounded dragon as fast as his legs would carry him, injury or no.
"Marcus!" he shouted, gripping his sword in both hands. "Marcus! Hold on!"
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Alranus, who had been part of the initial strike on the great green and black dragon, pulled back for a moment. The dragon's fearsome breath had already claimed more than a handful of the men under his command, and a ways away he could see another handful of riders assaulting the pegasus knights that had flown down to save Clair Feldsky. However, a trio of tournament fighters had joined in on his assault against Marchamut Odintongue, and had managed to do fairly considerable damage to the creature.
"Arston should have killed the bloody thing when he had the chance," he muttered to himself as his cold blue eye scanned the ground below. It was a mess. These Bernese couldn't even hold a tournament without it going to crap, and ignoring his own considerable part in bringing that about, the Etrurian scoffed. "Pathetic"
But then, out of the corner of his eye, Alranus noticed a very conspicuous figure wielding a that very conspicuous blade come darting away from his fight with the Crimson Demon, and towards the dragon that he was no doubt going to make an effort to save.
Considering the fighter, and particularly the weapon he was holding, he might actually be able to cause enough trouble to give the dragon chance to escape. That was not allowed. Thus, Alranus Aurilia, servant of the Prophet of Elimine, spurred his wyvern towards the approaching "Winter Lion".
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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 Dec 19, 2012 15:45:41 GMT -6
Perfect. The two sword masters were absorbed in their foolish fight against the midnight dragon. Perrin walked into the middle of the stands to get closer to the idiotic sword-wielders. Wyverns had joined in the fight as well as archers, however the scaly armor of the dragon repelled all of the puny one-armed thrusts; the arrows bounced off with a tink. Those archers will probably think I am helping the warriors ... until its too late, Perrin thought, anger welling up in him.
The two blade masters had managed to get a hit on its underside and dodge bolts of lightning. And now the man with the emerald blade had jumped into the air, and the woman was attacking directly.
Letting his anger take control of his magic for the first time, Perrin opened his tome to the page he had been marking with his finger all along. He incanted the spell, left hand outstretched, eyes closed. The tome began to shimmer dully as he fueled his anger into his magic. When his incantation ended Perrin opened his eyes abruptly and where the woman would soon run the air erupted into a million stars, brighter than the stars on crisp, clear night. "May you suffer the same fate as your red-haired friend, for there is no room in this world for fools, fools who would attack such an intelligent being." Perrin said to no one in particular, anger threatening to overtake him. Poor dragon, at least end one more of the morons' lives.
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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 19, 2012 16:23:02 GMT -6
Wyatt's awareness of what was going on around him dulled as he lay on the cold stones, mercifully not bleeding from that onslaught. Even the pain seemed to be fading away, likely from the battle high he was in before he was struck down. The battle seemed to carry on around him, but he was having a hard time keeping focus. His vision was blurry, his body was heavy, and his mind was delirious with pain.
He should just stay here...try to stay alive. He'd already done his part, just let the others handle it now.
But Valcrist and Mana were still in there, he knew. Still in danger, trying to fight the dragon and protect him at the same time. What sort of hero would he be if he just laid down because it was easier? He had to give it his all, he'd been through worse then this, he lied to himself.
His shield slipped off of his arm as he pulled his left hand up, placing it on the ground amid agonizing pain as he used it to steady himself. He moved his legs, trying to find a foothold, and found them too weak to possibly support the weight while in his armor. But he did not have the dexterity to remove it...not like this. And so, he trusted on his powerful arms to hold him aloft, his hands gripping the shaft of his burning, stone axe. Planting the haft into the ground, he pushed, allowing his body to rise, leaning on the large axe like a crutch. And slowly, his senses started to come back as he looked on Mana and Valcrist. They were doing well, Valcrist was moving in and...wait...the air in front of Mana just exploded with light...was that magic? But that wasn't from the dragon...
"...your red-haired friend, for there is no room in this world for fools, fools who would attack such an intelligent being."
Wyatt heard the voice and turned slightly, wincing at the effort doing so required. The man before him...one of the fighters....he'd been fighting...the crazy old man. Something about light...
[red]"A...Attack a warrior...from behind...? Come...pass judgment on me...you coward."[/red] He croaked out, his body burning with every syllable. There was no way he could fight like this, but hopefully he could distract this wretch until Mana and Valcrist finished the dragon. He was just a distraction, but in a fight like this, distractions could lead to death.
And so, without another word, he kept his gaze on the man. His skin scorched, his body broken, but his eyes burning with a fire of determination.
He would not back down, not as long as his friends still fought.
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Edrick
Shaman
Even in darkness one can devote themself to the light.
Posts: 114
Sacae Fame: 1
Profession: Jack of all Trades
Affinity: Light
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Post by Edrick on Dec 21, 2012 11:59:52 GMT -6
"Come on, boy. No time to stand and watch a dragon rip everything apart! We must leave!" The man shouted.
"I'm sorry sir but I need to try to stop this fighting one way or another, if the fighting is not stopped many more people may die. Edrick said to the other cloaked man. I need to get people to stop attacking the dragon, if I can do that maybe thing could be worked out with the dragon.
"You could come and help me, it would be greatly appreciated." Edrick told him. Then he turned toward the stands and began to climb up the rubble of the wall that had collapsed into the stands.I hope I'm not to late to stop the fighting.
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Sabin
Pirate
Sightseeing's fun, isn't it?
Posts: 148
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Post by Sabin on Dec 28, 2012 3:55:55 GMT -6
"Boy, now is not the time to be dreamin'!" Sabin shouted, cursing silently at the situation he had put himself in. He turned towards the are where the dragon was wrecking havoc to see sparks of lightning about. A few moments later, there was another sudden burst of light.
"Ok kid, we need to make a run for it now." Sabin said, and then proceeded to shake the boy violently to make him snap out of his trance. "Listen, if you want to live, follow me. I can't waste any more time over here!" he said, and proceeded to make a run for the exit.
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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 Dec 28, 2012 13:18:07 GMT -6
"I'm sorry sir but I need to try to stop this fighting one way or another, if the fighting is not stopped many more people may die. You could come and help me, it would be greatly appreciated."
'Verdammt...' Synkkis thought, this being one of those moral dilemmas. Do the smart thing and stay out of this after so many have already died or the heroic thing and probably get caught at the end of someone's lance?
His contemplations kept him from doing anything, but he did vault himself over the rubble alongside the noble. 'Ugh, this boy needs to learn some valuable lessons, but he doesn't deserve to die for his stupidity.' he thought to himself. "Fine, but keep your damn head down. There's too much chaos for everyone to stop to one man."
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Post by Mana on Jan 1, 2013 13:23:03 GMT -6
Mana was surprised when her eyesight was attacked by strong light. It blinded the girl and caused her to lose the direction where the dragon stood. She instinctively protected her eyes with her arms but her reaction was too late. Blinded, all she could see was bright white scene. "The dragon can do this???" This was dangerous, she would be completely vulnerable if the dragon tried to attack now. There was no way to counter or dodge an attack when she couldn't even see it coming, Mana couldn't imagine what would happen to her if the dragon unleashed the lightning breath toward her. "I must do something!!!" The thought ran on her mind when she tried to change her course. Unfortunately, it wasn't easy to control her pace when she was running with full speed, and blinded too. The Sacaen swordswoman stumbled on a small rubble and lost her balance then fell without able to see where she would fall into. She braced herself as the landing gave her a hard hit, greatly damaging her left arm which she used to protect her face. She felt pain as she slided on the floor, some smaller rubbles had pierced or scratched her skin. Her right hand kept holding Falcatta while the left hand moved desperately seeking something to grab.
The torment ended when she crashed against the fences that separated the stands from the arena, hence saving her from falling into the hard ground. But the impact itself already did some good damage to her body. "Uugh...All my bones feel hurt..." she thought. Her eyesight had gradually recovered although she still couldn't see the scene very clearly. She only knew that the combination attack had just failed and now it was up to the Lost Swordsman to give the dragon some good beating.
The Sacaen girl gathered her strength and stood up quickly, there was no need to give the enemy another opening. She held the fence and used it to support herself. "That's dragon...to use such trick to me..." she grumbled as she waited her eyesight to recover. And then an unexpected, but good, scene was presented before her. Wyatt was there, standing and being alive. She had believed he was put into a near death by that lightning blast, or might even have died already. There was some warmth feeling for seeing her friend still alive...barely alive. "Wyatt...." she muttered his name softly, a single tear running down her cheek. She was too happy seeing him alive so she didn't notice another man with white robe.
"Wyatt!!! You made me worried, idiot! You should have told me that you didn't die!" Mana shouted happily although she might sound a bit unreasonable here. Also....she seemed to already forget about the dragon....
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Post by Kenshin on Jan 1, 2013 16:34:53 GMT -6
The man swung his blade and a black mass had began to slitter towards Kenshin. Was this a magical blade? He had heard rumors of such weapons but never saw one before. Before the slithering mass made it to Kenshin Ardus has took off running. Before Kenshin had a chance to react to the magical attack it had enveloped him, seeping into his skin. There was no physical pain, just numbness and tingling. The pain came from deep within, a pain to his spirit itself. Kenshin dropped to a knee breathing hard, the attack had made it more difficult for him to breath for a minute.
Now that he wasn't locking blades protecting the girl, where she ran off to he wasn't sure, the dragon was next order of business. Kenshin reached behind himself grabbing the bow in his left hand and searching for his quiver with his right. It was missing, it must have fallen off upon his entrance to the arena. There was no time in searching for it, he had to stop the winged lizard and fast. Securing the bow to his belt once again he took off in full sprint towards the wall, scaling it would be difficult if not impossible but he was determined to get to the action. Approaching the wall he attempted to run up it a little, only able to take three steps before starting to slide back down he reached up missing the edge of the wall. Landing to the ground he looked up breathing rapidly as somebody leaned over telling him to try again. They must have seen him attempt and fail, not denying the aid he took a few steps back and attempted once again. The man grabbed his hand and with some struggle he had helped Kenshin back into the stands.
Looking around for somebody to aid him in a suicide attack against something of that magnitude he saw Mana and Wyatt a little ways over. He wasted no time in joining the two and looking to Marcus "Sorry I was caught up in something else when the dragon attacked. Think we've got a chance to kill it?" Kenshin's ribs were throbbing in pain even more so now, he figured when Ardus charged him a couple of them were broken. He was hoping Mana and Wyatt would be able to aid him in slaying the dragon but it may turn out to be the other way around.
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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 Jan 2, 2013 13:26:46 GMT -6
The desperation was growing as the battle grew longer and longer. Marcus could already feel the telltale signs of exhaustion creeping into his body. The adrenaline in his system was already starting to fade, making the various wounds he had already sustained all the more present. Plus, each lightning blast he threw at his attackers drew more and more out of his already dwindling pool of energy. The end was drawing near, and it didn't take a fool to realize who was on the losing side.
His assailants weren't taking any time to rest, it would seem, so neither would he. The girl had stumbled and fallen almost out of the stands, but had regained her composure too quickly for Marcus to make anything of the advantage. It seemed that the man in red armor was still alive as well, but his attention was focused on a man in a white robe. It seemed that the newcomer had tried to help Marcus in some way, but it didn't seem to have worked and the dragon had no time to divert his attention. Instead, he focused on the blond swordsman who was moving for another strike at his belly. Instead of retreating yet again, Marcus switched to the offensive and lunged at the young man, teeth bared.
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Post by Jason on Jan 2, 2013 18:07:54 GMT -6
Jason was sitting in the stands, watching the mayhem unfold. After watching it for a fair amount of time he realized that he should probably do something to help.
He jumped from the stands and rushed the dragon with his sword drawn. He swung and hit the dragon much to his surprise.
Unfortunatley all that the strike did was cause the sword to fly out of his hands and get stuck in the ground behind him. Inside his own head he was hoping the dragon didn't feel that, all that was going to do was annoy the creature, not injure it. He knew if that thing turned around he would have no way of defending himself.
He stared at the beast and ran to grab his sword. He found where it landed, it was next to a girl with a sword, and a guy with red hair. "Are you guys ok? It's a mess in here!" He shouted at the two trying to seem like he wasn't scared out of his mind.
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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 Jan 3, 2013 15:11:21 GMT -6
Perrin watched the swords woman collide with his spell and fall. She recovered much too quickly, and the dragon had no time to strike with the archers' arrows whizzing and the wyverns buzzing. Perrin looked around the see if anyone besides the warrior had noticed his attack and was relieved to find that not many had. After the initial burst, those who saw it simply blinked and went on with whatever it was they were doing, it seemed. As he finished his last few observations, though, something ... red caught at the edges of his eyes. When his swung around on his heel his eyes widened in surprise, and he almost toppled over. The red-armored man had managed to stand up, and another, more lithe red-haired man who could have been the armored man's twin was just beginning to talk to him. Perrin received the red-armored man's glower with an uneasy frown, the axe in the anguishing man's hand glowing with the same intensity as his eyes. He must know that woman. Turning on his heel once again, Perrin fast-walked through the stands away from the red-haired men, but closer to the dragon and the brawl that was sprawled there. When he reached the steps (as they were only a few steps away) he focused on the ground. Perrin managed a quick glance at the red-haired duo, but only caught sight of that glowing red axe, which, he thought offhandedly, appeared to be glowing with more ferocity. He himself had be the most idiotic of all, he realized, risking his own life for the poor dragon, who would perish even with his help. In the contemplation of his idiocy, Perrin almost knocked a tall dark-robed man down the rubble he had just climbed up. "Ahh ... I am sorry, I was not paying attention," and as he continued with his apology, though, he thought he could feel the eyes of the red-haired men searing into his back.
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Post by Valcrist on Jan 4, 2013 1:58:52 GMT -6
There was a bright flash of light somewhere behind him, illuminating the area and casting his shadow long. He heard a shrill voice, undoubtedly belonging to mana and saw the dragon begin to move as he came near. He was in danger, not just in danger of missing his blow, but of losing his life as well. This all happened in the frame of less then a second, but it felt as though he was seeing it all in slow motion. His leap would end his life if he sought to continue, so he did what he had to, and bailed from the assault.
As the dragon's deathly maw lunged for him, he swung uselessly into the air beside him. The blade slicing clean through and letting loose another one of its powerful gales. The attack appearing aimless, not even directed at anyone but the empty air. That wasn't his intention however, instead his used the blast of air to propel his self dangerously careening to the side, crashing into the stones of the arena, while the dragon's lunge devoured the space he was once in.
He landed awkward and lopsided, it being near impossible to actually right himself before falling like that. The cold hard ground bruised his body, but even in pain he didn't waste a second. Hesitation was synonymous to death in a time like this, the dragon was swift for something so large and if given the time it would merely attack again. He got back to his feet, luckily undamaged by the fall, and began to move again. If only he had Mana's blade, the only was he can damage this beast is by attacking its undercarriage, which makes any attack he can make predictable. By having a weak spot it becomes obvious how one will attack, and therefore easy to protect against.
Mana seemed to have stopped her fighting, and while the archers fired they did little with their bows. He wasn't about to give up, but could he really go against this thing alone?
Dashing on his feet, he swung the blade as he ran, sending a gust of wind at the beast. Unlikely to hurt his thick hide, but perhaps enough to trip him up slightly. Even against a dragon, the best thing to do is to look for a weakness. Especially against a dragon.
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