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Post by Plot Device on Jan 15, 2014 0:37:02 GMT -6
Satan Claws used the haft of his axes to parry Butorega's axe, while doing so he felt the surge of dark magic flow through his body causing him to cringe. He was never a big fan of magic but, he couldn't leave all of this naughty children waiting for their gift of pain waiting to deal with the spell users. Maybe it was high time somebody showed the loud mouth how to use an axe. Taking a step forward he swung the mighty axe towards Butorega's chest.
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Post by Butorega on Jan 15, 2014 0:46:39 GMT -6
Butorega's eyes opened wide as he saw the axe coming. A direct confrontation, this is what Butorega wanted. The brigand took a deep breath as he swung his axe down with all his might. The full force of his body and arm muscles went into his attack. His axe clashed with Santa Claws in mid air. The stronger of the two would win out and the loser would be blown back open for a counter strike.
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Jan 15, 2014 3:24:41 GMT -6
While all this crazy stuff was happening (seriously what the hell was happening Elias was lost), he was focusing. The elves were mostly dead, he thinks, and the reindeer was down one, he assumed, so that means it was time to focus everything they had, which they seemed to be doing. Elias needed to help, as one so gifted in the arts of magic and junk, he's doing an awful lot of NOT setting things of fire. It was despicable really. Used his fancy riding boots and nudged the horse he rode in the side while snapping the reins, running at full gallop. The man was distracted, now was the perfect time for a sneak attack. The horse whinnied as it dashed across the field of death and blood and organs and other nasty things that were gross.
Once again, horse=speed since he managed to close the distance in a relatively decent amount of time. If the bandit could run that distance in such a short time, it was even easier for him to ride it. While he rode, he focused a powerful flame at the tip of his staff, seeing as he only had two hands and one of them was holding his staff and the other was holding his reins, he's learned to use the staff to direct his magical flow as opposed to his hands. He came around in a sort of a circle shape, so he didn't get too close to the combat until he was sure it'd be in the right position. That man had his axe in the air, clashing with the other man's weapon. He was as open as could be, so when Elias made his way to the man's flank he unleashed one the most fabulous and fierce flames he had ever mustered up, and sent the inferno of flame and fierce fires flying right towards the fabulously dressed holiday figure's backside. "Sorry about this!" He shouted as the blaze flew through the air.
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Post by Mana on Jan 15, 2014 4:08:19 GMT -6
This battle was truly frustrating, she realized. The elves were strong and dangerous opponent, they didn't die easily and had some skills with weapons. The reindeers were fast, deadly, and bloodthirsty monsters, one of them had been finally slayed by Lisa and the other one was fighting Hal and an ice dragon. However, the most problematic opponent was the one who caused the chaos. Satan Claws. Mana gritted her teeth and breathed heavily as she looked at him. The girl had watched him getting sliced, impaled, fried, kicked, etc but he still stood strong. Something inside her told the girl that this opponent wasn't something they could beat easily and if they kept fighting separately like now then a bloody defeat would possibly be their destiny. But what she could do? It wouldn't be easy to work together with these strangers and they didn't have a leader. Mana got up and drew Falcatta once again. Most of the fighters were attacking the big demon, Satan Claws. Elias and the bandit he saved also joined the battle against the demon as well. It tasted bad to see everyone attacking him no matter how she tried to convince herself that it wasn't a fair duel. It was a battle to take down a monster. Still, accepting that she had to throw her Sacaen honor if she wanted to win wasn't easy. "Tsk...I will force Wyatt to duel me after this. I must get rid of this bad taste..." she grumbled. Once gain, the Sacaen swordswoman charged her sword with her energy. She wasn't sure whether the sword used her magic or life energy, it didn't matter, she wouldn't care as long as the thunder was powerful enough. Just for the sake of being amazing and cool, her timing matched Elias as they consecutively unleashed their attack. The thunder went to the same direction as Elias' flame and somehow was combined into the raging inferno. She wasn't sure what reaction the combination between the two elements would be but she knew even Satan Claws wouldn't like it. OoC : Maybe will look like this
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Post by Plot Device on Jan 15, 2014 4:41:26 GMT -6
Butorega's axe met with his, he could easily over power him but Satan Claws decided to toy with him. The two seemed to be evenly matched. "Oh ho ho ho, it seems there's some fight left in ya child." It was at that moment he saw Elias circling around him, shoving Butorega back he had hoped to block the fire with the massive axe. Shoving Butorega out of the revealed a woman launching a lighting bolt at him, if he had left the loud mouth there he would have been struck.
By time he had actually saw it, it had been too late. The lighting bolt struck him, stunning him long enough to become engulfed in flames. The fire didn't last long before a vortex of snow and ice picked up around him putting the fire out. Hair and beard senged, clothes and skin burned, Satan Claws was now furious. These small fries in front of him were just a distraction for the others to cast painful magic against him, the mage was number one on the naughty list now. Lowering his head he turned around and began to charge like a bull towards Elias dragging his axe as he ran. As he got into range he pulled the axe up swinging the blade towards the horse and rider.
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Jan 15, 2014 5:15:34 GMT -6
Elias pulled on his reins to dash away, but he simply could not pull away quickly enough. While at full gallop he was faster then most people here, being on a horse meant that it meant a moment to before he could move and he needed to anticipate the attacks to get out in time, and how could he anticipate that swirly girly little snow thing he did and just rushed right into Elias' face. He fumbled for his staff, maybe he could warp away but it wasn't quick enough. His warp staff had a bit of windup and it couldn't just be used in an instant like this, there was nothing. Nothing he could do. He couldn't even get off his horse quickly enough to jump away, he was strapped in and the man was coming in an instant like some kind of unstoppable monster.
His axe came swinging up from the ground, and he clenched his eyes tightly as he accepted the inevitable. The Axe came up at an angle and it cleaved clean through his flesh, the bones and body proved absolutely no resistance and his entire body was chopped in two. Half of his body, cut at a gruesome angle with from one shoulder to his waist, with gruesome bit of flesh littering the area. The scene was disgusting and bloody, and not one that could be easily described without being disgusting and crude. Rather use your imagination, as Elias hit the ground and would be clear he would live no longer.
Demon, his horse, freaked out. Half of the mage's body remained strapped onto the horse, and it slumped over, leaking it's blood all over the horse's mane. The mage had the smallest shred of life in his as he was looking back on his life, all the events and actions that lead him here, all the silly things all the needlessly dramatic things, all the self promoting and all the crying. His exquisite poses, his whiny moments of self-doubt, everything. His entire life flashed before his eyes, and he only had one thought. Completely fabulous.
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Lynessa
Manakete
"I am glad Ilia doesn't have summer..."
Posts: 92
Profession: Tavern owner, housewife
Affinity: Ice
Dragon Element: Ice
OoC Alias: Mana
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Post by Lynessa on Jan 15, 2014 6:09:04 GMT -6
"Wait, that doesn't like a good idea. You could...." Lynessa watched when Hal made some brave jump down toward the reindeer. Nothing she could do to stop the brave young man, he had decided to take risk to avenge his friend. "Okay...don't blame me if I fail, though." He then survived the fall and continued with beating the reindeer, which amazed the ice dragon.
The ice dragon flew close to the reindeer but didn't involve herself in the beating match. She wanted to be there if Hal fell, or if the beast died and he had to fall. Looking down at the ground battle, she then let out a sad growl as she watched Satan Claws got his first kill. One hero had fallen, his sacrifice would not be forgotten, his crimson legacy would continue, but he might not be the last one. She couldn't know which side needed more help, but maybe the ground fighter would be alright since Taiel was here so helping Hal seemed to be more important now.
Lynessa flapped her wings harder and faster. She positioned herself to block the reindeer, who flew toward random direction. There was a sharp pain when the beast bumped into her right side, its horns pierced through her scales and hurt her insides. But this was a perfect chance because the beast was stuck. Now Hal could punch it easier and aiming to land a fatal hit to slay the reindeer would be possible.
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Post by Butorega on Jan 15, 2014 12:11:07 GMT -6
“The jolly man was toying with me”, spoke Butorega out loud as he was shoved backwards. It seemed that Santa Claws had another target. The jolly man quickly rushed towards the mage. “Where do you think you are going”, shouted Butorega as he chased after him. Butorega eyes widen as he saw the man’s target. Oh crap thought the brigand.
“Out of the way mage”, shouted Butorega, but it was too late. The jolly man had cut him into two. Suddenly it clicked. This was not your normal opponent. Santa Claws was far more powerful than he had imagined. He was easily taking blows from everyone around him and dealing out damage far greater than Butorega could. The jolly man was having fun with him, and that very fact pissed Butorega off.
“Die you overweight geezer”, shouted Butorega as he jumped into the air bringing down his axe with all his weight . The brigand aimed to hit Santa Claw’s spine. A hit three could end the fight thought Butorega did not like the idea of attacking from behind. Attacking from the front however was no longer viable. If he could cut that mage into two then he could do the same to Butorega. Still Butorega owned the dead guy something. When old jolly had given him a deep wound he healed it up with his staff. Butorega had to take down the jolly man, or at the very least die trying.
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Lisa Aurora
Recruit
When you give your word on the lance, you give your word on your Honor.
Posts: 63
Profession: Blacksmith and Lance for Hire.
OoC Alias: The Crimson Rose
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Post by Lisa Aurora on Jan 15, 2014 12:16:07 GMT -6
Quickly grabbing the other lance that was by her, she would stumble to get up as fast as she could. It seemed that her last attack just meerly tickled that massive opponent. He would remind her of a Beserker that was doing weight lifting way to much on his free time. Stepping a few steps back, she would try to stay out of his weapons attack range. Her eyes scanned him, looking for any weak points and to her dismay there seemed to be none. The battlefield seemed to go quiet for her as she began to muster up the courage to do another drive at him.
Taking a few more steps back, she would exhale greatly and bolt forward. This was going to hurt her greatly for what she had planned for the massive giant before them. Once she was in range of attacking, she would lower the tip of her lance down at the foot of Satan Claws, Driving it into his foot making it a bit harder to move and with the momentum that she had built, she would leap into the lance that was still sticking out of Satan Claw's Side. The wood shaft pierced her armor like she thought it would, but it would also make the iron lance go deeper into his body then the previous attempt to attack him. If he moved out of the way, she would simply have her lance aimed at his knee to drive it or fail at both of the actions all together.
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Post by Plot Device on Jan 15, 2014 13:46:24 GMT -6
Satan Claw's body still burned from being set ablaze, curse that darn mage but at least he was dealt with. With the two charging towards him he didn't have to revert the axe into the shield and lance combo, with the damage he took he would be too slow to use it anyways. He was in a lose lose situation right now, he leaned towards the right letting Butorega's axe cut into his shoulder as he swung his own axe at Lisa charging towards him.
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Lisa Aurora
Recruit
When you give your word on the lance, you give your word on your Honor.
Posts: 63
Profession: Blacksmith and Lance for Hire.
OoC Alias: The Crimson Rose
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Post by Lisa Aurora on Jan 15, 2014 14:11:15 GMT -6
The axe went into her armour stopping at the spine. She would slowly look down at the head of the axe as blood began to pour out of her mouth. Breathing was starting to become harder as one of her lungs was cut to badly to be healed. With the lance in her still, she would lift it aiming at the jolly man's face. More specific, was aiming it right for his left eye. Since this was the last thing that she could do before falling in the battlefield. She thrusted the lance forward aiming for it's target to help make it harder for him to see his targets. Sliding off the axe, she hit the ground which was covered in blood from many people. Lisa looked around as everything began to become blury, but she could see Butorega. Lifting up her hand towards him, she would smile and tried to talk. But the only thing that came out of it was gurgeling.
The hand that was going for Buto now fell with dead weight as her head rolled to the one side. Lisa had fallen from the creature from hell. Many have now fallen in this battlefield. The last thought that ran through her mind was the day Victor rescued her from Dragon's Peak.
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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 Jan 15, 2014 14:53:50 GMT -6
From his position Edrick watched the man cut the other mage in two. Clean off of his horse. He then watched in horror as he turned and killed a woman just bluntly killed her. This was enough. He'd gone too far. ENOUGH OF THIS! Edrick Shouted. He began to bring up more spells, he started pouring his energy into them, even sacrificing some of his life force and soul. This man had to fall. He then sent multiple blobs of dark energy at the demonic man. He then sent magic into the ground to try to come up and snare around his legs, hopefully keeping him in place for him to be defeated.
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Post by Mana on Jan 15, 2014 15:16:03 GMT -6
It was like the time had stopped at the moment Satan Claws brought down his axe. Had she wasn't too exhausted from the last attack she could have prevented that, maybe even traded her own life if it could save Elias from his demise. Her scream of sorrow stopped in her throat, it was like she lost her ability to speak. Tears rolling down her cheek, her knees losing their strength, and the blade slipping out of her grip when Elias' body hit the ground. What he had done to deserve it? Why he had to be brutally killed by this monster? Today she lost a friend, a dear friend.
Mana was too shocked, Elias's death hurt her more than all wounds from her previous fight with the elves combined. She alwats wanted to be strong to protect her friends and loved ones. What happened? Why she couldn't protect him? There was no reason that could stop her from blaming herself. Maybe she shouldn't have felt happy when he came, but no way she knew he would suffer a cruel fate. "No, this can be happening....No, don't think you can walk away with that...." Now her mind was filled with anger and revenge, those honest and kind look in eyes were replaced with a glare full with killing intent. She couldn't feel the fatique anymore as her mind became focused to only one person, Satan Claws must die. She raised her thunder sword once again and drew Falcatta. What he had done, who he had murdered, the demon would pay with his life. No, she would definitely make him suffer for eternity, this devil didn't deserve a quick death.
Mana didn't let out a roar like she usually did, her movement was faster but lacked the fluidity it usually had, the way she brought the two swords lacked the elegance it usually had. Why should bother about those things? She thought. Without wasting any second to think, she made a crazy dash toward the Satan Claws. No tricks or techniques, she would give a frontal attack. "Don't get on my way! He is mine!!!" she shouted to the two fighters attacking Satan Claws. And she was seriously considering about killing them if they dared to get on her way. Yeah, the swordswoman had lost her mind.
When she was finally close enough, Mana dived low toward his feet. The Sacaen swordswoman didn't aim for his leg, though. As soon as she felt she had been low enough, the girl stopped the rush and brought the two swords upward as she jumped. What she had in mind? She was trying butcher him with a barrage of slashes. The Falcatta had pierced dragon scales once so she hoped it would be able to cut deep into his body as well, and the thunder sword was kept releasing thunder although the power was far weaker compared with what it had showed the first time.
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Post by Butorega on Jan 15, 2014 15:36:24 GMT -6
Butorega was prepared to attack again. The jolly man had killed Lisa. He wanted to end his life as he ended hers bloody and in pain, but as he prepared to swing when he heard a voice screaming for him to move.
“He is mine”, the voice shouted. Butorega could tell from the tone that this person was serious. The brigand pulled back as the maiden unleashed a torrent of slashes. A swordmaster thought Butorega as he enjoyed the fact that he chose wisely. The maiden probably would have cut him down if he did not move. Dying in this place was not on the brigands mind. Butorega however kept a keen eye on Santa. He was hoping to dash in and get a good blow when the opportunity presented itself.
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Venessa Blackthorn
Wyvern Rider
(╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
Posts: 50
Profession: Etrurian Scout, 2nd Light Armor Divsion
OoC Alias: The Black Rider
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Post by Venessa Blackthorn on Jan 15, 2014 18:58:21 GMT -6
All the Elves have left those who were still alive alone now. Crawling out from underneath the Dragon who all but covered her, her hand landed on a steel lance. A faint smile came to her face as she used the Steel lance like a crutch to hold herself up. She would watch as the female in red armor hit the ground dying. Then another female, a swordswoman began to unleash a flurry of attacks upon Satan Claws threatening anyone who got anywhere near him to attack that she would strike them down even faster. So the wyvern rider kept her distance. Leaning against the dragon's side now, she would simply watch still until Satan Claws either died, or he repels her back with his might alone.
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