Fargus
Hunter
When life chooses to give you lemons, you shoot arrows at your lemons...
Posts: 31
Profession: Mercenary bowman
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: jjmyers0199
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Post by Fargus on Dec 22, 2016 18:17:35 GMT -6
Fargus just stood at the side speechless. It was true, he knew he couldn't fight by himself, but he knew that he couldn't rely on others forever. He knew that he had to take action some way or another. "He's right...I must do things...with the help of others!" he said to himself. But he sighed, and looked at the heroes. "Whats the use? I'm no hero...I'm just what that guy said...just a boy...a foolish boy who only gets in the way of others...If only I was as strong as those guys...maybe I could make a difference...maybe I won't be one eyed....maybe...my parents would still" He then stopped and sighed. He knew that thinking about the past won't help with the situation.
Thats when he saw the giant red man getting ready to drive a giant axe into the novice that he just rescued. Fargus began to run in her direction. No...not this time!he thought as he pushed the Novice out of the way, taking the blow of the axe square on his back.
Fargus then knelled in the snow, now stained by his blood. He looked over at the Novice, then the rest of the heroes. "I've...been nothing but...a burden...to the rest of you...so I leave...the rest...up...to...you...I'm sorry mother...father...I wasn't...strong enough....to protect...them..." He then collapsed in his blood as his life left his body.
Another snow clone saw the kill from the field. "So...the weak one has perished...pitiful." It then pointed its bow at the Shaman. "...And this one will join him too...in death." it said as it nocked an arrow and fired at the Shaman.
(OOC: As stated before, combat with the "snow clones" (hunter classes) is PvP)
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Shugo
Wyvern Rider
RETIRED
The world is a dark and lonely place. That is why it is our duty to bring some light to the world.
Posts: 271
Profession: Kid
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Shugo on Dec 22, 2016 18:29:42 GMT -6
Late, thought Shugo to himself as he witness the massive snowman crumble. The rider wanted to fight against the monster, but he was far to busy with things on his end. By the time he arrived to the area where the other heroes battled the beast was already slain. Still that did not mean that Shugo had to only sit around and watch. There was still a lot of fighting to do. The Heroes needed to push thought the enemies ranks and take down there jolly king. There were a few elves left and Shugo was keen on taking a few more of there lives.
As Shugo advance he noticed a young girl rushing across the snow. From what he could tell she was moving to aid another hero in the battle. Shugo had noticed the mage firing bolts at the snow beast, but now he was down for the count. However the others were moving to his aid, like the mage had done for him. Looking at the entire event however it was clear to Shugo that the young maiden was not going to get to him first. Still he applaud her effort. He wondered if she was like him. Another poor soul who had lost much and was now trying to make a difference in the world. Looking at the eye patch Shugo could not help but feel that they both might share a similar pain.
"No time for that", spoke Shugo to himself. He had no idea what was running thought his mind, but there was a battle to be had. Shugo turned his eyes back toward the enemy commander. The fat man seemed to be acting differently now. Shugo was not sure what he was planning, but the gigantic leap in the air told him enough. The creature jumped with such force that it left shugo breathless. As the creature descended toward the ground his path was clear. "No", shouted Shugo as he began to sprint toward the girl with all haste. He could not let him, he could not let the jolly man end the young novice life. However Shugo was too slow. He was too far back to reach her in time. However the Hunter, the young archer with the eye patch, lots of those around these days, had jumped in. He heroically sacraficed himself to save the young girl, a move Shugo would not soon forget.
As the young lad lay in the snow bleeding out he spoke something about himself. It was a downer speech. It downplayed the true hero that he was. Shugo did not even bother to listen to his words. Such words did not fit his heroic action and thus Shugo would not take them in. He needed the young lad to be perfect. The ideal he chased so frantically.
Without skipping a beat Shugo charged past the young hunter's bleeding body. "Die monster you don't belong in this world", shouted Shugo as he rushed in to attempt a stab with his dragonspear. He was well aware that he was at a disadvantage, but in truth Shugo could care less.
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Post by Mila on Dec 23, 2016 19:31:08 GMT -6
OOC- Seeing as how we are on page 4. I think enough time has passed for Mila to return to consciousness.
She felt movement. It was strange.. to feel moment even though she was aware that she wasn't moving. Her head felt like a giant swirl of thoughts mixed with fog and mud. She felt pain. Then numbness. Then cold. The mage's hand twitched slightly. Sound was starting to return to her. She could hear shouting muddled by the familiar sound of combat. What was I doing? That was the first thought in her head. She opened her eyes slowly. She couldn't see anything at first. She closed her eyes and opened them again. She could see white. The snow on the ground. Then a set of boots and some legs. Oh, she was on someone's shoulder facing down. The noises were growing louder now. Another blink another piece of the world became clearer.
"N..huu.."Ah. Yes. How eloquent. It was at this point that she realized she knew this particular set of legs. And the shirt her nose was currently tucked into. She knew this scent. She spent a night enveloped by this scent.
"Ryu.." She muttered. She wriggled a bit within his grasp. Then lifted her head up to see what was going on. She appeared to be a fair bit away from the main fighting. The bulk of her comrades were off in the center fighting a snow monster. She could see the familiar white hair of Vincent and the darker hair of Don. They seemed to make a good team, it reminded her of salt and pepper. Both their magic weapons were being put through the wringer.
"I'm awake. You can put me down." She needed to get down. She needed to be on her feet. She had to make her way back. She needed to help her friends. Slowly, she slid off of her assassin's shoulder. She landed on her two legs and promptly buckled under her own weight. Looks like not every part of her had woken up. She shook herself and forced herself to stand. Again the world started to slip between blurry and clear. Her hand was over her face and she tried her hardest to focus. It was at this point she could see what she had done. The walls and giant chasm she imagined made a reality by the power of Gaea. She could see the fighters making use of the strategic divide in warriors. She closed her eyes again. Come on.. Mila!
The battle had become increasingly more chaotic. Balls and spears of ice were flying all over the place. Crashing and landing in the snow covered ground or in some cases into people. But her body.. she couldn't do anything.. It was exhausted and demanded that she rest more. Mila pulled from her pouch a jug of nectar. She took a sip at first. Savoring the flavors of the sweetness. The sugars in the nectar seemed to revitalize her. She then promptly chugged the rest of it as if she had never had anything that good in her whole life. Now all she had to do was wait. Wait for the nectar and concoction combo to do it's job in replenishing the energy she had lost. She needed to wait for her body to catch up with her mind. She watched the world around her.
The foul red thing on the other end of the chasm had made it's move. It ignored the distance of the gap and jumped at the fighters with a single bound. His mighty war axe descended down upon some unlucky human. Oh my gods. She could feel the tremor of that man thing's strength from all the way over here. OH MY GODS.
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Ravvus Wiseau
Mage
We will not stop until I have bested you at least once. My pride simply won't allow any alternative.
Posts: 207
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Ravvus/Luba/Rowan
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Post by Ravvus Wiseau on Dec 23, 2016 21:15:56 GMT -6
Ravvus fell to the earth, now on all fours. He could feel a lurching feeling in his gut, as something forced its way up his throat and spilled out his mouth. Vomit. He jerked forward, coughing a pale, brown matter into the white flecks of snow. The mage wiped his lower lip, smearing the residual fluid across the back of his hand.
Ravvus reached upwards tentatively. His fingers slipped around the projectile embedded in his eye and pulled, trying to remove it. A spiking pain shot throughout his entire body and Ravvus' fingers leapt from the snowball, as if having just gripped a super heated piece of metal. ”Aaarrgggg!” He groaned, exhausted and in pain.
He glanced, upwards, trying to make sense of an upside down world. Donovan had just managed to finish off Frosty and was hastily sprinting in the mage's direction. Was he concerned? A thought so amusing, Ravvus wanted to let out a cynical laugh. But he couldn't, he was in touch much pain. It wasn't like the green mercenary had never seen an ally die.
Across the battlefield, another figure made its way towards the mage. A small, pink haired girl. She was also missing an eye. Ravvus wanted to laugh at that too, but his body wouldn't let him.
The next part was much less funny.
The red giant who had, until now, sat across the chasm, leapt forward with inhuman strength and wickedness. It swung its mighty battleaxe at the girl, intent on splitting her in twain, only for another combatant, a bowman, to intercept the blow. How his body managed to remain in one piece after such a monstrous strike, the mage did not know. But the blow ended the archer's life nonetheless. Funny, Ravvus' good eye was beginning to lose its vision, but he could see a piece of cloth covering the archer's face. He too had lost an eye. It seemed Ravvus was destined to die amongst the company of right-eyed cyclopes.
Light failed his right eye. The mage couldn't see anything. He couldn't see. He'd die in this arena if his vision failed him. Ravvus gripped the spiked projectile again, this time with a hand infused with magic. He squeezed on the frozen missile, fingers melting through the projectile until the fiery fingers clamped against his palm and singed his flesh. Even though the obstruction was gone, he still couldn't see. In fact, casting that spell made him feel heavier, more tired.
”I just-” Ravvus sputtered, sprawling out across the snowy ground. ”Let me rest for a moment... I just need to rest.” He slumped in the snow, lying on his cheek, as his sense of touch and smell began to fade. "Reina... Duma... Min..." He muttered as he lost consciousness and his body failed him.
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Dec 23, 2016 21:19:33 GMT -6
Chelsea was continuing her rapid fire assault on the snowmen on the other side of the crack when an icy arrow flew by her arm. Turning, she first thought it was the same hunter from before. It technically was, but in a snow clone version. Well, you don't see that every day. Then again, everything here was something she'd never seen before. Starting to wonder if coming to this arena was a good idea, the redhead turned Spirit around and let fly three arrows in rapid fashion at the snow hunter, the first two aimed at center mass and the last at it's head. Hopefully, that would be enough to put it down.
The ranger had planned to fire more arrows at it when the big guy decided to finally make a move. She couldn't believe her eyes as she watched something that big leap the gap as easily as he seemed to. Thankfully, she was able to snap herself out of it before it was too late. Digging heels into Spirit, she was able to have the horse put some distance between her and him. Thanks to her father and Altani, Chelsea had become a decent melee fighter, but she would always rely on her bow first.
Wanting to make sure she wasn't hit while focusing on the giant man, Chelsea fired one last arrow at the snow hunter before turning back to the man in red. She wasn't quite sure where would be best to aim on him, so fired an arrow at his center mass and waited to see how he reacted.
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Post by Donovan on Dec 24, 2016 23:16:00 GMT -6
The silver tongued mercenary slowed his sprint as he saw the man in red leap the divide. It was effortless. But not as effortless as cutting down the one eyed hunter. With a single blow, the boy’s soul had fled his body. Upon seeing such a clear death, Donovan realized one thing for certain. Anyone near that monster was most definitely dead. And he wouldn’t be able to take that creature down. Definitely not by himself. A red haired ranger fired her bow at the Man in Red. But he knew that it would only catch the monster’s attention at best. He needed to team up with the others again. They needed to use their magic weapons and do to this monster what they did to Frosty. But they’d need Mila’s help for that to work. They needed to have more of their powerful allies join them in this fight. “Where the hell is Anzu?” The Taguel would have made all the difference in this fight.
So rather than throw his life away when Fragarach didn’t even have the energy for another attack of that size, Donovan did something he was always prone to do in situations as blatantly suicidal as this. He ran. With purpose, sure. But he ran, none the less. He sprinted as quickly as he could to Mila’s side and desperately wished that Perun were here to help him in this fight. Their coordination would have helped immensely. “Mila. Tell me you’ve got the juice left to help us take out that big son of a b**ch over there.”
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Post by Mila on Dec 25, 2016 19:57:18 GMT -6
"If i've got enough juice?" Mila wasn't sure if Donny was making a pun or if he just didn't know she had just finished chugging down a jug of nectars. But the question still needed to be answered.
"Donny are you kidding me? Did you not see the big ass crater thing?! I need at least a days worth of rest before I can even conjure a breeze." She spoke with a hurried voice.
"Or at least enough time until the stupid concoction I just drank kicks into high gear." She pulled her staff from it's holster. Her eyes widened and she shoved Donny out of the way of an incoming imp. Armed with what appeared to be a dagger made of blood and bone.. at least that's what Mila assumed it was. She knew few things that made a white and red stripped pattern like that. The little bastard lunged at Donny from behind. One of the few remaining imps that lingered on on this end of the arena. Mila quickly moved her hand towards the bottom end of her staff and swung the rod. She did so in the motion that a baseball player or like of a man swinging a large club.
*Bink* The metal rod met the imps body and was sent flying. Mila wasn't sure how far the little critter went but anywhere was better then here.
"Point is I need some more time. I've got magical barrier ruin thing in my bag. Might be able to stall." She spoke, she was out of breath now then she was previously. Magical Seal Barrier thing.. yes totally the right word for it.
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Post by Gar on Dec 27, 2016 6:59:18 GMT -6
Gar watched the red man cross the entire chasm in one leap. It was quite the sight. As his eyes followed the red man, he was launching an attack on the young novice with one eye, the one who tried to jump the chasm as well but didn’t have quite as much success with the feat. Attacking the weak ones first? Very classy. The other trainee with an eyepatch intercepted the blow. A heroic effort indeed. It seemed that there was another death in the area.
Gar was pissed. He had spent all this time slaying snow creatures in order to give the heroes a solid chance for an assault. All to be ruined by the big red man’s one fel swoop. Gar spoke through gritted teeth. “Are you freaking kidding me?” Gar turned and stomped off the bridge, back to the heroes side. He was now behind the redhaired ranger who was simultaneously shooting arrows at the big red man and fighting off a hunter. No. That wasn’t the trainee, it was an imitation of the one who had just been killed by the monster axe blow.
Now why would the elves choose a trainee to mimic? Why didn’t they pick the little hero of Sacae? Or this ranger here? Or me for goodness sake? What am I not good enough? It had begun to feel like a slight against his strength, and Gar didn’t like it one bit. He began to move, crunching snow under his boots. He was closing the gap between him and the man in red, but he was going to make a pit stop first. As he passed the Ranger he spoke. “Allow me.” He gripped his axe as he closed the distance with the clone.
He hadn’t seen if the ranger’s arrows had connected, but he expected them to at least keep the trainee off balance. Gar raised his axe and dropped it in a diagonal swipe. It was aimed at where the neck met the shoulder. This engagement was more of an afterthought. He had other things on his mind. Things regarding a certain monstrous red clad being.
An idea came to the berserker’s mind. Gar turned back toward the redhaired ranger. “Think you and your steed could give me a ride over there?” He raised a hand pointing to where the others were engaged with the red man. He needed to cross the field quickly. He knew he whould need to bring June’s power to the other heroes.
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Post by Plot Device on Dec 29, 2016 22:15:24 GMT -6
Satan Claw's axe had hit a different target than he was aiming for but it still did it's job of crossing somebody off the naughty list. Applying pressure onto the boy's body until it hit the ground before letting out his demonic laugh "Ho ho ha ha ha!" There had been another naughty little child charging at him, trying to run his lance through the man in red. Letting go of the axe in the boy's body Satan Claws quickly grabbed the lance and began to lift Shugo off of the ground to slam him behind Satan Claws when an arrow had struck him in the right shoulder.
The sudden jolt of pain caused the man to stop trying to lift Shugo, returning him back to the ground after lifting him an inch or two. Reaching behind himself with his left hand he snapped the shaft of the arrow as he attempted to lift Shugo once again, this time one handed while looking back at Chelsea glaring at her.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Dec 30, 2016 11:51:44 GMT -6
The massive snow beast crumbled to the ground with the final blow from the tall swordsman with the Wind Edge, and Selibas turned as Curtana's light began to fade, the golden white light dimming. "Don't know how long we can keep that up Huringren, I'm saving you for when I need you." From the strange piece of Selibas' consciousness between his thoughts and the world around him that he percieved came the voice of the ancient Warrior who spoke, 'Let it be so, Selibas.' Selibas quickly stuck the hilt into its sheathe, and produced his saber.
Surveying the field, horror gripped him. The monstrosity in red leaped from his perch into the field, and left the wolf's mouth agape as he dropped the hammer on them, had he not carried an axe, literally. Selibas watched as the little girl who should not have been fighting was saved by the sacrifice of the boy who shouldn't have been there. It was the same boy who'd received a lashing from Selibas only moments ago, and now he was dead, the warmth from his blood seeping through the snow around his frail body. The Khan hadn't been able to save him. It burnt his insides as he watched the boy die, but he was taken from a stillness by the voice that had called him before, asking the blue haired Magi if she could conjure anything capable of finishing him.
Selibas turned to the pair when the woman seemed to give an exasperated no to her companion. Calling out to them, Selibas looked back at the beast as he plucked another child off the ground. "You need time, I'll get ya time." With that the Khan began to stalk towards the wretch, following his gaze to Chelsea. The wolf silently willed her to stay out of the bearded man's way, but then returned his eyes to the ugly brute.
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Post by Donovan on Dec 30, 2016 13:25:09 GMT -6
Time. Everyone always needed more time. Of course she needed more time, she’d reshaped half of the freaking arena — which was really cool, but not half as cool as the giant demon fat man leaping across her death pit like it was nothing close to a distraction. “Mila, come on, you’re a powerful sage, right? You will definitely be able to bounce back. Just. You know. Do it quickly. No rush, though.” With a surprise twist, Mila saved Don from an Imp attempting to stab him in the back with a swift clank of her cane.
Donovan rushed to where it had landed and the creature jumped at his leg. He let it get close enough to scrape its candy cane blade against his shin guards. Then he kicked it, hard, in the face. Don ran toward his little foe before before slashing downwards at it’s head. The small elf attempted to parry the mercenary’s attack, but was surprised to find the ancient blade’s wind push it’s weaponized candy aside, allowing Donovan’s attack free to cut cleanly through small monster’s head.
Donovan turned back toward Mila and saw the Little Wolf standing beside her. If Salinas was going to go toward the battle to give Mila time to recuperate then the silver tongue supposed he would as well. He felt a kinship to the green haired hero, it seemed to be the closest thing to fighting beside Perun that was an option here. “We'll get you the time you need, Blue. I mean, I can’t just let you take all the glory here, Little Wolf. If you draw his attention, I’ll hit it from behind. Unless you’ve got a better idea?”
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Shugo
Wyvern Rider
RETIRED
The world is a dark and lonely place. That is why it is our duty to bring some light to the world.
Posts: 271
Profession: Kid
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Shugo on Dec 30, 2016 20:22:57 GMT -6
With a heart filled with rage and a firm target in mind shugo rushed forward into danger to slay the red monster. However his attempt failed epicly as the beast simply grabbed his spear. With a great physical force the monster began to lift Shugo off the ground. The very sight sent a wave of fear down the young rider spine. He began to thin of the man who was now dead in the snow and began to realize the same was going to happen to him. Shugo had no idea what horrors this jolly man had planned, but he was soon going to find out. It was a good thing that fate had different plans. As the jolly man began to lift Shugo another combatants attack hit him in the shoulder. That strike caused the man to loss strength and send Shugo back to the ground. However it did not last long as the fat man attempted to strike out again, but this time with one arm.
"No", shouted Shugo as he began to resist. His mind began to run a thousand miles a hour. He was sure that no one was going to save him this time and if he simply let the situation play out like last time he was sure his demise was going to come. As a result Shugo did the only thing he could do. He abandoned his lance. Letting go of the lance. As the lance shot up Shugo drew upon his next best weapon, his shield. With the same raging furry that had filled his soul when Luna died Shugo rushed forward in a attempt to slam his shield into the jolly man's knee. His goal was to strike the knee and force the man to buckle and then aim the shield to strike the center of the jolly man's face. It probably would not kill him, but at the very least he could wound him. The others could use the opportunity to strike at him as needed.
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Leiva
Novice
I won't always be bad, so I won't stop 'till I stand by as your equal, okay?
Posts: 53
Profession: Apprentice Thief
Affiliation: None
Profile: Leiva's Profile
OoC Alias: Jo
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Post by Leiva on Dec 31, 2016 1:22:54 GMT -6
Vicious. That was the only word that could possibly describe the brutality and determination with which Satan Claws's ax descended down upon Leiva's head. The helpless novice stared up at the evilly glinting and gleaming ax for a helpless, horrifying moment, eyes wide in terror, retinas soaking up every detail of the horrid creature and its equally disturbing weapon. She had to move. She had to move. Move, damn it, move! Leiva screamed at herself to move, her mind surging with terror, but for all of the force of her fear, her muscles would not move. Her feet remained firmly planted in the soft snow, and she just about accepted her fate when somebody slammed into her, forcing the air from her lungs and throwing her into the snow. The would-be thief watched in horror as the ax cleaved the hunter boy, warm blood spilling from the massive, vicious wound and coating the snow around him in a steaming red puddle. Her eyes followed the hunter's corpse as it collapsed into the precipitate, Leiva's eyes wide, her hands trembling, every fiber of her being screaming for her to get up and run, but she couldn't. She was frozen solid. She couldn't make herself move, and she felt completely and utterly helpless. She wanted to get up and fight the monster, she wanted to get up and run, she wanted to scream and cry, but she could do none of this. And as the helpless Sacaen watched in utter terror, everything suddenly exploded into motion. She saw another boy with lavender hair scream out and lunge at the massive creature who had just killed the poor hunter, thrusting his spear forth and attempting to stab the monster to no avail. She saw the mage who had been struck in the eye collapse into the snow and lose consciousness, she saw the mercenary who had boosted her out of the chasm run off toward an unknown figure, and she saw a rather short but threatening-looking green-clad man stalk toward her monstrous assailant, all at once. The novice, within the suddenly dynamic chaos, somehow found the willpower to scramble shakily to her feet and back off, giving Satan Claws a fairly wide berth. After determining she had gotten far enough away from the creature, the novice observed the field. Unfortunately, once again, she found herself unable to find a situation in which she could be useful, at least at the offset. However, as she looked more closely, she found that the lavender-haired boy who had attacked Satan Claws earlier was now assailing the monster's knees with his massive shield, supposedly aiming to buy the other fighters some time. That was a cause Leiva could get behind, but she was so weak. She was weak and scared and she knew that if she aggro'd the massive jolly creature in the same way she was sure to put the hunter's sacrifice to waste, but she had to do something. She couldn't just be a burden unto all of her peers. She had to help out somehow... Leiva's hand gripped the hilt of her sheathed sword. This was so frustrating. This was so stupid. She was being so, so stupid. The novice sprinted forward, back toward the festive monster, and drew her sword. As Leiva approached, she really got a grasp of how truly massive the monster was. With glowing red eyes and rippling muscles, coupled with its massive stature, the monster was surely a force to be reckoned with. But surely, it had a weakness. Something to be exploited, even by one as small and helpless as Leiva... Nothing appeared to be immediately obvious, but she was sure she could draw attention away from the others. Even if he targeted her again, even if she... even if she died, she could at least buy her comrades some time. The novice picked up the pace and sprinted toward the leg of the monster that the purple-haired warrior was not attacking and leveled her sword toward Satan Claws's leg. As she approached the creature, she found it harder and harder to continue on. The festive demon's stature was not getting any smaller the closer Leiva got to it, and she had to swallow down a few embarrassing, fearful whimpers. Despite her fear, however, she found the strength to continue sprinting toward the monstrous creature. Now! Leiva stopped short just in front of Satan Claws's leg for only a beat before thrusting her sword into the monster's leg, burying the blade as far into the demon's flesh as she possibly could before she once more sprinted off to the left, running along and uncomfortably close to the edge of the massive chasm. She could only hope that she had provided an ample diversion as her fear forced power into her legs, carrying her faster and farther than they would be able to under normal circumstances.
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Post by Vincent on Dec 31, 2016 16:53:16 GMT -6
Vincent rolled his shoulders as he charged the ice construct. One of the very few remaining munchkins around this side of the gap and it just had to fight with him. Peering past the construct he had a laugh all to himself as he realized the creature was straining to maintain the monster. Its eyes were clenched shut and veins were bulging in its neck.
With a firm kick he knocked the construct over and stepped right over it before beheading the creature. "Alright. I think this side is cl-" He cut himself short as the man in red leaped the gap crashing down onto the side of the group. "For the love of..." He sighed before realizing the dire truth. Two of their own had fallen. A pain twinged in his chest "You! YOU! YOU BASTARD!!!"
Letting the berserker take over as he rushed forward both blades at the ready. 'If you won't open your power to me then I will simply break the seals with my own force!'
'Boy! This is foolish! Do NOT be clouded by emotion!'
'These feelings give me the will you crave so much so do NOT chide me!'
The blade grew silent as he approached the man in red. The beast stood next to the gap after all. Even if he jumped it once he was off his feet it was impossible to not fall. With a hard leap Vincent intended to tackle the monster with both blades and either wound it greatly or send him into the pit. Vincent had a way out possibly but he doubted the beast did. "Just DIE!"
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Post by Mila on Jan 1, 2017 14:24:20 GMT -6
And then Donny left her to buy her more time. Mila shook her head. Good lord she still felt dizzy. She opened up her eyes again and saw that the man in Red had taken yet another life. She gritted her teeth. This thing was going to kill them all if she didn't do anything! And now that thing had it's sights set on the rider archer lady. No! No! Mila couldn't let that thing claim yet another soul. She was a monster hunter damn it! A researcher of all things creepy, crawly, and chaos causing. She needed to get herself together. She needed the gods damned potion to kick in already!
"Buy me as much time as you can! And Don't die!" Please. Don't die.
Then she saw Vincent charging at the thing. Then someone with pink hair and another with purple. What is it with everyone charging head first into the gigantic axe hammer wielding demon of death? Had everyone lost their wits? Was her gigantic pit cavern totally useless? Now she was just furious at the whole thing. She grabbed her Gaea tome and took some steps forward. She had the demon man in her sights and now she just needed to rework the focus she had earlier. She needed to.. do something. Ah, there was that head pain again.
She dug deep and did her best to pull herself together. She started to channel her magic once again. She let out a series of deep breaths. Slowly, she was starting to feel better. The sugars of the drink were starting to work their way into her blood and replenish some of her energy. She kept her breathing steady. Focus. She muttered to herself. Once again, she was charging her magic. She had a new idea of what she wanted to do. Something that would hold the red man down directly. Now all she had to do was hope and pray nothing hit her while she was charging.
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