Post by Chelsea Dagger on Jan 2, 2017 22:02:19 GMT -6
Well, that did pretty much nothing. Chelsea hadn't expected a whole lot, but all her arrow seemed to do was annoy him. Fantastic. Maybe there was a certain spot on him that would be vulnerable. His eyes, maybe, or his throat. That would be a tough shot, though, especially with him moving all around like his way. The beast stared her down and she returned the look, but didn't shoot again. She saw Selibas looking at her out of the corner of her eye and understood his intention.
So, instead of shooting at him again, the ranger looked around. Most people's attention was focused on the giant, with reason, but he wasn't alone. There were still a few of the imps running around, and a couple of the snowmen. Chelsea decided to make sure those attacking the man in red didn't have to worry about them, and could focus solely on him. But where to start?
The answer to that came when she heard the mage from earlier call out. It appeared Selibas and the guy with the graying hair were trying to give her as much time as possible to do something. Probably cast some sort of spell. Nudging Spirit, the redhead rode up behind the girl. She didn't speak, as she didn't want to risk disturbing her channeling. Instead, she readied an arrow and let it fly into the head of an imp that had been headed towards the mage. Chelsea drew another arrow and looked around. Who else felt like an arrow to the head?
Gar watched as the ranger rode off to back up the group near the red man. Gar sighed. Must not have heard me. Oh well. Old fashioned way it is. To be fair, Gar didn’t even know if he could’ve kept his balance on the horse. But that was irrelevant now. Gar focused on the group of heroes around the red one.They weren’t too far, Gar could make it there soon enough on his own two feet. He started to run toward the group, his eyes traced the situation as he approached. Gar’s turquoise coat was fluttering behind him with each step.
The group consisted mostly of swordsmen and a couple kids. The silver haired one from the adventure of a lifetime was engaging the monstrosity alongside a purple haired spearman and the young novice who jumped the gap. The wielder of the wind sword was there as well, he was speaking to the sage lady. Gar eventually made it to where he was in earshot of the majority of the group.
We have to stop this thing from killing anyone else. June's response was succinct and direct.I will do that which I am capable of. The end result depends on how you and these heroes combine your capabilities.
“ You all may not know me, but try to keep close. My axe here can give us the strength we need.” Gar gestured to Junzentaru, before drawing upon the weapon’s power. The weapon pulsed with a light that spread and travelled up the berserker’s forearms. Gar’s pupils narrowed as he shifted focus from his allies to the red man.
He took steps forward, straight into the kill zone so to speak. He lifted June over his head and leapt. While he was in the air he tightened his core muscles and brought both hands down. The glowing axe cut through the air, directed at Satan Claws’ head. Gar let out a bit of a shout as he swung the axe.
It was crunch time now. She could see the ranger approaching her and she was covering her back. Good. She'd have to remember to thank the woman later. If they both made it out of this alive. The sailor who was guarding the bridge had moved from his position to provide support to the others. His holy ax apparently had some power to boost strength or perhaps the morale of others. She remembered Xigshaw having a similar property that allowed whomever it's wielder was to wield the weapon regardless of strength. An ax that had the ability to manipulate will power... a property of light magic. Mila was glad to see him join the others. Perhaps with everyone mobbing him and with what she was about to do maybe.. just maybe they might have a shot at killing the bastard.
She gritted her teeth. Her body felt incredibly heavy and yet she had to find the strength to move it. She needed to move her limbs in order to manipulate the spell of the earth. But, skies above, it was so hard to do. She had to do it. Everyone was counting on her! She just had to push through it. And so she lifted her arms. She knew what she wanted to do, she could see it in her mind's eye like she did the chasm. She calculated the distance between herself, her spell range, and the man in red. She also quickly guestimated who was going to move where and what position they were in. She took two steps forward then stood still.
The spirits of the earth were swirling around her. She channeled them through her own body and through the runes of the spell book. The earth near the red man's feet began to move. Her arms dropped again. She let out a groan. COME ON MILA! YOU CAN DO THIS! She tried to convince herself. No, she HAD to convince herself. She raised her arms up, breast high, she slowly extended them, then moved them upwards. The earthen stone near the red man's body moved slowly. As if something was snaking its way upwards from deep underground.
"HA!" She shouted. And then arm like projections made of stone emerged from the ground. Four of them. Four limbs. Four arms. Four hands. And they grabbed each of the red man's limbs. One for each ankle and one for each wrist. They grasped the red man and held him in place. A fifth arm emerged from the ground in an attempt to hold his neck in a chokehold.
"Come.. on!" She pushed through the pain and exhaustion. She willed the limbs of gravel to harden into solid rock. Similar to that seen in the statue of the rich. Something akin to marble. But, she did it. She managed to do it. She fell back down onto her knees. She couldn't move, but she was conscious this time.
These fools are all going to get themselves killed. The mercenary saw everyone launching themselves at the Man in Red with everything they had. But they were children! How were they supposed to survive this fight when the fat man was able to cut clean through another fighter moments ago. He ran around to the back side of the creature and felt a wave of encouragement and morale course through him as the Berserker ran into the fray. His strange winged axe had a golden aura around it. Suddenly, he was ready to fight. He knew that they could win if they were able to coordinate their attacks against the creature.
And with that thought, Mila got her groove back, and 4 stone arms reached out of the earth and attempted to restrain the Satan Claws.Holy hot damn, Mila. Nice imagination there, that’s f***ing cool.The Mercenary couldn’t help but admire the sage’s handiwork. She was getting really good with that Gaea tome. Would you attack that infernal beast already? Right. Right my mistake. He prepared to launch a tornado at the beast, but realized that he couldn’t launch a full out attack without hurting the others. A tornado tends to leave some unintended residual destruction.
Then a memory came into his head of a certain fool with a blade of fire. And Donovan realized that he should be able to do the same thing with Frag. He held the blade ready and had Fragarach gather as much air to the point of the sword as possible. Frag hummed as it struggled to maintain the condensed gale. The bullet of air swirled in a fist sized ball, the Silver Tongue closed his left eye and leveled the blade, aiming the point of Fragarach at the Man in Red.
The Silver Tongue offered Selibas his help, and a strategy to use against the jolly red a*****e. "Sounds good, I'll try an' keep his attention." With Shahlizhen in a death grip, Selibas trudged forward, forcing his boots through the snow. He drew closer to the red coated man as more and more chaos swelled with the behemoth as a focal point. The short khan opened his mouth to call attention, but thought better of addressing his enemy before he switched weapons. He'd only just drawn the saber, but he decided to sheathe it. Instead he drew Curtana back from its case again, and set both hands to the hilt. He willed the blade to expand to its larger size, then heard the voice pop into his mind. 'Already young Selibas?'
As he kept trudging forward, Selibas answered, 'Aye old Huringren, we're headin' for the big guy.' Selibas held Curtana pointed at the ground, and the sword's white gold light began to melt the snow beneath him. 'Ha! Let us fall upon the beast himself!' Walking forward, Selibas saw as from the ground sprouted a series of hands that grabbed the fat fellow from all sides. Well, that was unexpected. Much quicker than he'd thought it would come.
"Ho you fat b*****d! Why don't you stop fightin' kids and come at me! I've got a present for you." The Khan slashed Curtana in front of him, sending a broad slow razor of light for Satan Claw's stomach, but kept himself moving towards the monsters front.
Soldier of fortune, rebel commander, Khan. A young man with ambitious dreams and a strong sense of honor.