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Post by Luba Gavrilova on Jan 12, 2017 0:26:47 GMT -6
“EEEHEEEHEE” Diana's cry split the silence of the night. Luba's eyes shot open. Reflexively reaching for Memento Mori, the old soldier tossed her blanket to the side. Diana neighed ferociously, tied off around the trunk of a nearby tree. ”What's wrong girl? Who's out there?” Luba sprung to her feet, coming to the pegasus. With a quick stab of her lance, the old soldier severed the rope which connected Diana to the tree stump. The steed flapped her wings, panting heavily. The old soldier shot a quick glance at Diana, as her steed came to her side. Diana wasn't a coward, nor was she the type to be easily startled. She was every inch as tough as Luba herself. Nothing less than an immediate threat would have gotten her this worked up. Luba followed her steed's stare and leveled her lance against the darkness. ”Step into the light. This is your only warning. You don't want me to come after you.”
“Howdy!” A cheery, innocuous voice answered almost immediately. Its owner moved forward, moonlight unmasking his shadowy face with each step. A grinning, bronze visage emerged. Except it wasn't just bronze. Blotches of albino coloring decorated brown skin, making the face appear as a if it was a patchwork of different faces. “Name's Calico. Traveling assassin, cut-throat, brigand, ex-mercenary. Nabatan in origin, if the skin-tone didn't give it away. I know with my vitiligo I can be mistaken for an Ilian. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss-”
Diana reared up on her hind legs and kicked at the sky, entirely ignoring the newly introduced 'Calico'. Her eyes darted from sky to forest, catching, as of yet, unseen foes. Luba glanced at her steed and then at the assassin. ”You're not alone, are you? Judging by Diana's movements, I'd say you've got at least two others with you.”
“Diana? Good name. Strong name for a strong animal.” Calico looked the creature up and down as he spoke. “She's veeery perceptive, isn't she? Think I'll nip this in the bud before she gets a better feel for where my buddies are.” The assassin's right arm shot forward, casting an iron dagger straight for Diana's throat. Luba read the move, throwing her gauntlet-bound hand in the path of the knife. With a clang, the dagger bounced harmlessly off of the ex-Ironwing's armored palm and fell to the earth.
”Damn cut-throat.” Luba swore, shaking her hand. The palm plating now had a small dent inward. ”Diana!” She called, taking hold of her steed's reins. The pegasus kneeled, making way for Luba to mount.
“Bojana! Don't let her mount!” Suddenly, a white figure darted above the trees before dive bombing into the small clearing. A steel lance lead the charge, coming between Luba and her steed. The old soldier leapt backwards, letting go of the reins and tightening her grip on Memento Mori.
”Fly Diana, fly!” She shouted, turning to face the newcomer. It was another pegasus knight. She had blue hair, trimmed neatly in a bowl cut, and was less armored than Luba herself. ”That makes two.” Luba muttered as Diana flapped her wings and ascended from the clearing. One more. There was at least one more cut-throat waiting to strike.
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Post by Ito on Jan 17, 2017 22:32:41 GMT -6
Lost. Alone.
The eerie silence of snow falling through the dead of night was interrupted briefly every few moments, the heavy breathing of a single traveler accompanying the individual's footsteps through the powdery substance. This lone figure was cloaked in white, blending with the snow save for the rough, spiked blonde hair atop its head. Whilst the surrounding area was quiet for now, a sudden whinnying shattering the stillness of nighttime noise. The cape shifted slightly, as the traveler's feet spread slightly, right hand moving to the revealed hilt of its sword. Head tilted downward, the traveler closed his eyes and listened as carefully as possible.
There were voices. Muffled, and likely carried on the wind, but they were there. Then came the clang of metal on metal, a sound so distinct it could only be made by weapons or armor of the substance. About to take a half step forward, the traveler's motion was interrupted by a sudden swoosh, unmistakably the wings of a pegasus. Eyesight reaching for the source of the noise, the traveler's face aimed skyward, seeing a white flash soar downward to disappear behind the tree line. There must be a clearing there.
As the traveler sped on to the clearing, another shape cleared the treetops. This pegasus was different from the first, though. Hurrying on, the traveler entered the large gap in the trees, as the fourth and newest member of the group gathered there. Eyes darting back and forth between the three other people, this newcomer analyzed the seen quickly and carefully, taking in everything he could in the moment. His sword lay at his left side, right hand crossed over his body and wrapped around the blade's hilt. His grey and red armor was visible between the open front of his cape,
One dagger, two lances, a mounted pegasus knight, and... was the second of the pegasi the old lady's? Each of the three looked experienced, but the newcomer was too. Quietly preparing any sort of reaction he might need, the man's facial expression was more calm than an ice sculpture as he stood there, chillingly still for the situation he'd walked into.
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Post by Luba Gavrilova on Jan 18, 2017 14:04:01 GMT -6
”Don't let it escape!” Calico ordered, drawing a sharp, curved sword. His partner, the pegasus knight, nodded and gave her steed a hard kick. The white-winged horse kicked off of the ground, flying upwards in pursuit.
Luba watched with eyes of fire as the purple-haired cut-throat ascended. She wasn't about to let the rogue intercept her war-horse. In one swift motion, the aged soldier spun Memento Mori in a 180 degree arc. Luba could feel the spear's weight as she leveled it over her shoulder. With a two step start-up and an over-the-shoulder toss, she cast the spear at the enemy mount, piercing it's hindquarters with a splash of blood. The pegasus cried a deafening cry, its neck arched up at the moon, and rapidly began to lose altitude. The rider tried to wrest control of her wounded mount, but Luba saw no more than this. Calico was upon her.
”I swear by the Saint.” The assassin cursed, launching a diagonal slash. The old rider answered with both forearms in a block. As a seraph knight, Luba preferred to be more heavily armored than most pegasus knights. Where falco and pegasus knights wore a breastplate and two pauldrons at most, Luba bore the standard attire as well as a pair of armored gauntlets, steel-toed boots, and iron knee-pads. The gauntlets ran the length of her elbows to her arms, making Luba much harder to wound, if not heavier on Diana.
In a flurry of sparks, steel screeched against steel as Calico's edged-blade ran the length of Luba's gauntlets. The seraph knight leapt back, and grasped at her hip, feeling the familiar handle of Vanya. ”Most places, you find someone's grandma in the woods, she's easy prey.” Calico gave pursuit, bringing his blade up in another diagonal strike. ”But not in Ilia. Everybody has some kind of military background.”
Luba leaned back, avoiding another blow, and brought Vanya to bear. In a two-handed slash, she swung the weapon forward, forcing Calico to backstep. His blade wasn't sturdy enough to block a strike from the axe and, even if it was, Luba doubted the assassin himself had the strength to deny her.
”You can join in any time you want, Berek!” The assassin shouted. With a roar, the third cut-throat unveiled himself. Axe raised high, a bulky brigand leapt from the foliage and charged Luba.
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Post by Bee on Jan 21, 2017 21:18:33 GMT -6
"Ignite", spoke Bee as she snapped her fingers. The fire spirits went to work They gathered into a lump and then raged out of control in all directions. The lames exploded outward in a explosive force knocking the would be murder onto his back and setting his pants and eyebrows on fire. As the brigand rolled into the snow to extinguish the flames Bee took a solid step on a hard stone. "clearly you brigands don't know any better", spoke Bee as a brilliant light illumined above her. using her fire magic Bee had created three small balls of fire to illuminate the night. it was her way of showing off her magnificent hair, which was standing straight up like a tower. "To try to murder somebody in the presence of the greatest fire mage in existence, you all must be stupid", shouted Bee.
A few moments before
Bee had made her way to Ilia. It was quite the long march, but she had made the time. Bee was looking to improve her craft and there was no place in the world better to train her fire magic than in Ilia. The biter cold required her to focus on her flames and the domination of water spirits in the land made it harder to use fire magic. It was the perfect training ground. If she could master her magic here there would be no place in the world that could hold her back. However Bee was a bit overzealous. She had not taken up a side job in quite a wile and eventually she ran out of coin. With no way of staying in a inn Bee was forced out into the snow. Eventually she found a cave and set up shop there. She would spend the war day time hours fishing and hunting for food. Then in the nights she would practice her magic and set up her defensive fires. All of these flames however needed a lot of wood. So Bee was out collecting tinder for the flames.
"I love fire", spoke Bee as three small balls of flame rotated around her. Even while she collected wood Bee was still practicing her craft. She not only used the flames to see and ward off would be predators, but they also gave her warmth. It was a brilliant plan. She could practice her control and get her work done. Still the mini flames only kept animals away. Humans were a completely different breed. Bee was always on the look out for bandits and signs of bandits. Tonight was no different.
As Bee walked she heard a sudden scream of a horse. Something was going on in the woods. Immediately Bee put out her flames and began to move in the direction of the sound. From what she could see, which was not much due to her night vision being messed up by the flames, there was some fighting going on. Three people were attacking one. In any normal situation one would question what was going on. For Bee however everything seemed clear, bandits. She hated bandits! "Ignite", she spoke and the battle began.
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Post by Ito on Jan 29, 2017 0:30:30 GMT -6
Spinning to his right, Ito's blade unsheathed and following his body's momentum. Moments from catching the brigand's midsection, a sudden orange light appeared and grew between the two. Ito jumped back, narrowly avoiding the flames as he listened to the sixth combatant to enter the snowy battlefield. Not wanting to waste time on meaningless words, he decided to show his intentions by charging forward a second time.
Slashing at Berek as he rolled in the snow to extinguish his pants and eyebrows, Ito scored a hit on the brigand's shoulder. The snow was quickly taking on the color of blood as the brigand dropped his axe, howling in pain as he was cut open whilst simultaneously burning. Instinctively, the brigand's hand moved up to his shoulder, attempting to keep the blood from coming. Foolish actions bring terrible consequences... Ito stepped forward with lis left, kicking at the brigand with his right foot. The shot was aimed right at the back of Berek's head, Ito hoping his strike would keep the brigand down for good.
What am I doing here?
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It all started with death, didn't it? First Luci, then my rescuers. I should've died with them. Now it seems death accompanies me everywhere.
"Do you cut-throats wish to have your throats cut?" Ito spoke loudly, spotting Calico in his peripheral vision. The assassin's weapon was of a much higher quality than Ito's, the curved blade rather intimidating had Ito not seen the style before. Perhaps his incredibly cheesy one-liner Ito's quick strikes against Berek would disrupt the would-be murderer's attention for the Seraph Knight, creating a window of opportunity for the old woman to escape or counterattack. Finally catching a glance at the mage, though, maybe the comically tower-like hairstyle would be the only distraction needed to divert the assassin's focus.
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Post by Luba Gavrilova on Jan 29, 2017 1:15:01 GMT -6
”Faaaaan-” Calico shouted as Berek threw his flaming body into the snow. ”-taaastic!” The assassin had half a mind to toss a knife at the burly dimwit and prematurely end his life. He was, after all, just some knuckle-dragger Calico had picked up while robbing Ilians. But he decided against it. Multi-tasking between tougher-than-she-looks Granny and the the pink-haired mage, who had so humbly announced herself as 'the greatest fire mage in existence, wasn't exactly a task Calico was keen to undertake. Besides, the brigand was getting back on his feet. And, despite suffering severe burn wounds, he looked pretty pissed. Calico grinned. Adrenaline and rage are some mean anesthetics The assassin could probably finish Granny before Berek expired. The bandit's head lurched forward as someone's foot connected with the back of his skull. Under normal circumstances he might have been rendered unconscious, but not tonight. The thug was far too doped up on his own ire and adrenaline to be pacified so easily. Eyes alight and eyebrows singed off, he turned to face his new opponents. He was pissed. And ready to fight. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ”Tonight just isn't my lucky night is it?” The assassin smiled, throwing a glancing strike at Luba's axe. The seraph rider grimaced, despite deflecting the attack with relative ease. 'Calico' was maintaining the initiative, keeping her on the defense. So long as he pressed forward with fast and light strikes, Luba wouldn't be able to get a counter-attack in. ”As the kids say: If you want something done right-” The old rider watched as the assassin spun into a kneel, gripped his sword with both hands, and thrust downwards. Luba jumped right, avoiding the attack, only for an unknown force to jerk her back violently to the left. In a graceless heap, Luba fell upon her rear, dazed and confused. She glanced to her left, at the source of the tugging. The assassin's sword had pierced through her cloak and now penetrated the earth. Clever. Luba hated to admit it, but he'd gotten her. Calico leapt back, drawing two fresh daggers, and grinning an ear to ear grin. ”You've got to do it yourself.” He leapt forward, weapons poised to pierce flesh. (Cue Calico's theme: Convivial Reaper)
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Post by Bee on Jan 29, 2017 14:49:43 GMT -6
"Ignite", shouted Bee as she called upon the power of flames. Using the fearsome power of her magic Bee created another explosion of fire. The air cracked as he flames erupted from a single point and moved to ignite another man with a lance. Somehow Bee had missed the man when she entered into the battlefield. She was sure she had all of them in view, but this guy with lance just popped out of no where and began to move to attack her with his spear. It was a good thing that magic had far greater range than a spear did or Bee would have been in trouble, or at least what she thought anyway.
With the ferocity of a hunting cat them an pushed thought the flames. The fires caught onto the man's clothing, but he ignored it and rushed forward with his spear. His sudden flame filled charge had caught the maiden of flames off guard. Turning her body side ways Bee avoided being completely impaled, but the tip of the spear cut a clean line right across her upper chest. A crimson stain marked Bee's white shirt as blood began to flow from the wound. It had been a bit of time since Bee had really taken a hit. The fresh slash across her chest reminded her why she hated being cut.
"You bastard", shouted Bee as she called upon the power of her flames. However the spear man did not relent. He had tasted blood and he was now eager to finish the maiden off before she could cause anymore damage to there plans. With a quick slash of his spear he had cut off Bee's spell. The man then moved to stab at the maidens legs. Bee had jumped to the side to dodge, but the tip of the spear had slashed into her tan slacks leaving another crimson line on her outfit. This one however marked her thigh. The new wound had drastically dropped bee's moment speed and presented the brigand with a opportunity to finish the mage off.
"I win", declared the brigand as he stabbed his lance toward Bee's chest. All hope seemed bleak for the maiden, but Bee still had a trick up her sleeve. With all the force his arm could muster the man stabbed into Bee's chest with a devilish grin. A loud thump and the force of the resistance told him that he hit his mark, or at least he thought he did.
"Wigily Woo", shouted Bee as she called upon the power of the spirits of fire. The brigand stared forward in shock as the tip of his spear was implanted inside the thick bindings of Bee's trinity tome. The maiden grabbed the shaft of the spear with her left hand and cast magic with her right. From around her palm came forth a stream of blazing butterflies. They danced through the air ended swiftly as they approached the man's face. Each individual butterfly exploded into a mini explosion. The force not only set the man's clothing on fire, but also took out his eyes.
"My eyes", he shouted in horror as he took a step back. Bee used the opportunity to place some space between them. "Ignite", she screamed at the top of her lungs as she snapped her fingers. Once again the fire spirits were called upon to condense into a ball and then rage outward as fast as they could. The man erupted into fire that consumed his entire body. His screams could be heard across the battlefield as the flames charred his very bones. As his body hit the ground in a smoldering hump Bee began to think toward her wounds.
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Post by Ito on Feb 10, 2017 12:18:34 GMT -6
Ito grit his teeth as Berek got up. Must be high on adrenaline... The slice in his shoulder would keep the brigand from using his main hand, however, so Ito had something going for him. The pain would set in if Ito didn't end him, but after ganging up on an old lady and her pegasus, the former quartet - which seemed to be down by half of its members - deserved all the pain they could get. Raising his axe, Berek's eyes were filled with rage and wide open. Open.
Ito kicked snow up into the brigand's wide eyes, distracting him as he dove to the side; right in between the assassin and the seraph knight. Ito was on his feet, sword up as the assassin leapt forward. Ito intercepted one of Calico's daggers with his own blade, then moved his left arm to block the other with his vambrace. "What's your problem, eh?" Ito pushed against the assassin, putting a few feet between the two. "It just doesn't seem right to attack an older lady in the middle night with no good reason."
Ito stood defiantly between Calico and Luba. He hoped the lady wasn't as defenseless as the cut throats had hoped. Hopefully the 'greatest fire mage in existence' would be able to hold off the brigand, too. Maybe if she did he could see whether or not she was better than the mage he'd fought with in Etruria for a short time.
Just stand up, lady. I don't think I can take this guy on my own...
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Post by Luba Gavrilova on Feb 12, 2017 11:56:31 GMT -6
Calico skidded backwards, jamming a dagger into the earth as to halt his momentum. He furrowed his brow, more than a little frustrated. If not for the blonde newcomer, his daggers would have found new sheathes within the old woman's neck. ”You don't really think that's just some old lady, do you?” The assassin lips curled like a sickle, grinning a baleful grin. ”Killing is my career, and she's still alive. What does that tell you about her?” Snow crunched and twigs snapped underfoot as Calico circled his prey and her new ally. He cocked his head to the side, leaning back before snapping to attention and advancing.
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Luba gripped Calico's sword, her fingers squeezing in vain to shatter the horn handle. She was mad. Mad at Calico for pinning her to the earth and mad at herself for allowing him to do so. The ground cracked and gave way, relinquishing the blade to the older rider. Luba rose to her feet, casting the blade aside. ”Fragile tool.” The rider muttered with disdain. She'd never had much care for swords.
”Get behind me.” Luba ordered curtly, stepping in front of her new ally. ”I'll take the first swing. Watch his footing and intercept him when he dodges.” Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper. Luba leveled her axe as Calico began his advance. ”You ready?” A question of courtesy, not genuine interest. The assassin weaved side to side, floating like a trained pugilist, and entered Luba's range. She started forward, raising Vanya above her head and slamming it down in a vertical strike. Calico spun aside, and leapt forward, sinking one of his daggers in the unarmored gap between Luba's breastplate and pauldron. The old rider winced, as the familiar sensation of steel tearing flesh invaded her axillary.
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Post by Bee on Feb 13, 2017 19:42:52 GMT -6
Dang it, thought bee as she felt the pain form her wounds. Here she was bragging about being the most powerful fire mage since like ever and she nearly got killed by a dude with a spear. what in the world was she thinking. The blood from her wounds was now staining both her clothing and the white snow. At the moment the enemy did not seem to be paying attention to her. There main focus was on the old lady it seemed. She was probably the most dangerous opponent out of all of them. Bee's fire magic was great, but the old hag probably had more combat experience. At the very least she was not cut up like Bee.
"Heat", spoke Bee as she called upon the power of her flames. The maiden used her fire magic to heat the top of her iron rod. The flames ran though the iron rod heating the top till it turned red. Taking a deep neath Bee placed the tip of the rod onto her open flesh. It took everything Bee had not to scream out as she closed the wound using the heat from the flames. "Dang it", wined Bee as she laid back into the snow. That was one, she still had another to close, or at least she hopped to.
As Bee recovered from her attempts to close her own wounds she noticed that the old hag was in danger. The enemy had scored a good hit. A blow right between the armor. The fight was going to be over soon. Bee was going to have to put her own problems on hold for just a moment. Calling once again upon the power of flames Bee snapped her fingers. The fire spirits following the command of there master rushed forward in a raging inferno. With the speed of the goddess the flames rushed in and separated the assassin from the rider. A wall of fire appeared distorting the view of the assassin and placing a wall of flames between them.
"That should do it", spoke Bee as she felt her energy draining from her body. Maintaining such a row of fire would drain her very quickly, but Bee had no intention of doing so. She just needed the fire to hold for a minute, to give the maiden the ability to recover, or for the assassin to change targets towards her. As soon as she felt the drain reach her midway point Bee relinquished the flames.
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Post by Ito on Feb 15, 2017 16:18:25 GMT -6
"Y'know, in the world, first impressions are everything. All I know to think is that you and your gang are here to kill the old lady." The old lady struck at Calico with her axe, and Ito intercepted the assassin's dodge with a diagonal upward slash, swinging his blade from left to right in the same direction as the assassin dodged. Then, a wall of flame appeared between the assassin and Ito and the old lady. Ito wasn't sure how much longer the wall would last, but he figured now was his best chance.
Ito took two steps back, then picked up the Nabatan's sword. Gripping it tightly in his right hand, he had swapped his iron sword to his left hand. Stepping forward again, a sword in each hand, Ito spoke over the crackling of the fiery obstruction. "This makes it my job to save the lady. Now, Calico... right? If killing is your career, and she's still alive, does that make you bad at your line of work?" Ito readied himself. He'd practiced a little with two blades before, but not as extensively as he had with just one sword. It wasn't apparent with his stance and expression, but he wouldn't be able to use his off hand as anything more than a defensive tool - unless he had the chance for a follow-up.
I sure hope that mage hasn't forgotten about Berek... That adrenaline hyped brigand will hack her to pieces if he picks up his axe.
It'll just end in more death, won't it?
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Post by Luba Gavrilova on Feb 16, 2017 13:24:17 GMT -6
Calico leapt backwards, flames lapping at him as he narrowly avoided a burn. Whether or not the pink haired woman was the 'greatest fire mage in existence', she had certainly proved herself to be a nuisance thus far. The assassin was surprised, and frustrated. He hadn't had this much trouble trying to rob someone in some time. In fact, he'd never had this much trouble killing someone outside of a contract. The three strangers were working well together. For a group of strangers, their team-work was exceptional.
”Heh, heh, heh!” Calico let out a bubbly chuckle. ”What was that? You trying to get under my skin or something? You're gonna need a little more than cheesy one-liners!” The cut-throat wore his trademark smile, his teeth a golden crescent in the darkness. He looked past them, at a lumbering Berek, as the brigand attempted to sneak up on them. The thug raised his axe high above his head.
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Diana dove back into the clearing, digging her hooves into the brigand's back. With a sudden gasp, the thug toppled end over end, releasing his grip on his axe, and falling besides Luba. The old rider glanced at him, and then to Diana with a smirk. Truly a worthy steed.
The pegasus trotted around Berek and came to Luba's side. The old rider placed her axe against the nape of the would-be cut-throat's neck. He was entirely at her mercy. The old rider wasn't one for killing, not any more. She preferred to avoid it if at all possible. But she would not shy away from ending a life if doing so was necessary. ”You and your friends are beaten, assassin. I hold the life of this one in my hands, and your pegasus knight ally has abandoned you. No doubt tending to her wounded steed.”
”Heh, heh! Yeah, Boj was almost as useless as Berek.”
Luba narrowed her eyes, displeased with the cut-throat's interruption. ”I suggest you leave while you have the chance.”
”Oh please.” Calico waved dismissively. ”As if I needed their help in the first place. Still.” He twirled a dagger in one hand. ”In a three on one fight, I might not escape unscathed. And its not like I was expecting this much trouble from an old woman. Hmmm... How about this?” He sheathed a dagger and outstretched his, now free, palm. ”You, blondie, give me back my sword and I'll let the lot of you alone.” The tips of his fingers quivered, beckoning the blonde swordsman to obey. ”It's a favorite of mine, you see. Designed to lacerate and let blood and what have you.”
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Post by Bee on Feb 17, 2017 15:17:33 GMT -6
It seemed that the fighting had come to a end, thought Bee as the assassin put away his weapons. The man clearly had more fighting in him, but he opted to leave, or at the very least he said that. To be honest Bee would rather take him up on that offer. She did not show it but the magic was starting to drain on her. Not only that but this was the time she would usually be asleep so her body was already tired. The night had been a fearsome one and it would be even more fearsome if the assassin continued the fight. So far they all were alive, but Bee would wager that would quickly change.
"So you have given up the fight then", shouted Bee as she stood up. She did everything in her power to stand up straight and hide any sign of her growing fatigue. The maiden had to look strong. She had to make the man think that he was in danger if he moved to attack. Bee still had enough magical power left to shoot off a few more attacks, but she was not sure if she could finish this guy off. A single fire stream could do the job, if she had to be honest. However the man's daggers would find there mark before her flames could turn him to ash. That was the thing about fire that Bee understood that most people confused. Fire did not have any physical force. People feared fire and as a result they fled from it. However fire itself does not have any power to push back attacks or objects. If she wanted to do that she would need to superheat the air and cause a explosion. It was possible, but not in a stream. She could only do it in a small area. While she defended herself from a knife she figured her opponent would get in and give her the old one two. Bee was already bleeding enough from her battle with the lance user she did not need new wounds.
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Post by Ito on Feb 20, 2017 15:15:09 GMT -6
Ito heard a single footstep come from Berek, who he realized had snuck up on the old lady and himself. Moments from turning to face the brigand, a sudden whinny rocked the clearing as the old lady's pegasus returned, striking the brigand dead from behind. Ito held his gaze steady on the Nabatan in front of him, not wishing to give the cut throat any sort of advantage.
"If cheesy one liners are what it takes, I can dish those out all day!"
Ito stood silently, looking over the vitiligo ridden assassin studiously. What are your intentions if I give this back, I wonder? The curved blade had a nice feel to it, and curved blade was a unique trait Ito hadn't seen often. The Nabatan impatiently held out his hand, and Ito watched as Calico's fingers wavered as they longed for the familiar grip of the sword that Ito held firmly. Maybe... No. Hm...
I could always... No...
That's it! Ito reversed his grip on the sword and the blade's tip grazed the snow beneath. Extending his own arm as if to hand the blade to the assassin, Ito pulled the blade upwards quickly at a harsh angle, the blade cleanly slicing an inch deep in Calico's wrist. The red liquid contained in the assassin began to pour from the wound; Ito had hit the arterie, just as he'd hoped.
"If I can't cut the cutthroat's throat, the least I can do is slit his wrist." Ito stared calmly into Calico's eyes and continued speaking. "If I were you, I would hurry home and find a skilled healer. You'll bleed out if you go too fast, but you'll bleed out if you go too slow."
Ito swung his right arm again, releasing the assassin's blade from his grip. The curved sword spun somewhat like a boomerang, disappearing into the woods within moments. A faint clank was heard as the blade hit a distant tree, falling into the snow. Looking back at Calico, Ito spoke one more time.
"Get going."
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Post by Luba Gavrilova on Feb 20, 2017 22:08:10 GMT -6
Calico stared blankly at his fresh wound. He wasn't sure which bothered him more, the fact that he'd allowed the blonde swordsman to land a blow, a potentially fatal one at that, or the fact that the youth had cast his custom killing edge into the forest. That sword was a favorite, not to mention expensive.
The assassin watched as blood trickled at a disagreeably fast rate from his wrist. ”Heh.” He chuckled dryly, a dark smile on his lips. And to think, granny was the one he'd been afraid of. Calico glanced up from his wound, laying a pair of cat-like eyes on the blonde. ”I will kill you.” Maybe not today, maybe not even tomorrow, but the blonde had just signed a death warrant. The blade, a pen. Calico's wrist, the page. ”One blade lost.” Calico smiled, redrawing his daggers. “What's two more?” The assassin inquired, cocking his head to the side. Leaping back, he tossed one knife at Ito and another at Luba, before vanishing into the contours of the night.
Calico Shade used.
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Luba winced as her blonde ally cut into the assassin's wrist. A half-measure. Risky. If his plan had been to kill the assassin, he should have taken a full measure, and gone straight for the throat.
It turned out a full measure would have been the better approach as Calico leapt back, hurling a pair of bladed instruments in Luba's direction. The old rider grunted, underwhelmingly surprised, and leveled her axe to intercept the dagger. But as the projectile came closer and closer, Luba realized that it was not aimed at her. It was a hair off, almost close enough to scrape her cheek, but not quite. Dread filled Luba as she watched the dagger fly by, towards its true target. She dropped her axe, reaching in vain to halt the sharp instrument. She was not quick enough. Luba could only watch as the weapon twirled end over end and embedded itself in Diana's neck.
With an ear-splitting cry, Diana reared up on her hind legs, and thrashed about wildly. ”Diana! DIANA!” Luba cried, grabbing at the pegasus' reins. It was no use. Her steed was in a state of panic. One of Diana's hooves flew forward, striking Luba's shoulder-guard and denting the pauldron inward. The ex-Ironwing crumpled to the snowy earth, reeling from the force of the impact. ”Son of a-!” The rider swore, only to be interrupted by another cry from Diana. The pegasus outstretched her wings fully, upheaving snow-blanketed debris with every wing beat. Luba snarled, groggily standing upright, and watched her steed. She waited, waited for a chance to grab the reins. Something she should have done before Diana had given her a bruised shoulder.
Leading with her forelegs, the pegasus came back down and Luba's hand shot outward. She firmly grasped the reins in one hand, drawing Diana close with a vice-like grip. "Diana!" She boomed, addressing the steed. The pegasus' eyes darted about in a frenzy, frantically avoiding Luba's gaze, but she was no longer thrasing, no longer threatening to strike her master. "Kneel girl. We'll take care of this, but I need you to let me ride." Pain shot outwards from the rider's shoulder, as she raised her wounded arm and placed a hand down on Diana's hindquarters.
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