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Post by Hartmut on Feb 27, 2009 13:11:51 GMT -6
Hartmut just grunted and shook his long hair. He looked at the redhead standing in the doorway. That man was no match for him. Nobody was. Wasn't he the leader of the Eight? Wasn't he wielding the Exaccus? He had been to hell and heaven and back. No lowly nomad would stop him from destroying whatever his master wanted. One could see and even feel the determination and dangers that lied within Hartmut.
"I am Death. I am the Bones of the Hills, I am Thirst and I am Hunger."
He said this in a monotone voice and he slowly lifted his lance while speaking. He will destroy them. And then he attacked, thrusting the lance with incredible speed towards Kenshin. One could feel the wind created by the power behind the thrust. None shall live.
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Post by Kenshin on Feb 28, 2009 12:26:05 GMT -6
Hargus made the first move in this stalemate. Hearing the voice of the one that reappeared before his eyes what felt like forever ago. As he spoke he noticed the slow movement before the attack, using that Kenshin was able to prepare himself to dodge. Twisting his body and moving it to the side with his blade near him facing the lance he was just barely able to get in that stance due to the speed of the thrust.
Metal scraping on metal caused sparks, the force behind the thrust pushed Kenshin back. He knew he couldn't match him in a melee battle, he could only hope Alan could. Maybe the two of them could defeat him. Using the momentum of the push back he did a couple short hops back and created a decent distance.
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Post by Hartmut on Feb 28, 2009 15:30:47 GMT -6
Hartmut didn't even blink and reacted fast after he saw he missed the nomad. It occurred to him that there were three persons. He might as well kill them all. He quickly moved forward and swept his lance sidewards, trying to hit Kenshin in the side and pushing Kenshin into Alan and Night. Once again the thrust was so powerful that little chuncks of rock and dirt visibly moved underneath the movement of the thrust. A direct hit would mean death or at least a broken spine.
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Post by Night on Feb 28, 2009 15:40:31 GMT -6
Night let out a long whistle. "Mans got some power in that lance...sword...thingy...What the hell is that thing anyways?" he wondered alloud. He then looked at Alan. "...And aren't 'cha gunna help your buddy?" he asked. He personally didn't want to go anywhere NEAR that guy with the frikkin lance thingy.
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Post by Alan on Mar 1, 2009 8:47:55 GMT -6
'That thing is Exaccus, the Legendary weapon of the First King of Bern. It's magical properties are the greater then any of the others, though it's still less powerful then His Majesty's other weapon, the Sword of Seals. We should count ourselves lucky that he doesn't have it here today.' Alan spoke with a tone of admiration in his voice. Alan may not be particularly book learned (compared to his people back home, not these savages), but he knew the story behind this man very well. There weren't many people that he looked up to, but Hartmut was one of them. Comparing that famous hero to the man sitting on the throne today reminded him of why he defected from his native land to begin with.
But that didn't mean he was about to let up on a puppet of Hargus. He pulled his Steel Blade of his back and charged at him, he wasn't fast enough to get by his defenses and this was a rare occasion where he was probably the lesser man in brute strength but if he could hold against the thrust of his weapon for a few seconds it might give Kenshin the opening he needs.
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Post by Kenshin on Mar 1, 2009 13:20:14 GMT -6
Knowing the Wo Dao was going to be his main weapon to attack with he couldn't use it to defect everything. With lighting speed he used to draw the arrows he shot before he drew the Wyrmslayer just in time to block the lance being swung at him.
Sliding back a few feet before falling over and rolling onto the ground the sword he used to block the painful blow shuddered as he was pushed back. Getting on one knee and placing one hand on the ground to stead himself. "I've gotta wait for an opening to get in close and attack"
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Post by Night on Mar 1, 2009 14:05:55 GMT -6
Night watched as the sacaen man was swatted away like a fly. "Ouch." Then the loudmouth guy who really needed to get laid decided to flat out charge the lance-sword-thingy weilding guy. "....Ahh, f*** it." He sighed. Sword at the ready, he followed Alan in the suicide charge, with yet another stupid battle cry. "YO MAMMA WAS A H0000000000!"
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Post by Hartmut on Mar 1, 2009 15:06:18 GMT -6
Hartmut only frowned at the attack of the two mongrols. He was used to fighting armies, destroying entire battalions, killing dragons with his lance. This was nothing. With the redhead on the ground and his thrust previously blocked both by the Wyvern Rider and the Redhead, he decided to focus on the two attacking men.
As if he moved on air he jumped back, gracily landing on the ground a few feet behind him. He then got Exaccus ready once again and grinned. A creepy grin in which you could read Death and Destruction. There will be no salvation. There will only be the moaning and the wheeping of the weak. He moved forward with high speed and did an incredibly complex move. He extended his leg to the Mercenary, which he judged to be the weakest, and he thrusted his lance towards the Rider, a well-built warrior. The leg was only to push the weaker one back, but his thrust was aimed to kill. He aimed for the chest. The heart.
(OoC: you fired arrows at me, Kenshin?)
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Post by Kenshin on Mar 1, 2009 21:40:10 GMT -6
OoC:No, was using comparison.
BiC:One attack towards Night and another towards Alan. That gave the opening he was looking for. Engage him in melee combat right now wasn't a good idea. flipping open the quiver he pulling one arrow and pulled out his bow and knocked the arrow pulling the string back he aim. Could he hit him with it? He was still too new using it so he wasn't sure about it.
No more worrying he released the string. The arrow flew
OoC:There's a chance it can hit anybody.
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Post by Alan on Mar 2, 2009 0:20:47 GMT -6
Once again Alan used the flat side of his extremely big yet not compensating for anything Steel Blade as a shield, expect this time, Exaccus went clean through it, shattering most of it and proceeded to pierce his armor as well. The only thing that saved Alan was the fact that the initial blow had already knocked him back. Not hesitating for an instance Alan attacked him again this time with his Steel Lance.
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Post by Hartmut on Mar 2, 2009 15:21:49 GMT -6
Harmut arched an eyebrow when he saw that the Wyvern Lord wasn't planning on giving up. It did not matter. He will die, just like the others. Hartmut saw the steel lance closing in and he waited till the last moment to raise his lance and with incredible strength he deflected the thrust of the Lord to his side. He then looked the man in the eyes. His cold, unforgiving eyes stared. For a few seconds nothing happened. Then with a blurring movement he pushed the Lord in his face. He immediately gestured him to come closer. Somewhere, at his left side, he saw an arrow flying by. He wanted to laugh at the attempt, but killing was a serious business.
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Post by Kenshin on Mar 3, 2009 2:06:20 GMT -6
Seeing he was challenging Alan to get closer for some reason and his aim was as bad as he thought he set the bow down and picked up his sword both actions as quietly as possible to draw less attention to what he was doing. He was shifting his body just as quietly to ready to take off and sprint towards Hartmut at a moment's notice.
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Post by Alan on Mar 3, 2009 4:36:51 GMT -6
Alan dazed for a second after he was hit right in his face. Hartmut was gesturing him to come closer. Obliging to his invitation may not be the smartest move, but otherwise this is going nowhere anyhow. Well I didn't want to put Grimbold in harms way against a guy like this but i can't let up. He ran back to his wyvern got on it and took to the skies again. He threw a spear at him and then pulled out his Steel Sword to attack him directly. He timed it so that both attacks reached him at about the same time.
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Post by Hartmut on Mar 3, 2009 11:33:10 GMT -6
Hartmut saw the spear coming and easily dodged it. He was slightly amazed by the strength behind it. The spear had even penetrated the sturdy ground. It was deep inside the ground. He barely had time left to block the attack made by the Wyvern Lord and for the first time, he felt his muscles working to stop the blow. It was a heavy blow, and the combined weight of both the man and the Wyvern was behind it. He almost grunted out loud, but that would've been a weakness. He suddenly grew very agitated by the man and wanted to make a counter-move. Unable to hit the man, he tried to hit the Wyvern that already was trying to get away. Exaccus scraped the belly of the Wyvern, making a wound. It wasn't too deep since the Wyvern was almost out of Hartmut's reach. It would tire the Wyvern, thought, Hartmut was sure of that. This time, he was prepared for the attack and a second attack of the Wyvern Rider would not be so succesful.
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Night
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Post by Night on Mar 3, 2009 18:57:16 GMT -6
Night was...yeah...kicked in the chest. That hurt. "D*mn it..." he muttered, staggering to his feet, sword hanging limply from his hand. "Son of a b*tch is...strong..." he noted. Watching, he waited for Whatshisname to swing Whatsitcalled at the flying Captain Angry Pants. And there it was! With a battlecry, he charged, swinging his sword down for Whatshisnames head.
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