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Post by Kraft on Feb 3, 2009 3:24:30 GMT -6
The sailors roared in anger and fear as they saw that the little boat was trying to get away. The captain, who started panicking, ordered to follow the little ship. His boat was faster, but he had to try to avoid his swimming crew, which seemed rather impossible. In his haste he crushed the head of one of his crewmembers, causing a fight with one of his sailors. How could he? The captain quickly surrendered. He had no choice. First he'll have to pick up his men, than he'll start the chase again. He looked at the little ship, that was slowly creating a distance. He cursed. He'll get them later. In the meanwhile he looked at one of his men.
"We still have other means. Start a fire and get some arrows. We'll get those dogs."
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Wein Lowell
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Post by Wein Lowell on Feb 3, 2009 19:16:43 GMT -6
Wein crawled out from the small under chamber he had been hiding in. Looking out, he saw the other ship readying bows. "That won't be good," he said as he notched an arrow. Taking aim at the captain, Wein loosed the arrow and ducked back down under the deck, poking his head up just enough to see the results.
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Post by Kraft on Feb 4, 2009 4:38:28 GMT -6
The captain staggered as he was struck in the chest. He looked at it with amazement. He then grinded his teeth, broke the arrow and tried to maintain his posture. He felt like fainting, but before he did, he would give these bastards a little gift. The fire was almost started in a small, iron pot. It hung with three ropes from the mast, so that the pot couldn't tip over. Shooting one of the ropes could set fire to the ship, starting with it's sails, but nobody was that good.
"Ungh. Just... fire."
Five bows fired burning arrows towards the little ship. Only one it, right in the chest of a dead, decaying booze bag. The next volley would do more damage, the captain was sure of it.
Then he fainted.
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Dirk Karavalenge
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Post by Dirk Karavalenge on Feb 4, 2009 7:29:32 GMT -6
"Fine, I'll fight fire with fire." Dirk lit an arrow with the now on fire Crowley, and fired it at the enemy ship. He normally didn't fight dirty, but they had forced his hand.
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Post by Kraft on Feb 4, 2009 9:02:45 GMT -6
The arrow quickly set flame to the sails of the bigger ship. The sailors, not knowing what to do, divided themselves in two groups. One was frantically trying to put the fire out, by any means, which meant chopping the mast and by doing so dropping the sails and the mast into the sea, the other group had one last chance to hit the little ship. This time, three arrows landed on the little ship. The sails weren't hit, but the small boat would soon be on fire if the group didn't do anything about it. One of these three arrows was going straight for Dirk, the one that had set fire to their ship.
After this last volley, the small ship was to far away to try and shoot another round of arrows. The sailors were now drifting in the middle of the sea, trying to get the mast down and peddling towards the shore.
They had lost.
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Post by Sain on Feb 4, 2009 11:53:37 GMT -6
Sain staggered nearly losing his balance as the lance got lotched in him. he was barely aware of his surrounding enough to feel the sword getting rammed into him as well. He staggered back a bit as he got a hold of himself again. Gritting his teeth he grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled it out of him again. "You b****! Look at what you've done! Well at least she's outta my way now.' He turned his attention Matis again. 'This time you won't be so lucky. DIE!' Raising his axe above his head he once again charged at the Sacean.
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Post by Richter Abend on Feb 4, 2009 20:20:33 GMT -6
Richter saw the arrow headed for Dirk, and saw that Dirk wasn't paying attention. "Keep your eyes open, idiot!" he yelled as he knocked Dirk out of the way, taking the arrow in the side. He stumbled for a quick second, then slumped to the ground.
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Post by Dirk Karavalenge on Feb 4, 2009 21:06:13 GMT -6
Dirk unexpectedly was knocked off of his feet, he quickly rolled back up to see the Captain shot in the side. "Who's the idiot? I don't know you and you saved my life." Dirk rushed over to Richter, carefully pulling the arrow out of his side. He reached for his vulnerary, then suddenly remembering he had given it to Matis. "Wein! Get me some vulnerary if you have it, if not get buckets of seawater to put out the flames!"
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Post by Wein Lowell on Feb 5, 2009 0:17:40 GMT -6
"How about both?" said Wein as he tossed his vulnerary to Dirk then grabbed a bucket and began using the seawater to put out the decent sized fire that had started on the ship. The flames licked at his boots, but Wein kept on dumping water until the fire was out. "Good thing it wasn't very big, or we'd have had trouble."
Wein walked over to Dirk and Richter. "So, is it anything serious?"
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Post by Dirk Karavalenge on Feb 5, 2009 7:19:59 GMT -6
"I can't tell, if it punctured any organs, he might not live." Dirk slowly poured the vulnerary over Richter's wound, until it had closed up. "We'll just have to wait and see if he lives." Dirk got up and looked at the damage to the ship. Like the enemy, the sail had been burned, but this ship was smaller, so Wein was able to reach it. They probably wouldn't get anywhere without rowing. Dirk tossed the vulnerary back to Wein.
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Post by Matis on Feb 5, 2009 11:10:49 GMT -6
"Sain, don't force me to do this!" Matis shouted at the ramming lord, even if he knew it'd be useless. He had no weapon to block the axe with, and he definitely had to dodge that thing, unless he wanted to be half of what he was now. Matis waited until Sain was as close to him as possible to roll to the side and run off back to Katara. He needed to buy as much time as he could. What for, though? The only way to stop that beast was probably to cut down one or both of his legs.
Katara was knocked out cold, and Matis' lance was still in Sain. He saw his opportunity, though, when he saw Katara's blade stuck on the ground not far from where he was. He made a mad dash for it.
"You wanted to play, so let's play..." he muttered, as he and Sain locked their eyes on each other from afar.
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Post by Sain on Feb 5, 2009 16:23:59 GMT -6
Sain growled at the young swordman. He then grabbed the lance stuck in him and used axe to cut it off at the base of the wound. No time to remove it properly, but he couldn't have it moving around in the wind either. He looked around him. Lumino's down, Albel wasn't going to last. He had to take down Matis before that knight could interfere at least. The Sacean found a good sword... But he couldn't keep avoiding him now that he was the one standing between him and that woman. Sain took a deep breath and ran at Matis and Katara again.
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Post by Matis on Feb 6, 2009 10:50:47 GMT -6
Alexia would surely get him for what he was about to do, but it was either that or the lives of both him and Katara.
Sain and Matis were closing in on each other, both ready to plunge their weapons into the others' skull. Matis decided to try a different tactic, though. As soon as they were close enough, he slid on the ground and aimed to cut the legs. If it worked, Sain'd be crippled and the danger would be mostly gone. If it failed...well, only time would tell.
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Post by Sain on Feb 6, 2009 15:14:56 GMT -6
He had intended to bring his Wolf Beil down on the swordman but Matis ducked to the ground. As soon as Sain understood what Matis was intending he jumped in the middle of his sprint. The weight of axe that he had already swung turned into more of a roll. He didn't land so fortunately.
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Post by Matis on Feb 6, 2009 16:57:34 GMT -6
Sain had evaded the attack, and due to the circumstances, he was an easy prey right now. Matis flipped backwards and aimed at the legs once more. With only Albel left after Sain, the nomad would surely surrender. That, or be easy enough to FORCE him to surrender.
With enough luck, Matis' strategy would work this time.
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