Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2012 2:29:58 GMT -6
Lyrt stared at Jya dumbstruck as she dashed off into the pandemonium that was breaking out about them. It had become a battlefield, blades clashing together while ball of flame raged through the sky. She had never experienced such chaos, everything was moving so quickly before her, and she started to lose herself in the high flying tensions.
It was almost as if for just a moment all of the people around her simply faded into the background and only the blood shed was left. Rich crimson pools flowed smoothly, each pool growing larger and larger as the blades sliced through the air. The color was so beautiful, something that she could sit and stare at for hours on end if it was the petals of a flower. Yet even with the strange attraction the color brought the more of it was the shed the more lives would be lost. It pained her to think of such things, but they stayed far beyond her control. Inability to act though was still not an excuse, it simply was a lesson she would have to learn from, she would have to be stronger. Far stronger than where she stood now to have a chance to make a noticeable difference.
She pulled the arrow from between her teeth and nocked it to her bow, taking careful aim right beyond Jya. There was no malice or bloodlust in her movements, they were cold and calculating almost mechanical. The arrow snapped from her string in a clean arc towards her companion, simply a shot to get her attention since the roar of battle overshadowed her own voice.
Her hands shook when she lowered the bow, resolve weakening at the brambled mess she would have to make her way through to Jya. The life she had now was all because of her kindness, it was wrong for her to have any second thoughts about risking it to repay the debt.
There was no time to sit and think! She had to act!
Gritting her teeth she dashed toward into the thick of it without another drawn out thought, her brother's blade was still tied to her back and she draw comfort from it. It was almost as if he was there with her as her strength, she needed something to hold onto through all of the madness.
Dodging was like dancing, except the sacaen girl held no knowledge of the steps nor of the tempo to move with. Crimson eyes focused solely on Jya as her goal, the pain from a long slice to her thigh dulling in the face of steely resolve. The bow she was so fond of was useless here, and she was unable to use a blade, the situation was a little too sticky for her tastes already. A soft chuckle burst from her lips at the hopelessness of the situation.
|
|
|
Post by Jya on Nov 25, 2012 14:42:19 GMT -6
OOC: Time for drama! Imma borrow that arrow Lyrt!
Before Jya could properly reach Richter, someone else stepped in her way. She had to stop in her tracks, looking for a way to get at her target. She didn't care now, all that mattered was this mission. She was going to do whatever it took to finish it. So, her blade went up, ready to hack at the red haired man but an arrow lightly struck her arm. It was a superficial wound but it caused her to double down in surprise and fall on her butt. The killing edge fell gently to the ground.
Her head turned around to face whoever shot the arrow and saw Lyrt out in the distance. The white headed Sacaen was easy to find to say the least. Why was she here? Remembering the man that stood in her way, she turned towards the man. This time she took note of his features. The long red hair was so familiar and that face. She struggled for a name, some word to match the face.
"I...I made a mistake, didn't I?" she finally stammered. Her eyes was still upon the man, remembering perhaps his kindness in her past. She wanted to explain herself, tell him that she meant only to survive. Now the young archer was involved. It was supposed to be simple but this mistake was unforgivable.
"I have to protect Lyrt, it is all my fault Shinta." she stated a little more loudly and finally remembering the man's name. From there she had to pick her blade again, ignoring the sharp pain from the arrow. Then she gathered her strength to move toward Lyrt. If anything, Jya needed to get the archer out alive!
|
|
|
Post by Kenshin on Nov 25, 2012 15:23:45 GMT -6
OoC: Que up the battle musicBiC: During the fight with Yaen he had used an axe, Kenshin knew nothing about his swordsmanship but he could guess like his ability with an axe it would be based on brute strength. He knew he couldn't let Ardus put him on the defense, his only chance for victory was to stay on the offense. This bout very likely will be Kenshin's last, whether he walked away alive or not so he had to make it one to remember. It's been years since he had such doubt in himself in a fight, granted he had some close calls in the past but to have this feeling from a single man, Hartmut is the only he could compare Ardus to. Kenshin had no quarrel with Illia or this man, he only sought out to protect what seems to be a faint memory from his past. Kenshin had respected Ardus' strong desire to protect his friend but he could not allow him to kill him in this arena, Katara and his daughter eagerly awaited his final return home to become a family man. Who's resolve was greater would reveal itself in the moments to come. Ardus' blade had began to emit light from it as he kept it pointed at him, he didn't know of a weapon that could do such a trick. He had heard rumors of magical blades but he always thought of them to be fairy tails, could this be one of them? He couldn't allow himself to second guess the nature of the sword but ruling out the possibility would be foolish. The roar of the riot had almost drowned itself out, the clashing of blades had seemed distant even though they were mere feet away. Ardus gave him a chance to stand down, Kenshin had already gave him his response. Kenshin's left hand made it's way to his scabbard, he would need to keep Ardus off balance in anyway he could, he had lowered himself a bit as a devilish smile grew on his face and his blue eyes had almost began to shine. He had loosened the scabbard from his belt as he brought his Wo Dao closer to his head while he shoved off with his right foot closing the gap between the two, Kenshin swung his sword with all his might slashing in a diagonal going from the right to the left as he was in striking range. One thing was for sure, if it wasn't chaos in the stands and arena gamblers would be rushing to make bets on this fight. For one to boldly threaten, let alone challenge, the Crimson Demon he must very confident in himself.
|
|
Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
|
Post by Isabel on Nov 25, 2012 16:01:58 GMT -6
“ISABEL! HEY FRIEND! OVER HERE FRIIIIEEEEND~! I’M SO GLAD YOUR SAFE, NOW COME GET ALONG WITH ME, COME AND SING AND LET’S BE FRIENDS TOGETHEEEER~! Isabel, I'm so glad you're safe! I missed you! What have you been doing? I was, oh wait we should catch up later, for now lets focus on making everyone feel better!"
Isabel twisted on her heels, turning to face that idiot bard of her's and the axe-wielding brute charging both of them now. Her eyes widened in shock for a moment, and then she raised a hand, firing another one of those rapid-moving balls of Flux at the man's face. It didn't do much more than cease the man's movement, causing him to stumble and drop his weapon, but it was enough for now. Isabel stood still for a moment, rummaging in her satchel, replacing the worn Flux tome with the almost-new Luna without looking at her hands, instead glaring at Calvin. "Why are you even..." she muttered, grinding her teeth, trying to drown out the crowd for a moment so she could think. Okay, so, great. Jya, Lyrt, that familiar swordsman, and now Calvin. 4 people she needed to keep tabs on, and one she definitely knew would be needing her help...
"Wyatt!"
The sheer loudness of the confusion seemed to be dying down a bit, if only for a second, and, although Isabel didn't recognize the name shouted, she knew the voice. They had met only in passing, but Isabel wouldn't forget that voice... And the clumsy, shaggy-haired boy that it belonged to. Good grief... Valcrist?! No, no time to go looking for him now. She raised her hands again, this time almost staggering from the sheer might of the tome in her hands. It was no legendary weapon, no great, super-powerful magic, but the Luna tome was packed more oomph than she had imagined. "Calvin, stick close to me and keep an eye out for Jya." Isabel commanded, taking a step towards the bard as a large tendril of dark, elder magic formed in front of her hands. This... She had been hoping that she would have been able to hold this for longer, but this magic was already draining her quickly. Better make it count, then.
Isabel raised her right, gloved hand in the air, and then swiped it down, diagonally, in front of her chest; the tendril mimed her, knocking several fighters down in front of her. In that brief second before movement, Isabel thought she caught a glimpse of an emerald blade, but then she was dragging Calvin through the newly-created and quickly-filled opening. The tendril preceded them, knocking back the foes in front of them, but it was already flickering out of existence, and Isabel's legs felt like jelly, and she was breathing too fast, and the edges of her vision were going dark... No, no, no. Not right now. After! She needed to be here for Calvin, for Jya, for that stupid white-haired, sword-flinging girl, for Valcrist, wherever he was...
The tendril sputtered out of existence entirely for a second, Isabel stood still, felt a dull pain on her right arm, and leaned against Calvin for a second. And then something happened. It was... A second wind? Adrenaline, whatever you wanted to call it. Survival instinct? Perhaps. Isabel stood tall for a second, and then a thin, almost wispy tendril started curling around her. Several more pains started up on her body, but she ignored them for now; the wisp spiralled, passing through and chilling the foes ignoring the two children in their midst, and then it solidified, piercing the men where the spell had struck. And that was that. Isabel was out of magic, out of time, and most likely dead. The shaman leaned forward, falling... And then opened her eyes, finding the world to just be a mess of colors, but found herself looking at some weird black blur.
And then the great and powerful magical prodigy that was Isabel LeFury passed out.
|
|
Calvin Toros
Pupil
Friendship gives value to survival
Posts: 154
Profession: Bard
Affinity: Light
|
Post by Calvin Toros on Nov 25, 2012 17:08:06 GMT -6
Calvin’s innocent expression switched to one of obliviousness as Isabel shot a flux in his direction. He turned his head to find it impact against a brutes face and immediately he stepped close to Isabel.
“Woah, It’s ok Isabel, he was probably just looking for a hug. Someone was moved by my music, finally!”
Calvin was completely ignoring Isabel as she tried to analyse everything. He was busy walking towards the brute from before.
“Lets be friends together and make everyone feel bet—“
He immediately stepped back when he realized the guy was dangerous... Clearly as he started to regain himself and held his weapon tightly, he wasn't looking for a friend. Calvin nervously stepped back by Isabel. He was cut off by Isabel’s yelling and turned back to her, immediately shrugging off what he was in the middle of doing. He nodded politely and skipped innocently back to Isabel.
“Jya’s here?! I knew I saw her! Don’t worry friend, I won’t fail you!”
His eyes immediately shot around the stage analysing anybody he could. There was Isabel and he had already seen Valcrist. Solly was busy elsewhere, but where was Jya? Everything around him, including Isabel’s frightening magic seemed to fade as he searched almost robotically for Jya. His squinted eyes regained themselves however as he felt an increased force to his right side. Turning he was to find Isabel leaning on him.
“I-Isabel? You okay?!”
He held her with both his arms for a moment, totally oblivious to what was happening as usual. Calvin was dragged immediately through this new opening, completely ignored by the surrounding foes. Time seemed to slow as he looked around. This was… This was Isabels work? She had grown even stronger since he had last been with her… He was for a moment filled with grief. He had wanted to be there for Isabel and with Isabel all the time, and he had missed part of her training. He felt like he somehow failed as a friend. His gaze turned back to Isabel, her face was determined, serious. Calvin smiled, impressed by her composure and actions, even in this panic she was on the ball, she knew what to do and she was sticking up for the both of them. Time immediately regained itself as Calvin watched Isabel Fall to the floor.
“I-ISABEL!?”
He spoke in a panic immediately dropping to his knees. Calvin forgot about all the fighting and was focused solely on his fallen friend. He had even failed to notice Jya crossing just in front of them. Within a few seconds his eyes were scanning her body trying to find out what was wrong. She wasn’t responding. To Calvin it was like she had just died. He constantly nudged her body with his arms. Just then, his eyes noticed something. A blue glass bottle belonging to Isabel. His mind flashed back, back to a time long ago. They were traveling with Tara and Jya, two of their newly met friends. Tara was teaching him about supplies for battles and journeys and, she mentioned something about vulneries. There was a much stronger, almost magical version called elixers. They were rare but were much more powerful and much more fast acting. Calvin could pay her back later, there was no way he wanted his friend to die!
“Please be ok Isabel! Please hang on!”
Tears began to fill his eyes as he pulled the Elixer from her possession and fed her what remained in the bottle before bagging the empty glass. Filled with an almost empowered sense of determination he grabbed Isabel in both his arms and hefted her off the ground. He leapt to a standing position and looked around. Enemies were busy fighting each other, he had to get his friend to safety! He was only shocked to find his old friend Jya crossing by.
“Jya! Friend! You’re safe! I’m so glad! Let’s go, let’s get out of here!”
In all the tension Calvin was beginning to forget about Valcrist, his mind was focused on protecting his dearest friend, the one that had always protected him! Alongside his friend Jya, he headed for the nearest exit.
|
|
Edrick
Shaman
Even in darkness one can devote themself to the light.
Posts: 114
Sacae Fame: 1
Profession: Jack of all Trades
Affinity: Light
|
Post by Edrick on Nov 25, 2012 17:23:20 GMT -6
Suddenly the noise from outside the infirmary nearly quadrupled in volume rousing Edrick from his laying down position into a sitting position.
"Oh no, you shouldn't be moving we still haven't finished purging the dark energy from your body. Said the 1st of the two healers attending him.
"Oh don't worry you have gotten enough, what is left is only making me stronger, I harness it's power after all." Edrick said.The pain still burdens me but I can feel the increased power although I don't think I have enough energy to cast any spells. I should go see what is going on in the arena.
Suddenly a cleric burst through the door into the infirmary "The arena is in chaos!! There is killing and injured people everywhere!!" The cleric said before falling down dead, an arrow in his back.
"I need to see what is going on out there." Edrick said before standing up and walking over to the door.
"No you can't it's to dangerous and you are not fully healed yet, you will only get yourself killed!" The cleric that had been treating him said trying to stop Edrick from going out into the fight.
"Listen, there are people dying out there if I can save some lives at the cost of my own it just might be worth it in my opinion. Edrick told the cleric before walking into the corridor that led to the gate into the arena. As soon as Edrick reached the gate what he saw was pure chaos. There was maybe a couple of thousand people out there in a free for all fight with weapons flying around, people dropping dead and magics of many types being cast. When suddenly he felt elder magic being cast close to him then people in front of him just falling dead. It was then that he realized that he had began to walk into the arena. I need to get some of the injured people out of the arena! more people are dying by the second! ANYONE WHO IS INJURED COME TO THE INFIRMARY IT IS SAFE THERE!" Edrick yelled over as many people as he could manage. Then suddenly he saw a Girl collapse almost 10 feet away and a boy who looked to be around his age give her a liquid in a bottle and then proceed to pick her up and move with her to where he did not know.
He ran over to him and noticed that there was another woman that he was running to "HEY! if she is injured come with me to the infirmary it is safe there!" Edrick said as he dodged an axe that was thrown at him.
|
|
Zerachiel
Assassin
To many you will simply be another fool of a bloody king, but to me you shall always be a friend.
Posts: 99
Profession: Etrurian Assassin
Affiliation: Etrurian Inquisition
Affinity: Light
Profile: Zerachiel
OoC Alias: Elias
|
Post by Zerachiel on Nov 25, 2012 22:28:29 GMT -6
The scythe of death swung down seeking to end the life of one man. Now was his time, it was perfect, in the chaos he would never expect it. He was powerless. Defenseless. There was absolutely nothing he could do to stop this, the serendipity of it all was simply too much to bear. He paid no care to the men scurrying around for whatever reason they may, this was not his mission. His mission was a mission given to him by the Herald himself, whatever this was fell outside of his parameters and as such out of his care.
It was from the shadows, but he had been trailing him for days now, perhaps even weeks. Sticking to the darkness, seamlessly blending into the surroundings. Disguises, smooth talking, and a few cover ups, but it was all worth it. This one perfect opportunity to kill another man, to end the life of his target. A man who dared to stand against the prophet, a man who destroyed the lives of many of his loyal followers, a man who had the audacity to pose as a priest of his church. This was a man who deserved nothing else but the icy touch of death.
Zerachiel moved with razor sharp precision, his cloak tightly clinging to his lithe frame and the killing razor seeking to shave off the life of his target. The jagged edges of his deadly weapon sure to rip his flesh asunder. His only hope would be to transform, but if he dared to transform, the crowd would turn against him in an instant and he would die all the same. It mattered not if his hand was the source of his death, only that he realizes that no one stands against the Prophet and lives. His cloak fluttering madly as he dove in as he ran by. Him escaping some poor man who had the misfortune to attack a beast near him without realizing he was a monster in disguise. No doubt he never even saw the assassin, rushing from the abyss and holding his blade, poised to end his life in one stroke.
The scythe of death swung down seeking to end the life of one man. Marchamut Odintongue was going to die here, today.
|
|
Marcus
Manakete
Dragon Reborn
Hell and back is a long way to go, but my journey's only begun.
Posts: 176
Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Dark
Dragon Element: Lightning
Profile: Marcus
OoC Alias: Marc
|
Post by Marcus on Nov 26, 2012 1:16:45 GMT -6
As Marcus ran down the stairs, he tried to survey his surroundings. He could no longer see Clair through the melee, but he guessed she would be wherever the descending pegasus knights were headed. He caught a glimpse of Richter in the middle of the chaos, preparing to fight a red-haired swordsman, who, it seemed, had sided with the failed assassin. From behind him, he thought he heard more drunken shouts followed by what seemed to be the solemn hum of elder magic. As he turned to check what was happening behind him, he instead saw the unexpected. This man was an entirely different animal from his previous attacker. Where the drunken man had been clumsy and indecisive, this man moved with a frightening amount of precision and every movement was made with absolute certainty. This man was intentionally attacking him and one thing was absolutely certain. He meant to kill Marcus and could do it with ease. That thought alone scared Marcus more than any thing else he had ever experienced in his life.
It was that exact fear that allowed him to react as he did, for as the man drew closer to hitting his mark, that fear turned to anger. Anger towards the assassin. Anger towards all these people carelessly killing each other. Anger towards ghosts long gone from the world. But most of all, he was angry at himself. Deep down inside, he knew why this man was here to kill him. His own actions had caused this and nothing he could do or say would undo the damage he had done. He had allowed himself to recklessly give in to his power and he had let it control him. Now, he had let himself become a monster and this man was here to kill that monster. In the end, he was no better than his father. He realized at that moment that, if he died here, he would never get the chance to become better than what he had become. That, if this assassin succeeded, he would never have a chance to be better and it was that singular thought that made Marcus angrier than he had ever been in his life.
As the assassin's blade drew near, Marcus' anger exploded outwards, releasing the energy kept inside of his dragonstone. Light poured off of every pore on the dragon's body as his human form slipped away to reveal his true form. Where a scared young man once stood, a large black dragon had appeared. Now that he had shed his human skin, the assassin's blade did little more than scrape a scale on the dragon's leg. The assassin himself merely leaped back, seemingly unimpressed. Or perhaps this was what he had wanted from the beginning. At that moment, none of that mattered to Marcus. All he wanted was to end this man once and for all. Letting out a loud roar, the black dragon surged forward in an attempt to seize the assassin between his teeth.
|
|
Zerachiel
Assassin
To many you will simply be another fool of a bloody king, but to me you shall always be a friend.
Posts: 99
Profession: Etrurian Assassin
Affiliation: Etrurian Inquisition
Affinity: Light
Profile: Zerachiel
OoC Alias: Elias
|
Post by Zerachiel on Nov 26, 2012 1:33:30 GMT -6
The second he transformed. The second his body shifted from that of a human's, his job was over. The beast was furious, the monster wanting nothing else then to flay his flesh from it's very bones. His life was on the line, he went into this mission knowing who his target was, a dragon. No amount of skill or experience could ever make this a safe mission, and he accepted it all the same knowing that he might well die. He looked at the dragon, perhaps seeming unimpressed, instead his mind was coming up with countless moves to make in this high risk game of chess. He got him to reveal his king, but perhaps it will cost him everything in the process. It was up to the countless pawns of this arena to take care of the dragon for him.
He moved as quickly as he could, but it wasn't fast enough. The razor teeth of the dragon tearing through the air. Twisting his body, he barely avoided being crushed to death in them, his arm getting caught instead. Deep fleshy wounds riddled the arm, the meat of his arm puckering as it was forced past the skin. Pain pierced every inch of his body like dipping into a lake of ice water. He could see the crushed bone of his jutting out of his flesh and dripping with blood, the deadly teeth jabbing through the limb, piercing it like it was paper.
Still, even with the pain of a thousand needles prickling his flesh, he never hesitated. He rose that deadly deadly blade once more, a new target. Crashing down on his elbow, severing the arm right at the joint, blood spraying all over the stands. The pain was so immense, he choked down the bile and vomit, his cries stifled to nothing. He didn't even take the time to mourn the loss of his arm, he moved without hesitation. To the end of the stands, where the railing kept them from free-falling to their demise.
He leapt.
This only chance at escape, the bloodied arm leaving a trail of crimson behind him as he fell from the stands, the fall would surely kill him, if the dragon did not. He was lucky, or perhaps it was his plan all along, a unsuspecting arena fighter breaking the fall of the direly injured assassin. He could hear a cracking as he crashed to the earth, was it the gladiator's or his? Was his legs still fine? More importantly, could he still run?
"DRAGON!" He shouted as loudly as he could, scrambling back to his feet, ignoring whatever pain he felt as overbearing as it could possibly be. He had learned to kill his pain, there was no place for weakness in assassins.
|
|
|
Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Nov 26, 2012 2:11:51 GMT -6
Tuatara jumped awake at the sound of the mage's shinanagins. "AH!"
"AH!" A womans voice replied, followed by some curses. Tuatara looked over to see an older woman holding a staff. "Don't startle me like that!" Lots of noise could be heard coming from the arena.
"Oh, sorry!" Tuatara said as he sat up. He quickly looked around. "Ah, I see I lost. Hey, have you seen my bag?" He looked back to the healer lady as he asked. She stared at him, completely befuddled. He'd only come in with torn clothes and a dagger.
"Here sir!" Zach called out, popping out of nowhere. He was covered in clothes and bags.
"Ah, there you are!" Tuatara smacked his cheeks and shook his head. He had been talking like a Sacaen merchant. "Anyways, Zach- no Bob, since your my bag- hey, what's your name anyway-- I need a new shirt and cape." He made strange facial expressions as he waited, trying to dislodge what was left of the accent. It had begun to fade as he talked. "Oh, and are you a warrior? Wait, of course not, your my bag. Duh, bags don't fight." He rolled his eyes.
"My name is Will," Zach said, tossing Tuatara a new shirt and cape. Tuatara jumped out of bed and slid his shirt onto his shirtless frame.
"Excuse me, you can't just walk out, your arm-" the healer lady began.
"AH HA! So that's why your not a warrior," Tuatara said as he swoshed his cape on and began tying it on. "With your name, the archers would always be looking for you. Though being a pin cushion might be fun.." He finished tying the knot. The healer lady continued to protest.
Another healer came running in. "The arena is in chaos!! There is killing and injured people everywhere!!" And then apparently died.
The healer lady froze and Tuatara looked to Will. "Armor, now."
"Um... you mean that?" Will questioned.
"Of course I mean that, unless you know of anything else that qualifies as armor in one of those bags," Tuatara said a bit snapy. He grinned.
"I'm not exactly sure that qualifies as armor," Will said as he dug around. He soon produced two mini-gongs, one with two straps on it. Tuatara took it and slapped it on his head and tied it off. He double checked that he had his dagger and took the other.
"Bye healer ladies!" Tuatara said cheerfully as he ran off. "And Zach, go back to camp!"
Will watched as his boss ran off. He'd barely been under the man's employ for a day and he already was questioning his own sanity. There goes the worlds strangest man he thought, looking after Tuatara.
"He really is mad," the healer lady said.
"Mad? I think that does the man injustice," Will said, walking off. Though I haven't the foggiest what word would. >< >< ><
Where to go, where to go... Tuatara thought as he ran up some stairs. He came to the top and found a beautiful sight- a dragon's butt. Aer- nope, definitely not. He quickly looked behind him. There was crazy people everywhere down in the arena. He made his way around to look the dragon in the face.
"Oh, hey Marcus, was up?" Tuatara asked the dragon as he caught sight of the rest of him. He'd only met one black dragon so he assumed it was him. There was blood dripping from his maw and Tuatara caught sight of a black- clothed figure running for the mass of people.
"DRAGON!" Someone yelled. Naw, Tuatara thought, rolling his eyes. The sun glinted off his helmet.
|
|
|
Post by Mana on Nov 26, 2012 2:33:00 GMT -6
"What's going on here???"
Mana wasn't the only one who got confused by the whole sudden appearance of the assassin, the chaos ensued from it, and the battles around her. Who against who wasn't clear at this point, it seemed like a battlefield where everyone was your enemy. What supposed to be a fair one-on-one match had turned to a big battle. Some understood what was happening and why while some others seemed to just have bad luck for being in wrong place and wrong time.
Also, she lost track of Wyatt after the two tried to get into the arena. Following him wasn't easy when people, both normal spectators and fighters alike, was running and seeking for safety. After some struggling, she got herself into the arena although she was pretty late. Wyatt seemed to have situation under control, Clair was safe with him and the Lost Swordman had joined them.
Her instinct told her to draw her sword, this wasn't a simple ruckus, this was a serious situation where she and her friends were in danger. "Time to join the fray!" she said as she drew her iron sword. The girl rushed toward Wyatt and Lost Swordman, gracefully dodging some attacks from unknown people. She arrived in time to kill an axeman who tried to attack Wyatt, killing him with a quick slash that separated his head from his body. His blood splashed on her clothes as she shoved the dead headless body to the side. After that messy killing, she turned around and trusted her back to the others as she assesed the situation. "Stop the bleeding! Tear her cloth or something! You know how to do it, right?"
"DRAGON!"
Great, now another madman had appeared and began spouting nonsense. Mana ignored him as she tried to focus in shielding the injured Clair.
*throb*
"Eh? What was..."
*throb* *throb*
Mana heard...felt something from Falcatta. "Am I dreaming?" The sword was beating, it was demanding something from her. The weird feeling continued coming from the sword no matter how she tried to ignore it. Seeming unsure, and somewhat tranced, the Sacaen swordswoman dropped her iron sword and then put her hand on the hilt of Falcatta. "Does it...ask me to...?" Mana seemed hesitated but she then drew Falcatta out of its sheath.
|
|
|
Post by Richter Abend on Nov 26, 2012 15:53:22 GMT -6
Someone else closing the gap for once
As Kenshin darted towards him, a crimson blur against the chaotic backdrop of the arena, Richter noticed the emerald assassin go darting off towards the stands. Dammit! The Crimson Demon was only buying her time, it seemed, and Richter knew if he let his guard down for a second to pursue the girl, he knew he'd find himself missing a limb, or even his life.
So if that was the case, then Richter would just have to take down her co-conspirator and beat the information out of him. With a quick step inward, the Ilian lifted his great black blade upwards in an attempt to parry the Crimson Demon's strike. The swords scraped together, steel upon steel, but while Richter was more than able to counter his opponent's blow in regards to sheer force, it didn't stop Kenshin's blade from slicing past his defense and opening a sizable gash on his arm.
Richter hissed as the pain fired through his synapses, put refused to take a step back. He was bound to take a couple of knicks against a swordsman as fast as Kenshin, so this was no reason to panic. Digging his feet into the sand, Richter torqued his hips and using the resulting momentum brought his runed greatsword back around, cutting horizontally at the red haired swordsman in front of him. With any luck, the blow would take a good chunk out of him, but if not...
"DRAGON!"
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
At the appearance of the great black dragon and the shouting that accompanied it, it was decidedly time to to go into action.
"That's chaotic enough, don't you think?" asked the wyvern commander of his subordinate. The other man just looked on at his superior in horror. "I thought we had someone to deal with him...?" he uttered, his mouth agape as he glanced back at the now roaring dragon. "Multiple agents of the Prophet have been pursuing that dragon," replied the commander, grabbing a lance that had been leaning on the parapet wall. "And apparently this one failed." He calmly strode over to his wyvern, a great golden beast, and swung himself up onto the saddle. "So now we clean up the mess." "S-sir?" The soldier hastily made for his helmet, scrambling to put it on. "Get the rebels in behind me, and do try to keep up."
Lieutenant Ramus Gyax, or rather High Officer and Operative Alranus Aurilia as he was more properly known, spurred his great beast of a mount forward and soared down from the parapet which he had been stationed, his lance aimed right for the heart of the dragon that was currently rampaging around the arena.
"Riders, fall in behind the lieutenant!" came the call, and at it, forty other wyvern riders came darting out of the towers that circled the arena, their numerous wings casting a great shadow on the arena below them, and made their descent towards the dragon.
|
|
Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
|
Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Nov 26, 2012 17:52:13 GMT -6
If things weren't dangerous enough, a demon is somewhere out here, a huge dragon has appeared and has taken a man's arm off, Tut is loose, Wyverns are flooding the arena ((and prom's tomorrow!)) and all because Synkkis decided to push back a drunk guy.
Wasting no time at all, the pupil ran in the opposite direction accidentally stepping on the lad he had just knocked over. "You can sit. I am running!" he yelled, if only to himself as he leapt over stands towards the center of the arena.
He leapt over a guarding rail and into the arena, bumping into the ill-fated shaman defeated earlier by the axe-man. "The Pale Man?" He almost wanted to shake his hand, but a wyvern passed overhead and it made him stumble back.
|
|
|
Post by Clair Feldsky on Nov 27, 2012 19:51:18 GMT -6
The waves of heat coming off of Wyatt's weapon registered only dimly to Clair as she saw the explosive bisection take the one trying to take her. Knowing that she wouldn't have to worry about him anymore brought a measure of relief. And the fact that there was someone friendly standing over her. Maybe now she could try to check her injury and see what there was to be done about it.
Before she could try to get her slowing muscles to move though, she was hauled up by her arm. A rim of fire along her back seemed to explode into pain as an inarticulate yell of pain pushed its way out her mouth. It brought back a sense of urgency as her mental focus seemed to sharpen in response, but it also brought home just how bad it was.
She looked up from where she leaned heavily on Wyatt, seeing him attempting to flag in one of the pegasus riders circling down towards them. She heard Mana nearby suggesting that they tie off her injury. She wasn't against this. Even in the shroud of pain over her mind, any kind of care for her back was something she was all for. She didn't know whether they'd be able to do any good here though. The leather armor she was wearing over everything wasn't going to tear easily, and the very well might have to tie her tight enough to constrict her lungs if it was to take any effect.
There was a moment of jostling, and Clair turned her head to see one of her riders landing and riding her pegasus over top of those unlucky enough to be in the way. It wasn't the same crushing force that Corona brought to bear, but it was still a bigger animal than anyone else down here.
[yellow]"Sling her up here, boy! Then clear out."[/yellow] Delia reached her arm down to help haul Clair up onto Sarna, brow furrowed in concentration as she whacked someone with the haft of her staff with the other hand.
[yellow]"Nothing to be gained here anymore!"[/yellow]
The dragon roar suddenly filling the arena suddenly managed to attract a good bit of attention. The fear and anger towards dragons present in Bern was talked of the world over by those who believed in such things. The militant country held grudges against those rampaging beasts. Clair's eyes flickered briefly into focus on the beast, but she knew it as a friend. He had made a oolish and dangerous action by transforming here. She wasn't able to even properly worry over him at the moment though.
"Marcus... don't hurt...." She broke down into a coughing fit, her injury burning angrily at the irritation.
|
|
Wyatt
Hero
The Volcano
How can someone win if winning means that someone loses?
Posts: 463
Etruria Fame: 2
Sacae Fame: -1
|
Post by Wyatt on Nov 27, 2012 22:44:29 GMT -6
Wyatt happily handed Clair off to the rider. [red]"Take care of her! She owes me a drink!"[/red] He said, as they took off. He turned to see that Mana had joined him and Valcrist in the center of the arena...and then he saw something that seemed far more important then that. Well, he heard it first. Even over the sounds of battle, the roar could be heard, it covered the arena, and it froze more then a few people in their places.
It was like time had stopped. Invocations half finished, swords and axes paused in mid swing, all attention was on the stands, where a massive dragon stood, looking like it was about to kill the lot of them. Wyatt swallowed hard. It sounded bragging to say he'd seen bigger, but that didn't make it any less terrifying. Even the fighters began fleeing the arena, though some of them remained behind to try their hand against a creature of legend. Mana and Valcrist didn't move though, the three of them seemed to maintain their courage. Wyatt was scared, his legs felt like jelly seeing such a powerful creature. But as it tore about the stands, causing chaos and general panic, Wyatt knew that there was only one thing to do.
If they fled, this creature might destroy half of the city, or more. With all the people here for the tournament, the casualties would be unthinkable. Even now some of Bern's finest charged it from the sky, showing no fear as they dived in against a creature of legend.
That kind of courage...they needed to show it too.
[red]"Mana! Valcrist!"[/red] He called, totally ignoring the latters disguise. Now was no longer the time for that. [red]"We've got to stop that thing. There is no way normal weapons are going to hurt it. But maybe, just maybe, we've got something that can."[/red] He said, hefting his magical axe, noting that the two of them had very unique weapons of their own drawn. [red]"Richter and Kenshin aren't the biggest threat anymore. We've got to get rid of that before it destroys the entire city!"[/red]
Wyatt took a deep breath, maybe the last time he would do it, and looked up at the creature before he made his final choice. With a roar, and not bothering to look if his allies went with him, the smith charged the field, moving through the gap that had been made by people trying to get away from the dragon.
The path was clear, and he charged it, wondering all the way what the hell he was doing.
|
|