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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2014 12:57:12 GMT -6
With his own opponent finished off properly, here came...the big one. After seeing that all of the attacks inflicted from his allies only slowing it down, Veigue had to think of a different approach. Iadra's entering attack almost startled the usually composed sacaean, but he wasn't complaining. The armored undead was down and it was somewhat amusing watching it struggle to get off it's back like a turtle. Ah, but bad bad Veigue...there's no amusement in any of these undead people. They already suffered enough from being resurrected. He needed to take advantage of the undead's downtime, but he had this itching feeling that whatever he did would fail horribly, or at the very least, he'd end up getting himself or more importantly, someone else hurt in the process. The undead was just defenseless, but it was still wiggling around. It was still a threat.
With Iadra taking care of the newcomer, he'd have to leave them be for now. He decided to just go for it and charge forth towards the downed undead. However, by the time he came in close quarters, the armored zombie swung it's spear while still on the ground. The weapon's range was superb, he had to give it that. He was forced to halt in his tracks and jump over the weapon out of retaliation. Okay, so he was right...the thing could still fight even if it wasn't standing. Whether it was a lucky swing or not, it was very close to slicing his leg off if he were a second slower. Seriously, he wanted to punch whoever brought these people back to life in the face. He was already getting tired of fighting them. But he had to, for their sake.
By the time he was ready for a second attempt, the armored undead...rolled over. Huh...well, that was new. But that was BAD, since that meant he was going to be back on his feet soon. He needed to at least buy the others more time, so the swordsman was hellbent on making sure he didn't stand. He sprinted forth as fast as he could as the undead was slowly rising with the support of his arms. The swordsman went for a small leap forth while pulling his sword arm back, needing to create enough force to at least do something with his attack. When he swung the blade as hard as he could, his blade's edge collided with the back of the armor plate, only leaving a gash on the armor at most, but Veigue added his own weight and force from his sprint as he went falling down with the undead as the the armored undead laid there on his chest and Veigue awkwardly there on his back.
He heard the undead moan before it became louder, then Veigue was suddenly pushed off the back as the undead found the strength to raise his upper body again. Veigue rolled in the grass and remained in one spot while crouched down on one knee, recovered from the reaction. That should have at least bought the others some time to do something else more effective or find a way to actually kill him. His family sword was probably strong enough to cut through that armor, but he had to keep reminding himself that he couldn't use it yet.
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Post by Mana on Aug 4, 2014 17:34:26 GMT -6
Mana was dumbfounded when Hadrian coughed blood and leaned on his staff as support while the big undead guy approached him. The monster was going to sandwich him! Would she help him in time? Mana was a fast runner but this distance between them seemed...impossible for her to assist the sick bishop in time before he got killed. Thanks to Iadra, who came to help with her light bullets. It was funny to see the terrifying abomination squirming like a turtle but the turtle-zombie was still a dangerous creature nonetheless.
The Sacaen girl immediately examined the sick bishop's condition when she arrived beside them. "You are a healer, aren't you?" Mana spoke to Iadra, gesturing to her staff. Two healers! Nice! Although one of them seemed pretty sick now. Observing their surrounding, she was convinced that they would be safe even after she left them to fight that turtle. There were a couple of zombies around but also their allies who fighting. Iadra was strong too so she should be able to protect herself and Hadrian. "Please heal him, Iadra. I am going to assist, Veigue," she said.
Well, Veigue was doing fine. He might not need any help. If undead could think that armor zombie might be pissed after what veigue had done. "Alright now what should we do?" she remarked as she tapped Veigue's shoulder, smiling. Mana admired how he fought against that monster. She had even considered to challenge him later, assuming they would get out of this alive. Well, they surely would. Somehow she couldn't imagine them losing. "Maybe I can cut through the armor...I am not sure. I am counting on you to help me if I fail!" As soon as she said that, and not waiting for the other Sacaen's reply, the hotheaded Sacaen bolted toward the undead. She wanted to attack it before the undead could stand and regain its balance.
The undead swung his spear horizontally, aiming to hit Mana's head. Spear was usually super effective in a straightforward trust but due to its length a swing attack shouldn't be underestimated. The Sacaen girl dodged the attack by sliding between the huge zombie's legs. "Lets see if you can stand again after this!" she roared. In that few seconds when she passed the gap between its legs, Mana slashed four times in successive fashion, twice for each leg. The sword cut though the armored legs at the joints. Undeads couldn't feel pain but they would still fall when their muscles were severed. The armored undead growled as it fell on the knees.
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Post by Hadrian on Aug 5, 2014 4:09:06 GMT -6
Hadrian supported himself as another violent fit of coughing racked his body. Damn me... He spared a watery-eyed glance at the advancing undead knight. Suddenly, a spear of light shot through the air, piercing the fog of his vision like a beacon. It sent the knight flying, knocking it back onto its armour like flipping a turtle. Light magic...? An Acolyte? Or maybe even... another bishop? The thought of someone so obviously gifted feeling something as disgusting as pity for him stirred him into motion. Hoisting himself up, he got a look at the newcomer. "Are you injured?" Hadrian looked at the female bishop, her healing staff in hand. "In a manner of speaking," he said, with a weak smile. "You won't be able to do anything with that staff though, it's a disease I was born with. He stood up, his fit having subsided.
"I'm Hadrian, former bishop of the Church of Saint Elimine. Might I ask your name? His strength returning, Hadrian stowed the healing staff under his cloak and pulled out his Light tome again. "Are you in the employ of the Silver Cross as well... milady?" Hadrian tagged the arbitrary courtesy on at the end, not sure how he should address a bishop now, with his own reputation within the Church in tatters. But that was enough thinking for now, there was a battle to be fought.
Hadrian just caught Mana slicing through the muscles of the knight, and watched as the armoured Undead came crashing to its knees, the sound of rattling armour drowning out the moans of the Horde. Hadrian didn't pull any punches, as soon as he saw the opening, he was in action. With a flourish of his hand, a bolt of light emerged from beneath his cloak, soaring towards the Undead knight. Light magic was devastatingly accurate, and the bolt did not miss its mark. Striking the helm of the Knight, it was not enough to pierce the armour, but the force of the impact cracked the helm, revealing the rotting skull which resided beneath it. Attacks should be easier, now that the primary weakness was exposed. They would still have to avoid that spear, though.
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Post by Iadra Zobek on Aug 5, 2014 9:44:08 GMT -6
"Yes." Iadra calmly replied to Mana, she was a healer and that much was certain. She bent down to assist the sick man, looking at Mana. "I'll take care of him, focus on the foe at hand." She looked at the creature, it still lived despite all the magic poured into it's corrupt form. It appeared to be more resistant to the arts of purification then the average abomination. Mana didn't even need her to say that however, she was gone before all the words could leave Iadra's mouth. She wondered if the young girl even heard her, either way it mattered little.
The man managed to scramble to his feet, whilst Mana and Veigue grappled with the monster. He explained to her that it wasn't anything she could help with, that it was simply a plague he had been stricken with since birth. It wasn't the first time she's come across such maladies, and every time it tugged at her heart to know she could do nothing to ease their suffering. Magic can heal things that are broken, things that get injured, but if something was plagued to begin with... There was extents to her healing. Maybe if she was stronger, maybe if she was worthy of holding Elmine's legendary staff. For now, however, there was little she could do except wish him well and make sure he is safe while he recovers.
"I am Iadra Zobek, also formerly a bishop. Now I'm a simple traveler." She smiled. Though she anticipated the church she belonged to was different than his, there was no need to doubt him. Her wine red robe was a sign of the church she belonged to, an offshoot of Elmine's conventional teachings, but it was small and not very well known. Which was the point, it was a small church that the Prophet had yet to sink his perverted teachings upon. One that thought Elmine as nothing more than a woman, as opposed to the deity many other made her to be. However now was scarcely the time to focus on such small differences. He was a kind man, that much was certain, elsewise why would he put himself in such danger in his condition? "I am with the Silver Cross, but I am not a member. I volunteer to help remove these undead, and ease the warrior's wounds."
She watched as Mana struck, as Hadrian used his magic in even his weakened state. The creature kneeled there, it's legs unable to move any longer as Mana severed them. The helmet shattered and revealing his head to the world to strike thanks to Hadrian's powerful light. "The light of the heavens... Gather about me and be my sword." She raised her hand as particles of light all fled to it like it was sucking them in. It built up more and more, searing light of undead's bane. "Purify the corruption seeped down into the root of the world!" She held her hand back as the light coalesced into what looked like a spear of pure shining energy. It was long, thin, like a giant toothpick in ways. With a swing of her arm the spear flew, it struck accurate and true. Light was precise, it struck in ways that other magic could only hope. A torrential flame is hard to control, and the nether was stubborn and hard to shepherd to do what you will, but light. Light listened, light worked with you, light understood.
The spear pierced into the gash in the armor left by Hadrian, the searing light too much for the creature to handle, destroying, disintegrating the flesh. Burning it away in holy flames until it was nothing more then ash. The kneeling creature kneeled no longer, the heavy being stayed still for a moment before slowly slumping forward and finally crashing into the earth with a heavy crash. Iadra took a few deep breaths, that particular spell wore her out a bit. She didn't want to risk the creature returning a third time, so she did all she could to end it. She breathed in, letting it out in a sigh. "Is everyone alright?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2014 14:25:41 GMT -6
Huh. Well, he barely got anything out of his little exchange with Mana before the young woman bolted off again. All he settled for was a short chuckle before bracing himself and ready to assist when needed. When he witnessed her severing the creature's joints, he was about ready to jump in to do his part. Though he was spared the effort of finding a way to pierce that armor when the two bishops went in action. That light magic was definitely impressive. He felt like it wasn't just the fact that these creature were much more vulnerable to magic, as the magic itself must have been strong in it's own right. That armor likely didn't even belong to that undead and while he doubt the armor itself was light resistant, it was strong enough to render some of their melee attacks nearly useless. Seemed like he underestimated magic to a certain extent.
But more importantly, that undead was now fried. No signs of life lingered as he sheathed his blade for now and keep it in his left hand. This battle didn't seem to have an end...not anytime soon, that is. He still couldn't gauge the amount of undead that were still out here. However, he turned to Iadra as he nodded his head at her question aimed at everyone. "Thanks, and glad to see you on the battlefield." He was at least grateful that situations like the armored zombie would be less frustrating with them around. Speaking of the other bishop, he looked in the direction of Hadrian now as he recalled what happened back there. "You holding up all right?"
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Post by Mana on Aug 22, 2014 15:11:44 GMT -6
Mana was almost sandwiched when the undead crashed to the ground. The girl barely avoided him by jumping to the side after the two bishops obliterated the armored undead's head. "Yeah! Way to go, you two!" The Sacaen swordwoman looked satisfied as she let out a victory cry.
But their victory was shortlived. Just after the armored undead was "freed" from his curse, another stronger abomination headed toward the group. Mana and Veigue were the closest one to the incoming threat while Hadrian and Iadra were in fairly safe distance. She watched how a group of three met their demise, slain by two dead walkers. One of them wore light armor and carried a huge broadsword and a shield, probably a knight. The other one was smaller in size but seemed more agile, he wielded twin daggers. Those two seemed different from the others. While they had the same rotten but immortal bodies and unpleasant stench, they dodged attacks instead of letting the fighters easily destroying them. Maybe they had intelligence? Although it was uncertain whether they retained their mind or not, it was easy to tell that those two had been skilled fighters when still alive....and somehow they still remembered how to use those skills. "The way they move....it's as if they are still alive...." Mana muttered to herself. This was bad.
The two zombies glared for a few seconds before they bolted straight to the group, growling. The smaller one moved with great speed that probably even surpassed Mana and Veigue. And the one with huge sword raised and swung the heavy weapon easily, showing his superhuman strength.
"Look out! These two are unlike the others!!" Mana shouted to warn the other as she prepared herself to engage the new enemies. Unfortunately for her, the smaller undead easily dodged her sword and then kicked her in the stomach which sent her flying backward. The bigger one then aimed for Veigue, he roared as he swung that huge sword in a horizontal arc, aiming for the swordsman's head.
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Post by Iadra Zobek on Aug 28, 2014 19:24:04 GMT -6
The swordsman from before spoke some kind words to her, and it made her glad. She had the impression he didn't particularly enjoy her presence, though perhaps that was simply her fretting about nothing. She gave him a somewhat tired smile, taking deep and even breaths and trying to recover from her last spell. It wasn't very proper for a lady to be gasping and panting for breath, no matter the circumstance. During her meditations in the monastery, she learned to control her breathing much more effectively. For how boring the exercises were, she managed to get something out of it, though somehow she thinks she missed the primary point.
However their victory proved to be short lived, for just as soon as they finished the unnaturally endurant undead monstrosity, a pair of aboriginal shambling corpses made their presence known. They weren't like the others, they were... more human, in the most terrifying of ways. They possessed a certain kind of knowledge rarely seen among their kind, the way they moved, the way they used their weapons like a warrior might instead of lazily swinging them about. There was a smaller one, and a larger one. Like that of an assassin and a warrior, and not the monsters she was so used to seeing.
She took in a sharp breath of air as her eyes widened while the monster charged at Mana, parrying her strike and striking back in return with a foul kick to her abdomen. It knocked her away as the creature turned it's head. It looked Iadra dead in the eyes, milky white clouded irises meeting with her, the glossy eyes of a dead man. She's never seen a monster- The creature sprinted with inhuman speed right at her! Iadra quickly threw her hands up. "Light o-"
She was too slow as the creature dived at her with twin blades, the daggers snaking around futile attempts to block his blow with her staff, biting deep into her flesh and tearing it away. It slashed twice, once with each jagged knife, the first was a shallow cut it her stomach ripping through the crimson red cloth of her robe and slashing at the skin beneath. The second cut was deeper, and higher, a crooked gash below her collarbone. Finally it smashed it's foot square in her gut, sending her tumbling back in the dirt and earth, her body contorting and rolling back, she could of swore she heard something crack.
The creature was too swift for Mana, how could she have hoped to stand a chance? Iadra laid there on the ground, her body bleeding and aching, as she struggled weakly for her staff that had been knocked from her hands in the fall.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2014 10:13:11 GMT -6
Well, he knew this battle wouldn't let up, but he didn't expect another fight so soon. The two abnormal undead...how in the the world did they possess such skill? Was this an effect of the magic that kept them together? Hopefully there weren't more of them, but Veigue knew that was just impossible. More of them were probably elsewhere, but maybe not on this battlefield. Regardless, the smaller yet agile one...the undead reminded him of when he fought Zarius. An opponent even faster than he...and it was clear that it may have been even faster than his deceased rival. The quickness it had to knock Mana out of the way and attack Iadra was hard for even he to keep up. "No!" Seeing Iadra gravely wounded, he was about to rush over to help until the big one swung at him.
...Great. Why does he always get picked on by the big guys? Oh well. This one was no slouch, as it was able to swing that broadsword with relative ease and it wasn't slow either. Veigue blocked the incoming strike to try and parry it, but it was useless and he was pushed back in return, almost flying away from impact before he caught his own fall. The undead warrior had quite the stamina for someone who was...dead. He barely had any recovery time before the monster charged right back at him for some more. Veigue still had the advantage when it came to mobility, but that clash alone was enough to prove that he was completely outmatched in terms of raw strength. He decided to meet the dead warrior's charge with his own, watching his enemy's blade in order to know how to react.
When they met, the monster tried to bring the broadsword down like a crushing hammer, an attack like that sure to be able to kill him in one blow if he didn't get out of it's range. Veigue side stepped into an opening on the warrior's side before dashing past him with a quick horizontal slash, managing to inflict a wound on his side, but it didn't seem to faze it too much. Even though Veigue didn't place all of his strength into that attack, he knew that the true way to kill the thing was to aim for the head. But that was difficult considering it probably wasn't going to give him the chance to do that easily at all. It recovered fast again as it spun around completely once while swinging it's sword, Veigue ducking down for safety as he waited another opportunity to strike it. His back was turned to the direction of his allies. He could out run this thing and help them out...but he'd just drag the big one over into a huge group fight and make things complicated. He just had to trust they'd be all right.
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Post by Mana on Sept 3, 2014 10:03:14 GMT -6
Mana wasn't used to be bested in battle of speed so getting a clean hit without even being able to react gave the girl a great shock. This certainly wasn't the first time she lost, though. The impact when she crashed against the ground returned her mind to the right place, this wasn't the time for lamenting over one loss. Iadra was in danger! That foul creature seemed to choose attack the bishop, probably sensing danger from her sacred magic. Iadra somehow managed to hold off against the first strikes, quite magnificent feat for a mage, but the monster had injure her pretty bad. If only the bishop had enough time to use her sacred magic then probably even this strong revenant wouldn't stand a chance. Of course Mana wouldn't let this slaughter went further, not when she could help.
The sword maiden wondered who she should help, Veigue was doing fine although the big guy gave him much trouble while Iadra was in disadvantage for having to fight in close range. Well, it seemed her choice was clear. Iadra was the highest priority for now, her fellow swordsman would probably be alright without help. Mana then corrected her grip and took a long breath, shifting her position toward where the injured bishop and the undead were fighting.
Maybe it sensed a danger, how surprising considered as an undead it should have lost its skill and intelligence, the creature turned around at nice timing to successfully parry Mana's sword. Its yellow dead eyes stared at the Sacaen girl's eyes as if he was an alive fighter who was locking eyes with the opponent. "Get off!" Another flurry of attack tried to tear its rotten flesh but the undead could dodge and block most of it, this thing could even counter a few times. The two daggers had advantage over Mana's sword in this close combat, being lighter and more flexible. After a few exchange of swift blows the undead drew the first blow with a quick slash toward the girl's abdomen, leaving a small and pretty deep cut. It wasn't lethal but it wouldn't stop bleeding.
Mana moved her head only a second before the undead's dagger stabbed to the place where her head had been. The attack made a shallow cut above the girl's left eye, drawing a red line of fresh blood. Unfortunately for the undead assassin, the last attack had left small gap in its defense. Of course Mana wouldn't let this rare chance to go slip by, she immediately charged and headbutt the undead. "This is a payback!" the Sacaen swordsmaster shouted as she landed a strong kick right to its stomach. However the creature was able to channel the power of her kick to throw himself backward, followed by a somersault as it made a perfect landing, almost unharmed by the last attack.
"Are you alright, Iadra?" she asked as she positioned herself between the bishop and their enemy, planning to act as a meat shield for Iadra. "I will buy some time so just concentrate to healing yourself!" Despite trying to act strong to inspire her comrade, Mana was sweating a lot and breathing roughly.
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Post by Iadra Zobek on Sept 3, 2014 14:12:09 GMT -6
She grasped at the staff laying upon the ground, her hand weakly gripping the haft of the sacred tool. Her body ached and filled her mind with naught but pain with every heave of her chest, she felt a bit woozy from the loss of blood and dazed by the sudden attack she just received. She need to focus her mind, focus her thoughts. A strong mind was the strongest asset one who wields the magic of light can possibly have. They could do this, they would do this. Planting one end of the staff firmly into the earth below, she use it to try and hoist herself up back onto her feet. Her breathing was shallow and and frequent, very unladylike, what kind of lady heaves and pants like a common hound? So she took a deep breath and calmed herself, calmed that spasming heart in her chest, calmed her nerves that broke off into frays, and calmed her mind that couldn't string two thoughts together.
In her hand she held the staff of healing, and her eyes could see Mana tussle with that monster. She was buying time so Iadra could heal herself, bless her soul. She needed to move fast, she didn't want to put another into danger for her own foolish weakness. She was supposed to help other, not the other way around, it shamed her but there would be time to apologize when they weren't all in grave danger. She took another deep breath, the first hadn't completely calmed her, as she tugged upon the magics that bound the world together. She held her staff, muttering something under her breath, but even she wasn't entirely sure what she was saying, it was almost like gibberish. It was like she repeated a mantra, over and over, to fill herself with confidence. "Salve of life, be sweet anodyne."
Her wounds began to seal, magic traced their shape and moved sealing the painful gashes left behind. The skin was still red and sore, and even when the wounds appeared gone she could feel they were still there hiding beneath the skin. It would take a few moments before the light could fully ease her aches, but she had not the luxury of time. She wasn't a skilled cleric, a truth that was painfully obvious to her, now more than ever. In the end, she didn't need some grand miracle however, she just needed to be well enough to move. So once she was sure that the wounds wouldn't reopen from movement, she did as such.
Mana had gotten the attention of the speedy creature, and now she had gotten herself hurt as well. Iadra would have healed her, but she couldn't afford anchoring down Mana like that while such a swift creature was targeting them. She would take care of Mana if she became more injured, or once this foul beast has been put to rest. So instead she gathered the magic of light in her hand, the light blazing like a brilliant flame. "Light of heaven, be my sword." She spoke again. The words may have seemed strange to another, the magic of light needs no true incantations. It was simply something she spoke to herself, to fill herself with confidence. Without faith, there was no light.
Her hand looked ablaze with a shimmering golden flame, she fired it not however. She needed to find the right moment, the right time.... It weighed heavily upon her heart, but she would have to rely on Mana a bit more. If she could get the creature into a tight spot, she could use her magic to, if not destroy, than at least cripple the fiend. "Thank you Mana." She said with a calm voice. Ever calm even when her heart betrayed her true feelings as it danced frantically in her chest. "Let us strike together. Try to pin the creature down, and I will strike with my magic. He's too swift for me to hit otherwise. I know if I can just hit him... He'll at least be slowed down."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2014 10:06:02 GMT -6
[OOC: Sorry for the wait.]
Seemed like Iadra and Mana were doing fine for now, but they still needed help. He didn't want to drag it into a group fight, so he either had to take out his opponent alone and hurry to their aid, or trust that they can defeat the swift undead alone and fend the big guy off until then. Staring back at the large undead brute, he knew killing this thing by himself wasn't going to be easy. While Veigue was a skilled swordsman to an extent, this person seemed to have a great deal of experience before they died. Maybe he perished in battle? Perhaps that's why his combat instincts and skills were still there, even after being risen from the grave. Veigue didn't mind fighting the thing by himself for some odd reason. His fighter's nature enjoyed the challenge, despite the dire situation. He made no smiles or anything, but Veigue was actually looking forward to trading more blows with his opponent. It was a nice test of his own skill.
The big man brought his broadsword down in an arc, Veigue anticipating it enough to cleanly evade the attack with ease. The big guy left himself open plenty of times during his attacks, even if it was just because the sacaean was simply quicker than he, but the fist of the brute's other arm came at him. Wait, this thing had enough sense to punch, too? It was...quite the way to eliminate his opening, but Veigue was more thrown off than anything. The hook connected to the side of the swordsman's face before it sent him sliding backwards on his heels a few feet. That punch sure did hurt for a warrior with rotting flesh. This was going to be harder than he thought, but he couldn't allow failure. The big guy was probably going to attempt that with it's sword next. Speaking of that thing, the large sword swung at him downwards again during his recovery, Veigue only reacting like he should and blocking the attack.
Both were stuck and locked between each other's swords, trying to overpower each other. Veigue knew full well that brute strength was not his specialty, and it was only a matter of time before he was parried. He also ran the risk of being disarmed since his opponent was stronger than he when it came to strength. But he'd just have to get clever with this...thinking of an idea that would work. He quickly slid his sword off the enemy's blade slightly, but not entirely. This caused the undead to gain an edge, but wasn't expecting the sudden jerk of Veigue's sword, the swordsman using that moment of confusion to his advantage before pushing his sword against his opponent's with all his might, successfully parrying the attack and quickly swinging his blade horizontally, inflicting a wide wound to the monster's stomach area. Veigue knew it was nowhere near enough to actually kill the thing, but it gave him temporary breathing room and he jumped back afterwards.
The big guy was stunned for a bit, staggering backwards before regaining it's footing. It was Veigue's chance to go on the offensive now, dashing forth as fast as he could while the undead was preparing to defend itself. Just as Veigue lunged forth with a thrust, the brute used it's sword's size to block the thrust with great precision...quite impressive, the swordsman had to admit to himself. Veigue recoiled, but the broadsword was going at him again, Veigue barely cutting it close as he dodged a tad too late. The vertical strike inflicting a cut on his shoulder. If he were a second later, that would have been his whole arm gone. Thankfully, he only escaped with a deep wound. But now working off of adrenaline, Veigue bore the pain for now as he took advantage of the opening he had, striking the giant sword user repeatedly and rapidly, aimed at the stomach and chest about four times in total. The undead seemed to absorb the pain and shoved the sacean away with it's shoulder.
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Post by Mana on Sept 16, 2014 8:45:07 GMT -6
"Pin....that thing?" Mana glanced at the creature after she heard Iadra's suggestion. This monster was very fast even for a agile fighter like Mana. She didn't want to admit it but it was probably even faster than her. Now, how to pin the monster so Iadra could strike it with her divine magic? It would be tricky to stop the movement of someone with that inhuman speed. "I will try something, I guess. Just shoot it when you see an opening, or just whenever you like, really..." she said.
The dual-wielding daggers zombie darted again toward the pair, growling and drooling. The blades were already in bad shape after clashing with Mana's Falcatta a few times but the undead didn't seem to care about it as it swung both at the same times, creating an X when they intersect. The Sacaen swordswoman cleverly stepped back as she put her sword between herself and those daggers. She then pushed him away and retreated a few steps. "You think only you have two weapons, hah?" she yelled, Mana returned Falcatta to its sheath then drew her other sword in a swift succession.
Sound of roaring thunder filled the battlefield around Mana as the sword maiden pulled out Kirin, the raging thunder sword.
There was a reason for this weapon switch. When Mana had trained using Kirin for the first time, the girl had touch the blade out of curiosity. Of course the result was her getting electrocuted by the thunder coating the blade. She still remembered how she had been paralyzed for a few seconds after that accident. There wasn't any guarantee that it would work with a dead human. It wouldn't hurt the creature, that much was clear. But maybe getting hit with thunder would at least stop its movement for a moment. Glaring at the undead, Mana decided to gamble, trusting in her sword.
The dead walker attacked again with a strong thrust aimed at her abdomen. This time Mana only dodged without countering the attack, moving away from her opponent. "Kirin, spirit of thunder, lend me your strength!!!" she shouted. The spirit residing in the sword answered her call, the blade let out stronger electricity to the level it could be seen clearly with naked eyes. The thunder went out from the sword and hit the undead. No matter how fast the undead might be, it couldn't dodge the thunder at this range.
Mana then looked surprised with the outcome.
The demonic creature could still walk toward the swordswoman. Maybe because all the blood and water inside its body was dry the attack had less effect compared if it hit a living creature. Luckily, although its movement didn't stop after it was being electrocuted, the thunder somehow slowed the undead, temporarily robbing its inhuman speed and agility. Now he shouldn't be able to dodge Iadra's light bomb.
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Bishop
Those who follow in the light of Elimine have no fear of death. For it is glory that lies beyond.
Posts: 53
Profession: Monster Hunter
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Iadra Zobek on Sept 18, 2014 13:39:53 GMT -6
"I apologize, but he is swifter than I can manage alone." She nodded her head in apology to the swordswoman, casting a spell powerful enough to severely damage such a being would leave her open, and that was an opening the monster would no doubt capitalize upon if her strike had missed. She needed Mana's assistance not only to injure the being, but to make sure that she herself was not severely injured as a result. She could still feel the sting of his blows lingering below her flesh, her body ached at the memories and she could only assume that while she stopped the injuries from going too severe they still remained and she would need to fully care for them later. Right now however she could not allow them to hinder her performance. Mana was giving it everything she had, Iadra had to as well.
She threw out her arms a bit and took in a deep breath as the swordswoman struck out at the assassin-like undead. She couldn't allow herself to be distracted however, she could only rely on Mana's ability, but the bishop had faith. Strong faith, in herself, in her companions, in the heavens themselves. That faith may seem foolish to some, but for her it was a sword. A strong unshakable belief that she turned into a weapon itself, yes this was the secret of divine magic. Arrogance? Perhaps. However she would use that arrogance, that pride, that belief, that confidence, she would take it all and hone it to a razor's edge. Light began to sparkle about her, as if bolstered by her very thoughts as she shifted her movements.
In one hand she held her staff, the bejeweled rod pointing straight out behind her as she tilted the top of the item towards her other hand, one that laid outstretched in front of her. He took a pose as if she held some sort of... invisible bow within her hands. The light the fluctuated about her began to move, focusing on the jewel within her staff, the light leaving small trails of brilliance as it moved. Magic was focusing, powerful, intense, diving magic. The magic burned within her soul as she spoke a made up incantation, but one that filled her with confidence and power. "Light of heavens... Gather around me, and be my spear. May your brilliance destroy the wicked evil that infests this land, may your light cleanse this putrid soil and bring life back to the world. Let those unnatural abominations bathe in your glory, and be chased from the land of the living. Let them see that the heavens will brook no intrusions, and that their kind has no place. Light of the heavens, be my spear, and purify this mockery of life!" She shouted, and on cue a pure stream of holy light erupted from the gem within the staff and blasted forth with it's brilliance and created a powerful shining weapon of light as it cloaked itself with it's divine luster. The staff in her hand looked far closer to a spear of pure light then the tool of a healer, as the light violently flickered and glowed with divine fury. She felt no pain, only warmth, but that monster... He'll only feel the wrath of the heavens themselves.
She saw the creature, slowed and knew now was her chance. She couldn't maintain this lance of light for long, if she waited it would dissipate and she would just be exhausted. So it was now or never. She shifted her grip upon the staff, holding it backwards as if it was a javelin. She wound up, her whole body moving in preparation as she threw out her arm as if she was intending to launch the entire staff at the monster. While that would surely be effective, it wouldn't be wise to lose her weapon in such a way. Instead she held unto the staff, and merely the cloak of light that had surrounded it launched throughout the air, like a giant arrow of pure heavenly force, it blasted at great speeds. The creature tried to dodge the blast, as if it could feel fear in it's heart at the holy magic, but it was too slow. Mana's strike had crippled it too much, it twisted it's body but to no avail. The lance pierced right into its body, and enveloped the monster in a brilliant golden flame of the heavens. It... screamed.
It screamed? The monster let out a guttural disgusting shriek of pain as it's body was devoured by the holy flames. It sounded like a wounded animal, a beast being slaughtered, loud cries of pain, cries that almost felt like they were pleading for mercy. Never... Never has Iadra heard such a thing. The other monsters? Sure. But not the undead. Not the revenants, nor entombed. They felt nothing, no pain, no fear, no thought, just mindless soulless husks. But this monster, this monster screamed. It shrieked in agony.
As effective as her light was, it wasn't enough. The creature moved as the flames engulfed it, continually screaming in pain as it readied it's weapon. Blindly moving, running, charging forward. As if it was berserk, charging straight to Iadra herself. She couldn't move, she stood there panting for breath following her intense spell, as the beast came sloppily running at her. Pathetically, like a wounded animal. First Mana's thunder, then Iadra's light, it was almost near re-death once more. Still it moved, it persevered to the very end. Like it was about to crumble, but not quite toppled, one more strike and it would be all over.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2014 9:10:48 GMT -6
The large undead rushed Veigue, not showing any kind of mercy as his broadsword swung wildly, yet quickly. With his shoulder injury, the swordsman couldn't focus too well on finding an opening to counter once again. All he could do is dodge the attacks, each of the swipes getting closer to chopping something off of him...and he wasn't going to lose an arm or leg here. Not now, anyway. He needed all four of his limbs in order to carry out his job in life, and he wasn't going to allow some dead man to stand in his way. As the undead swordsman continued his relentless assault, Veigue had to think of something fast. Blocking the blade was only going to resort in him being overpowered, and this creature had a lot more intelligence than the other walking dead here, so he doubt the same trick from earlier would work again. Anything that could at least give him some breathing room.
...But the sacaean noticed something. The big guy left a huge gap between his legs when he attacked. It was all Veigue had to go for at this point. That or nothing. When the undead swung it's sword in another horizontal arc, the swordsman dropped down to the dirt like a rock before sliding underneath his opponent, then rolling a bit as he quickly regained his footing behind the undead. He had a straight shot for the head, but he didn't have enough time. The enemy was going to turn around any second, so Veigue just had to continue slowing the guy down. With small yell, Veigue mustered most of his strength into a powerful thrust of his sword, the blade piercing through the back of his enemy and out the center of it's chest. It definitely stunned the undead for a long period, but if only Veigue could use Kenji, he could have used it to behead the undead while it was still. However, the swordsman was forced to yank his sword out due to the undead slowly creeping around to face him.
Then here came it's sword. In another arc, Veigue couldn't dodge this one, either. The broadsword sliced through the flesh of his chest, though thankfully the wound barely missed his heart. A very deep flesh wound...but nothing hitting a vital point. Still, the pain he felt was immense. He couldn't endure that without grunting a little. He lost his footing and slid on his back, feeling stunned as well from the attack. Thankfully, his own attack did indeed weaken the undead. It was walking slowly towards him, but still had it's sword ready to try and attack him again. Veigue knew that he once again had to fight his pain. Three times worse than the shoulder wound, but it was once again a wound inflicted on the flesh and nothing more. He'd have time to worry about the pain once he was through with this fight...and he was not done yet, standing on his feet out of sheer willpower. It was time to bring everything his skill could bring to the plate, holding his sheath in his left hand as he was ready to use the Magnus style at the best of his ability. It was going to hurt like hell moving around at his usual speed with that wound, but he had little choice.
Taking advantage of his opponent's weakened state, he meet the undead head on, but feinted his charged to a smooth maneuver to the left of his opponent. Just as he swung his sword upwards, his attack was parried when the undead reacted quick enough. But here came Veigue's sheath, swinging the makeshift weapon as it impacted upside the undead's skull, Veigue placing all his might into his strikes at this point. It was enough to where it left the undead slightly disoriented, long enough for Veigue to slide his sword off his opponent's and inflict another wound to the undead's side in the process. It was a bit surprising to hear it grunt in pain a little, as the ones he fought up until now never expressed any kind of emotional reaction. But he lacked the time to think deeply about it, the undead jumping back into the fray as it clashed with Veigue once more. Since he seemed to have weakened the opponent successfully, it couldn't overpower him like before. Veigue continued to swing his sword and sheath rapidly, while the undead was also attacking the swordsman relentlessly again. Both of their weapons continuously collided and deflected each other with each exchange. It was only a matter of time before one of them slipped up...and Veigue wanted to take that opportunity to finally deliver the finishing blow...if he could hold out much longer.
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Post by Mana on Sept 21, 2014 13:53:31 GMT -6
Mana was fascinated by Iadra's magic. The bishop looked like an angel holding a holy spear when she gathered her magic on her staff. Not only it was deadly and effective against the undead, its form was cool and beautiful. It shone as if it wanted to fill the battlefield with heaven blessing. The swordswoman couldn't stop herself from getting distracted, she even lost sight of her opponent for a second. Luckily the holy spear burned the abomination before it could exploit her carelessness. Smiling at the victory, Mana lowered her sword.
Unfortunately, the revenant refused to yield even after got hit by combined thunder and light magic. It was too soon to relax. Mana was late for one step when the walking corpse began to run to Iadra, probably trying to finish the exhausted bishop. Shock and frustration showed up on the girl's face as she tried to move her heavy and tired body. Maybe their attacks weren't ineffective, after all. It wasn't difficult for the fast swordswoman to pursue the berserk revenant because its movement had dulled, the legs moved too slow and the body started crumbling. "Will I make it in time?" Of course it was already dangerously close to Iadra so Mana had to hurry. The girl pushed her legs to its limit, performing a superb acceleration as she dashed. This time she had Falcatta in her right hand and Kirin in her left hand. Spreading her arms like a pair of wings, she continued her dash, hoping it wouldn't be too late.
Finally catching up, Mana let out a loud yell as both swords moved with unbelievable speed, slashing and cutting through the undead's flesh in a good rhythm as if the swordswoman was performing a sword dance. The sharpness of Falcatta and the thunder coating blade of Kirin tore her opponent without mercy. The undead's body dropped to the ground, already cut to five pieces. Mana seemed pleased with the result. However, she failed to control her crazy speed at the last moment and stumbled. Trying not to bump to Iadra, the Sacaen twirled her body and forced a last sidestep before she finally fell to the ground. "Yeeaaah!!!" she shouted, raising her swords high. This was a nice win against a tough opponent. And Iadra was safe too, the sword maiden couldn't ask for more. "That was a great spell, Iadra!"
"Veigue!" Mana suddenly remembered about the other undead. While she and Iadra was fighting the assassin revenant together, Veigue had to struggle alone fighting the other one. Not that she doubted her fellow Sacaen's ability but that big corpse looked tough, probably even stronger than the smaller one. The assassin revenant had given her and Iadra hard time, and also some grave wounds. To be fair, it had even come close to defeating them. Considering those facts, Veigue might be in danger. With sheer willpower, Mana ignored the pain as she got up to her feet. It wasn't time to rest. As if her wound didn't exist the Sacaen swordswoman dashed to where Veigue and the monster were fighting.
The undead seemed to notice her coming, it got distracted for a second......
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