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Post by Donovan on Dec 19, 2016 20:52:26 GMT -6
The earth opened and the monsters were miraculously on the other side of the divide in the ground. Donovan had stood quite vigilantly, but was surprised that the elves didn’t seem to take too much of an interest in Mila, he was grateful in that regard. Protecting a stationary target wasn’t easy. But he was shocked to see the Sage collapse. He supposed she had used quite a powerful bit of magic. Vin struggled but was successfully holding off Frosty, even after it’s daunting display of power. The white haired hero scooped up Mila and Don readied himself for the oncoming battle. There were still a few snowmen and elves on their side of the line, and they’d need to take them out before they could safely advance. It seemed like there were 3 safe paths that friend or foe could pass over. Those would be critical to hold until the humans regrouped. “Vin. I think that this assassin - Ryu, was it? Should take Mila to safety. He’s certainly going to be able to run faster than either of us.” There were few things Don and Frag hated more than assassins. One of their fleeting similarities. “Getting her to safety until she wakes up needs to be our top priority. Besides, I think Frosty needs to see what a couple of Lycian Mercs are really capable of.” He couldn’t help but smile. though he wasn’t sure if it was him smiling or the sword smiling through him. Frag was more fond than Don of Life or Death fights. We need to distract it, Liar, Draw its attention from the Scholar and her protectors. Don launched a couple of forceful gusts at Frosty the Snowman. The creature swayed, Armless and looked a little panic stricken but ultimately did not fall. It mattered not, he only needed to draw away its attention, keep it from going after Mila until she was safe. Frosty blew shards of ice and pure cold at the Silver Tongue, the snow behind him growing slick and solid as it turned to pure ice. “Be careful to not slip on this patch, Vin!”As if struck by lightning, the Silver Tongue had a plan. But they’d need more help. Frosty kept regenerating itself and they’d need more fire power to aid them in taking the creature apart. Frosty wasn’t necessarily powerful. It was so slow it was nearly impossible to get hit, but if it kept on repairing itself, they’d never be able to survive its faster allies. He saw the small green hero with the saber of light and knew it was time to get one more magic sword in to help. “Little Wolf! Think you could lend a hand with the big’n?” As Don’s voice rang out through the arena, hopefully loud enough to reach the green haired hero, Frosty’s breath froze the ground right before him, and the mercenary slipped at top speed. He fell hard on his bum, Frag still in hand, and slid straight toward the edge of the chasm. He tried to stop his sliding in vain, and the Silver Tongue disappeared over the side of the cliff. [ooc: I’m going to leave you all in suspense as to what happened to Don. ]
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Ravvus Wiseau
Mage
We will not stop until I have bested you at least once. My pride simply won't allow any alternative.
Posts: 207
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Ravvus/Luba/Rowan
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Post by Ravvus Wiseau on Dec 19, 2016 21:22:38 GMT -6
The earth shattered and crumbled, giving way to a gaping chasm between the human fighters and the red monstrosity. Ravvus leapt from the stadium bleachers, narrowly avoiding a flurry of spined snowballs. The projectiles were as tenacious as the monsters which threw them. If they failed to find impact, they redirected course. In the corner of his periphery, the mage could see the projectiles wheeling around, coming in fast from above. Ravvus curled his fingers in a tight grip. Smoke and heat sizzled within his newly formed fist. With a single swift motion, the mage uncurled his fingers, summoning a fan of fire with his now open palm. The projectiles collided against the airborn wall of heat, and dissipated into nothing.
In the distance, a gathering of the three-foot tall men kneeled in the snow, forming new spikey projectiles to throw at him. With the newly formed chasm between him and the midgets, there was no chance of engaging them in close combat. Ravvus' best chance was to make it to the group, put some bodies between him and the projectiles, and figure out what to do from there. He broke into a sprint, snow crunching loudly beneath his leather boots.
As the mage closed in on the fighters, he recognized a distinct green armor. Was that Donovan? Ravvus remembered the mercenary well. They had not parted on the best of terms, but the mage had small reason to quarrel with him. They had a common foe, did they not? Whether the rookie sell-sword held a grudge or not quickly proved to be a moot point. He slipped on a sheet of ice and slid into the newly formed chasm of earth, likely claimed by its jagged spines. Shame. Ravvus quickly acted to ensure that the ice would claim no others.
”Watch the sheet!” He shouted, standing over the frozen earth and casting a blaze of heat at the ground. Ravvus turned to a snow-haired mercenary wielding a magic sword. ”Vin! That's your name, right?” The mage glanced between Frosty and the spikey chasm. He had a plan. ”Ready your sword! Next time you send a spell Frosty's way, I'll supplement your attack, help burn through more of that snow! If we hit him hard enough, we might be able to force Frosty into that pit! Ravvus ordered, fireball at the ready. ”I'll fire on your mark!”
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Leiva
Novice
I won't always be bad, so I won't stop 'till I stand by as your equal, okay?
Posts: 53
Profession: Apprentice Thief
Affiliation: None
Profile: Leiva's Profile
OoC Alias: Jo
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Post by Leiva on Dec 19, 2016 21:22:48 GMT -6
As the novice sprinted away from her pursuers, she took further stock of the arena. It appeared that many of the warriors were guarding what seemed to be an unconscious from upon the ground, probably a human. Despite the person's apparent vulnerability, however, it appeared to Leiva that neither the warriors nor the festive creatures advanced on each other. In fact, they seemed to be divided into perfect sides, monsters on one side, fighters on the other. With this realization came another horrifying one close behind: Leiva had been dropped on exactly the wrong side. As she neared the mass of fighters and monsters, it became apparent to her that she was staring at the monsters' backs which, while normally a tactical advantage, carried nothing but dread with it considering the would-be thief's weakness. Leiva's breath heaved with ragged exhaustion as she continued dodging her pursuers' thrown objects while keeping up a steady pace to avoid being pounced upon and killed nearly instantly, and she knew she couldn't keep this up for too much longer. Her mind raced with ideas and plans that could possibly allow her to get over to the other humans' side unscathed, most of which she shot down nigh-instantaneously. Rush straight through? Too risky. Make a distraction? With what? Stop and fight her pursuers? As if. Leiva knew she was good for her age and skill level, but taking on three enraged gremlin elves didn't exactly appeal to her desire not to have her lungs cut out and played like an accordion. Regardless, she knew she had to think of something quick lest she be murdered by elf monsters. Great. How long could the list of issues get? As Leiva continued approaching the mass of monster and man, she noticed that the arena was split down the center by a huge chasm. She supposed that answered any questions she had about why the monsters weren't advancing upon the humans. This added an entirely new set of problems onto an already dire situation. What could she do? Leiva wasn't strong or smart and she knew that whatever decision she made would have serious repercussions. But she knew what she had to do. In order to survive this, she had to jump. Leiva stopped sprinting briefly but abruptly and hanged a hard left, launching back into a full sprint as she glanced over her shoulder to see her pursuers scrambling to follow her once more. Good, she had bought herself some time. She skirted the massive mob of festive demons crowding at the edge of the chasm, scanning for an opening in which to leap. Unfortunately, with her newfound perspective of the situation, the novice noticed that several monsters had had the same idea as she did, leaping halfway across the chasm only to be shot, blown, fried, zapped, or struck back by arrow, magic, or blade, and the would-be thief could only hope that the others would recognize that she was not, in fact, a disgusting little gremlin devil thing or a snow monster when she made the leap herself. An opening! As another group of monsters leaped and were shot back into the cavern, a small break in the monstrous mob opened. Leiva took this opportunity gladly and shot through the break, breath heaving, steps crunching in the crisp, white snow. She approached the edge of the chasm and gulped through her tired breath. She continued running toward the chasm despite how her mind screamed at her to stop, that she would die if she tried. Nice try, brain, Leiva thought. I'll die anyway. Closer. Closer. Closer still. And as Leiva's foot hit the very edge of the huge crevice, she bent her knees slightly, steeled herself, and leaped forward. For a brief moment, time slowed down. She could hear the labored shouts of the warriors, the psychotic screams of the monsters in painstaking detail, could analyze the arrows and magical force whizzing back and forth across the chasm, when it hit her. Literally. The other edge of the chasm slammed into the novice's chest and launched the air out of her lungs. Her arms scrambled for a terrifying half-moment before she caught hold of a sturdy rock frozen into the ground, the mineral scratching her hand and making her want to let go, but she couldn't. She couldn't, or she'd die. With what little breath she had left, Leiva screamed for help, screamed for somebody to pull her up, as her grasp on the rock slipped further and further.
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Fargus
Hunter
When life chooses to give you lemons, you shoot arrows at your lemons...
Posts: 31
Profession: Mercenary bowman
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: jjmyers0199
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Post by Fargus on Dec 20, 2016 7:53:24 GMT -6
Fargus nodded in shame as the Ranger scolded him on his reckless actions. He then turned back to the Snow Fargus that stood in front of him. He then turned his attention to the side of the chasm which a mercenary fell into. Thats not good...I suspect falling down there will mean instant death. I should watch my footing that I don't slip and fall!Fargus thought. He then turned his attention back to the snow clone in front of him and nocked an arrow on his bow.
He drew back his bowstring and fired at the snow clone, hitting it in the shoulder. But it showed no signs of pain as the arrow just merely slumped down into the snow around the snow clone. The snow clone then nocked its own icy arrow and drew back. It then started to speak sounds like it was speaking. You...will not...survive...you will...die...just like your parents..."the snow clone said as it fired its icy arrow at Fargus. The arrow flew right past Fargus as it fell in the chasm. Fargus then looked back as he then saw a girl close to his age clinging for her life by the ledge. He nervously looked back at the snow clone, then looked back at the girl. He then looked back at the unconscious sage to see she is being protected by another guy who looked to be a pirate of some sort.
I've got no choice...Its either I fight the clone and watch the girl fall to her death, or I go rescue her, and possibly risk getting shot by my own clone or even fall in the pit myself... Fargus thought. He then looked back and quickly ran to the girl clinging to the ledge. He held out his hand and tried to grab hold of her. If I have to choose, it rather be my life than hers!he thought, hoping that he can grab her to pull her up. "I've got you!"he said, lowering his hand.
The snow clone then looked at Fargus. It lowered its icy bow and gave a chilly sigh. "Not worth my time...better prey to seek out..." it said as it then pointed its bow at a ranger. "...like her...it said with its icy voice as it fired an icy arrow at the Ranger.
(OOC: I will be controlling the snow clone, so the combat becomes PvP.)
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Bryn
Shaman
Posts: 22
Affinity: Ice
Profile: Bryn
OoC Alias: Amauros
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Post by Bryn on Dec 20, 2016 20:16:44 GMT -6
Bryn allowed himself a sigh of relief as the wyvern rider managed to overcome the goblin lancer, reaching for his tome as another snowman charged at the lad, only to be thrown off of his unsteady feet into a small snow dune as a massive quake hit the area. Sputtering in indignation and shivering from the immersion in the frost, he sat up to see the battlefield entirely changed. A long ravine sat at the middle of the arena effectively separating the elves and their snow creations from the rest of the human combatants. He could see that axe man again, valiantly holding one of the earthen bridges connecting the two battlegrounds. Though there might be a few large threats, Bryn allowed himself to hope that the hardest most chaotic portion of the battle was over. He severely underestimated the threat of these gnarled giggling creatures.
The few remaining elves not dedicated to crafting more unique abominations on the other side began piling snow together into an amorphous wall and before huddling together behind it, lobbing snowballs at those closest to the canyon. Seemingly intent on spiting those whom had run from Satan Claw's infernal judgement, these icicle encrusted balls had very little distance and were snow enough even Bryn could see them coming. But miraculously, the bombardment didn't seem to end as more and more snow appeared over the lip of their misshapen fortification.
Bryn had to skitter backwards as these projectiles spattered across the floor in front of him, reaching out to yank on the back of the boy's red breastplate in an attempt to pull him into the cover provided by his white scaled mount.
"We can't stay here! I'm going back to the center of the field."
Pointing vaguely towards where he had seen the female caster last, his finger shifted to include the axe wielder on the bridge and a woman mounted on a large horse.
"If the enemy is entrenching themselves the best thing we can do is gather in an attempt at one massive push. It's either that or this becomes a battle of attrition. I don't like my odds verses an unending horde of snow monsters."
He didn't mention the foreboding figure in the sleigh on the other side of the rift, nor his absent horse monstrosities. Where had they gone in the middle of this melee? Why was that creature simply watching this chaos? The brief moment of courage he had felt as he dashed to this boy's aid felt like a mirage. His bloody leg ached. He couldn't feel his foot. Bryn was becoming more and more certain that if this fight continued to drag on like this he'd eventually become just another casualty for those little imps to find amusement with.
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Post by Donovan on Dec 21, 2016 12:45:41 GMT -6
Dangled? Was Dangled the word? No. Swung. Wait. No dangled was the one. The silver tongue dangled from the side of the chasm. Fragarach bit into the arena’s stone, Lords above, what would you do without me? Well, I assume I’d be dead. Don pulled his iron dirk from it’s scabbard on his belt and dug it into the wall as well.
A small girl landed on the side of the chasm scrambled to maintain a grip. Donovan pulled Frag out of the wall, his dirk struggling to support his weight. He swung the ancient sword at the girl and a billowing gust of wind arced beneath her, pushing up and aiding the hunter in lifting her up.
That’s one. He put his feet on either side of the dirk and pushed off the wall, pulling the iron weapon out with him as he went. He pointed Frag at the ground and blasted a focused stream of wind at the ground, propelling himself back onto the human side of the chasm. He belly flopped onto the snow, but at least he wasn’t about to plummet to his death.
Don pushed himself up to survey the battle field. It seemed like not too much had changed, but they desperately needed to solve their Frosty problem. The snow man had its back turned to Donovan, having thought the Silver Tongue had fallen to its death. Frosty’s breath of ice created an wall of frozen spears between the pair of humans (One with white hair and one with yellow) and the snow man. The Snow Man turned to see the two kids who were near the chasm and began to slide, rapidly, toward them. If we don’t stop that creature NOW it will knock those children into the pit.
“GET OUT OF THE WAY!” Don reacted as quickly as he could. He ran toward Frosty, lifting Fragarach. When he was 10 feet away, he stopped running and started twisting the air in a funnel. The spinning air moved so quickly that it created a vortex, that pulled at the Snow Man’s advance. Frosty’s advance slowed to a stop, only 5 feet from the kids, and a confused look came over it’s face as it struggle to continue moving forward. “VIN! RAVVUS! HIT IT NOW!” The Vortex was power magic and Frag would only be able to sustain it for so long.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Dec 21, 2016 18:32:56 GMT -6
Their blade's were like gusts of wind, flashing against each other in bursts of speed with sounds of death ringing through the air. The little elf laughed all the way, while the little wolf gritted his teeth. Selibas had the imp on the defensive, driving it back so fast that its feet dug up trenches of snow. Anytime Selibas felt he was about to end things however, the beast would scamper away, and Selibas' saber would tear thru air rather than the little devil. The Khan was ready to end this, and he had half a mind to take off after the big man in the sleigh as soon he put the papa elf to rest.
Selibas dodged a thrust from the long dagger, and brought Shahlizen back in for what should have been a Slight Tiger, a strike to the opponent's sword arm dependent on a feint followed by a thrust, however, the elf slipped away once more, but as soon as it did, Selibas kicked the snow under his boots, and it flew up and hit the bugger in the face. It didn't stop the elf, only slowed it down, but it was enough. Shahlizen managed to draw a thick gash across the elf's chest, and from it poured chocolate, but unlike the dairy milk variety from his comrades, this chocolate was dark. The elf yelped in pain, and scittered back with lightning speed, creating a vast distance between himself and Selibas in a matter of seconds. [Papa Elf Celerity Used]
Trudging through the snow after it, Selibas heard the nickname given to him by his mentor, 'Little Wolf' used by an unfamiliar voice. Turning, he saw a tall swordsman running and heard him calling for Selibas' aide. Behind him, he saw the chaos ensuing with the snow giant. He wrenched his face, and then looked back to the elf, a moment too late. He dug his little dagger into the side of Selibas' thigh. Sadly for the elf, it had fallen for an old trap of the wolf's, and Selibas hadn't even tried to set it.
Wrenching his leg to the left, he forced the candy cane out of the little insects hand's, and then brought Shahlizen down, his prodigious strength driving the saber through the right shoulder down from the shoulder until it was stopped at the hip. Pulling his blade back, Selibas was met with a spew of chocolate to the face. He growled once more as he dug the candy cane from his flesh. Casting it aside, he decided he'd better patch himself up. Midori would be upset with him if she knew he was doing it, but she'd be more upset if he died a world away from her. At least he hoped. He used his anger at the silliness of the situation he found himself in, and channeled all his will to thinking about the wound. The anger was like a fire, cauterizing a cut. [SELIBAS IMBUE USED]
He turned then, and saw the chasm had swallowed the Silver tipped fighter who'd called for him, but quickly spat him back out. His adrenaline running, Selibas sprinted toward the chasm, cursing through the pain that still rung in his leg. With his blade, even his improving speed put him behind most other Sacaens in terms of swiftness, but on his feed he had always been fast. He cleared the path, and drew Curtana. 'Tally-Ho Selibas, it is good that your hand was capable of striking down the little creature! His laugh was vexing and his weapon troubling. Now, save the children.' 'Will do.' Curtana's light erupted into a blade, but before Selibas continued, he grabbed the young hunter by the collar.
"When a Sky Father damned Khan tells you to do something boy you do it. You're going to get yourself killed if you try and fight on your own." With that Selibas hurried off, and took position between the men now assaulting the massive beast. They were in a sort of triangle, the three swordsmen, perhaps a square, but Selibas couldn't see the man. When the man with the Sword of Gales called a signal. Selibas thrust Curtana towards the snowman, and holding it with both hands, let loose a thick beam of white gold light. He could feel the heat, as Curtana reminded him what it could do when it wasn't interrupted. Huringren's voice echoed in his mind, 'We have stumbled on powerful allies Selibas, but you ust still stand. It cannot be left to them.'
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Leiva
Novice
I won't always be bad, so I won't stop 'till I stand by as your equal, okay?
Posts: 53
Profession: Apprentice Thief
Affiliation: None
Profile: Leiva's Profile
OoC Alias: Jo
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Post by Leiva on Dec 21, 2016 18:44:42 GMT -6
Leiva felt her grip slipping further and further from the icy, jagged rock when an unknown hunter, likely the one she had observed when she had first been dropped into the arena, extended a hand and grabbed her own, beginning to pull her up. As tired as she was, Leiva forced herself to hoist herself up further onto the ledge. Her muscles screamed in exhaustion, her lungs completely empty, but she had to keep going. Or did she? The novice was propelled suddenly up onto the snow by some sort of massive gust of wind blowing up from inside the cavern. She lay there in the snow, breath heaving, merely laying there for a moment and allowing herself to catch her breath. But her moment of respite did not last long. Almost immediately after being hoisted up onto the ledge by the unknown force, she saw some sort of massive snow creature closing the distance between it, her, and the bowman, and she leaped to her feet almost immediately. Leiva was already in the process of grabbing the bowman's hand when the mercenary's command to get out of the way came, the novice sprinting off to the side almost instantly once she had a firm enough grip upon the bowman's hand not to just drop him into the chasm. God, could this day get any worse? First, being dropped off on the enemy side, bruising a few ribs on the crevice's edge, and then a massive snow demon coming to gruesomely murder her all in the space of... what, twenty minutes? This sucked. Hard. Once the novice had discerned that she had created a wide enough berth for Frosty, she let go of the bowman's hand and promptly fell backward into the snow, finally able to catch her breath. Although, considering her luck thus far, that was sure to last fifteen seconds at max. In between labored breaths, Leiva spoke, looking up at the hunter. "Thanks for saving me."
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Shugo
Wyvern Rider
RETIRED
The world is a dark and lonely place. That is why it is our duty to bring some light to the world.
Posts: 271
Profession: Kid
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Shugo on Dec 21, 2016 19:23:19 GMT -6
Shugo's dual with the elf was over, but the battle still ragged on. The snow men had lunched a counter attack, but Shugo was paying them no mind. His brain was trying to sort out everything that had happened a few moments before. Luna was dead. He was starting to come to terms with that and he had avenged her by slaying the beast that had killed her. In turn however he was nearly killed by a snowman, but some weird magic had stepped in and saved him. However all of that did not give him his direction in this fight. He came here to deliver righteous justice, but instead he ended up getting his closest friend killed. It was all his fault. Luna was dead because he was a impudent fool who thought he could battle alone.
As Shugo contemplated the results of his actions a bombardment of snowballs fell on his surrounding area. It was nothing but pure luck that prevented Shugo from being hit before, but now a snowman had his aim just right. Sending one of the ark orb into orbit the snowman prepared to watch as one of his icy balls struck the young rider right in his temple. It was a killer shot, but not fast enough. Before he could drop the young warrior a valiant mage stepped forward and pulled him out of the way. He did not know it, but his assistance was just in the nick of time. Dragging the young boy on he moved him under the cover of Luna's dead body. The sudden jolt from the mage and the image of Luna's corpse sent a new flare of energy surging thought the young riders body. His mind returned from inside of his head and began to focus on the battlefield ahead of him.
"We Can't stay here", shouted the mage. Shugo's lavender eyes stared at him in confusion for a only a moment, but soon they erupted into a furious light. This was the fight he had chosen. This was the fight Luna had given her life for. If he broke down now he would dishonor her memory and he himself would be slain.
"Right!" Shugo shouted at the top of his lungs as he jumped up out the snow. Shugo was less talking to the mage and more talking to himself. He needed to pick himself up and keep going. He needed to fight. Before Shugo could run off he noticed something crimson sticking out of the white snow. Stopping for only a moment to examine it Shugo noticed something familiar. As Shugo stepped forward a arrow whistled by his head as a elf fired shots from the other side. The arrow caused him to duck, but it did not tare his eyes from the image in the snow. Running over to it Shugo realized what had grabbed his eyes.
"Fitting", spoke the young lad as he pulled a crimson helmet out of the snow. It was his helmet, the one he used before he started to ride on Luna's back. He always kept it, but rarely wore it. To many painful memories, but now. Now the helmet served as his strength. Shugo remembered what he was fighting for. The loss of his family. The death of luna, and for justice around the world. He fought to keep others from feeling the pain he felt and only by fighting he could make this ideal true. Now as not the time to ball up and cry. There was a battle to be had.
With determination flowing though his blood Shugo placed the crimson helmet over his head. The steel shell glided over his head and fit with perfection. Shugo slid the visor down over his eyes and took a deep breath. "For Luna", he shouted as he broke off into a sprint. His spear held up at the ready to prevent it from falling into the snow. Following the words of the mage Shugo rushed the area where the fighter and others were fighting. If he was going to be in the battle Shugo was going to be in the thick of it. Shugo rushed in eye's ablaze ready for combat.
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Post by Gar on Dec 21, 2016 20:52:28 GMT -6
Arrows flew from behind Gar’s head. He hadn’t expected help to arrive so swiftly, but here it was, dropping two snowmen and allowing Gar to claim an even more advantageous position on the land bridge. The assistance came from a red haired woman on horseback. She pulled up next to Gar with a quip and a cocksure smirk. Gar returned the smile and responded. “Hahar More than I could’ve asked for. Thanks for the assist.” Gar looked forward across the still newly formed land bridge. It would’ve been a shame to let this momentum go to waste.
Gar continued pressing forward, crossing the bridge when he saw a young child try to leap the cavern. The novice had one of her eyes covered by an eyepatch. I really need to get me one of those. She landed hard with half of her body on the other side. Gar grimaced. Oof that looks like it could be a broken rib. The thought crossed his mind to fall back and help her out of her situation, but another young combatant was already on it. The other one with the eyepatch. But he didn’t get all of the credit. The swordsman who could generate wind from his blade had also fallen into the crevice. Luckily for them both he was quick witted enough, not to mention skilled enough, to create a powerful updraft, lifting them out of the crevice.
They turned their attention back toward the giant abominable snowman that had been keeping a number of the heroes occupied. Gar briefly considered falling back to help. But he quickly talked himself out of that. No it’s probably best that I continue thinning their numbers. I’ll handle the fodder here and make it easier to move toward that guy in the sleigh. The time would soon come for the big push and he couldn’t be certain how much longer June’s influence would last. He would likely need to save some of the weapons power for the final engagement. Gar stopped drawing power from the weapon and began to wield it as a normal battle axe. The glow faded as did any of its effects that the allies may be feeling.
Explain your actions. Our fight has not yet concluded. Gar responded in thought to his weapon’s voice. Look, right now all I’m fighting are some snow creatures. And with them being funneled to me, not to mention a dead shot covering me, it’s more important to save your power for later. We will need it more then.
All this analysis of positioning, timing and energy management. It’s rather atypical for your combat style. Gar didn’t have time to figure out what his weapon was saying, he was more concerned with slicing the snowmen apart while keeping his footing. Even without June’s power the small snowmen weren’t too much of a threat up close. Gar maintained his position and bought time for the many other warriors to finish their engagements and cross the crevice.
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Post by Vincent on Dec 21, 2016 22:41:25 GMT -6
Frosty continued to be a nasty little pain to handle. He was sturdy for a frozen bit of water. As Vincent obliged to let Ryu handle Mia's body he was able to give the beast a bit of tender loving care.
Don had prepared to work with then to take it down but suddenly 'Frosty' got the upper hand as it sent the mercenary barreling towards the pit. "DON!" Vincent reached a hand out trying to catch him but he disappeared over the edge. "BLAST!"
Angered Vincent took the warning about the ice to heart and with his steel protected heel he shattered the ice before him and stomped his foot into place raising Phoenix Heart as only Ryu had seen once before.
'Boy, you know if you do this you won't be using my power for a while right? At least ten minutes for anything substantial.'
'Yeah, I know, but I want to take this thing down in one go. And if you don't like it then let me access more of your power you stingy sword.'
'Hahaha, alright then, send it back to Hell.'
'Take that as a no on breaking that seal then.'
The golden blade began to brighten into a shimmering silver and the the pale blue flames began to spread to around Vincent's body engulfing him before retreating back to the blade in full. Moving the blade back into a two o'clock angle the flames spiraled around the sword to show that it was ready.
“VIN! RAVVUS! HIT IT NOW!” A voice rang out.
"WITH PLEASURE!" With a slide of his foot and another step forward he roared as he brought the sword forward striking it across the ground. The divine power struck beneath the monster as all the power leaped from the blade into the earth before exploding upward Into a pillar of blue light threatening to consume the creature or blow it apart but it held on. "Come on Ravvus!" he did not know the mage but Don called on him and he knew he was needed to fully end it here.
'Hey kid, I'm going to sleep now, that stunt took a lot of me.'
'Yeah, alright, you're plenty strong on monsters even in rest.'
Despite the cold Vincent could feel sweat begin to streak his face. Guess I'll be getting a cold then he laughed internally. With a sigh of his breath he turned to see a figure of ice looking at him. "Oh come on!" It had a humanoid form but was completely crystallized ice with arms sharpened to points, and behind it was a tiny little elf focusing hard.
"Alright then you." With a twirl of his blades he stepped forward to continue the fight.
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Ravvus Wiseau
Mage
We will not stop until I have bested you at least once. My pride simply won't allow any alternative.
Posts: 207
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Ravvus/Luba/Rowan
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Post by Ravvus Wiseau on Dec 21, 2016 23:48:43 GMT -6
Vincent took the lead, summoning a pillar of blue flame underneath Frosty. The colossal creature writhed in agony, the flames threatening to split it up the middle. Ravvus channeled his fireball, making it grow larger. The spell flew forward, gaining momentum as it collided and exploded against Frosty,severely damaging the creature. There was now a gaping expanse running up the colossus and it stumbled backwards, threatening to fall into the chasm below.
”Yes! One more hit!” Ravvus cheered, pumping his fist downwards. Everything about this fight was so strange, so surreal. Giant snowmen, 3-foot tall gremlins, man-birds, vicious reindeer, a giant red monstrosity. Where had these beings come from and by what hand were they given life? How had any of the warriors arrived in the arena? And why was Ravvus enjoying himself so much? It wasn't uncommon for the mage to feel pleasure through fighting. But what he felt now was not the same rush of adrenaline, the same sensation of dominance. What he felt fighting amongst these people was joy. Pure, fulfilling joy. He was not used to such elation, but Ravvus welcomed it entirely.
A piercing pain spiked its way through the back of his knee, forcing him down to the earth. Ravvus turned around only for another projectile to strike him in the chest and embed itself in his body. The snowballs. It was the damned, ice spiked snowballs. Ravvus raised his hand as a third projectile made for his head, but he was too late.
The missile struck him hard, bobbing his head back. Ravvus could feel a trickle of blood running down his cheek. He reached up, lightly touching the red liquid. He couldn't see where the snowball had struck. Probably under the eye, in some part of the cheek. His fingers slid across the projectile's cold pike, it's touch a distinct contrast to his warm blood. They stopped, suddenly, feeling something wet, but warm. It was then that the mage noticed he could only see out his right eye. ”Oh... Oh my.” Ravvus muttered, as his good leg failed and he sank to his knees.
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Post by Donovan on Dec 22, 2016 13:49:40 GMT -6
The silver tongued mercenary and the ancient gale blade held firm. Donovan rooted his feet into the snow beneath him and prayed that the children would get out of the way in time. The vortex that streamed from Fragarach’s blade pulled intensely at the creature, holding it back as much as he could. But finally, help arrived in the form of a green haired, very short man. A blast of light struck the creature. It was such an intense light that Don had to look away to shield his eyes from damage and even still was seeing spots. Frosty cried out in anguish at the damage to it’s body, but the creature still didn’t fall. Then Vin was engulfed in a pale blue flame and With a swing of the Pheonix’ sword, that fire erupted into a divine fire. The Arena was filled with the sound of shattering ice as the creature screamed in pain, but still that damn snow man wouldn’t die. Finally, Ravvus struck it with a single, large ball of fire. Frosty was nailed right in the central snowball and the explosion nearly blew apart it’s whole body. Now, Donovan! Finish this! The Green Clad Mercenary and his ethereal blade stopped the Vortex, and Frosty was free. But only for a moment. As the snow creature realized it was no longer impeded by the strange winds, Don leapt and swung Frag at the ground, propelling himself at the Snow Man’s chest, at the hole that Sel, Vin, and Ravvus had left. He thrust Fragarach into Frosty and released an explosion of air with all the power Frag could muster.
And with that, Frosty was destroyed. Merely piles of snow added to the drift. The creatures remains flew across the battlefield and covered a number of the elves on the other side. They popped out of the newly made piles with a shocked look on their faces. One of their champions had fallen. Don wondered if they could feel fear. Donovan flew back with the blast and landed hard on the ground. His shield arm twisting underneath him painfully. He could feel a small pop as his shoulder dislocated from it’s socket. But the attack had been worth it. They’d stopped what had seemed unstoppable. We must not use such powerful magic for a small while, Liar, else I fear I will be drained completely and need to rest. But… you all did well. Don smirked. Wow. Thanks, Old Man, that means a lot. Don’s thoughts dripped with sarcasm, though any compliment from Frag was worth twice the sword’s value in gold and Don knew it. But as he stood, the Silver Tongue saw something terrible. Ravvus had fallen to his knee, his eye impaled by a spiked ball of snow. Don sprinted forward. The two had more than had their disagreements in the past. He was not sure he ever wanted to lay his eyes on the mage again. But to die in a place like this, a place so similar to where they both nearly died nearly 2 years ago. Don felt a fear well up inside at the reality of their situation.
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Leiva
Novice
I won't always be bad, so I won't stop 'till I stand by as your equal, okay?
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Post by Leiva on Dec 22, 2016 14:27:37 GMT -6
What a terrible place. Leiva leaped to her feet as the explosive magical bursts sent forth from the other fighters' magic weapons rocked the arena, watching the massive snow monster be trapped and executed swiftly and efficiently. She had to admit, it was quite a sight; despite the apparent threat of Frosty to the well-being of all of the fighters, it was certainly amazing with what ferocity the heroes destroyed the creature. The novice found herself engulfed in the moment, cheering for the unknown heroes in an overly excited manner, when she saw the mage that had created the fireball that helped lead Frosty to its demise reel back and fall to his knees. Upon closer inspection, some sort of ice-based projectile sprouted forth from somewhere around the mage's eye like an ugly, destructive mountain upon an otherwise perfect landscape. The moment was gone. Leiva found herself moving closer to the center of the arena in which most of the combatants resided, eager to do... what? She wanted to help. She wanted to help fight off all of these awful beasts, destroy them, help her comrades. But how? It took three of what appeared to be some of the most powerful fighters currently within the coliseum to destroy one monster. What could one little girl among giants accomplish, aside from dying? Leiva didn't know, but that less-than-satisfactory answer did not stop her from approaching. Maybe she could do something, distribute vulneraries or something. The novice's head raced with ideas on how to help, but in the back of her mind, she knew that she was functionally useless in this battle. The best she could do would be to sit back and not get in the way, but she had never been any good at that anyway. After a short bit of running she found herself among the other fighters, barely able to hear herself think over snapping bowstrings and explosive magic. And now that she was here, she had even less ideas on what she could do to help. She supposed that she could act as a scout of sorts; she had gone through a good month or two of training in thievery, and much of that included having a watchful eye. But who could she even speak to? Was there even a leader among so many powerful fighters? Leiva felt absolutely and completely overwhelmed, and it was all she could do not to just sit there and be paralyzed by how utterly outclassed she was. The novice drew her sword, just in case, and approached the mage who had been struck quickly. She noticed that the mercenary who had aided her recovery from the chasm ledge was in the process of doing the exact same thing. The novice's hand pulled a vulnerary from one of the pockets sewn from within her cloak as she ran, clutching it tightly, prepared to apply the soothing herb as soon as possible. Based upon the rate at which her mercenary savior ran toward the collapsed mage, however, her help would be unnecessary. But she could still try to be useful. Even in such perilous odds, she had to try.
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Post by Plot Device on Dec 22, 2016 14:51:47 GMT -6
Satan Claws had watched the snow carnage in silence. To him that fight was a test, to see their willingness to survive and they had passed but there was a few problems. A few of them had proved their worthiness to go toe to toe with the man in the sleigh, but the others not so much. The other problem was there was just too damn many of them, a simple solution to remedy that.
Putting one of his heavy boots on the edge of the sleigh as he grabbed his massive axe, he used the momentum forward to continue moving to the point he was standing on the edge and leap into the air raising his axe above his head. As he began to descend from the air he gripped the axe in both hands as he swung downwards as he approached Leiva. "I made my naughty and nice list, and you're all on the naughty list."
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