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stressed

Two new people, now it be nice if they wandered over to the bar.

Because I have set up firezones and fortifications there in preperation for an attack, and I'm bored and want to add a little blood to the landscape.

I haven't killed anyone yet, greviously wound certianly, but kill, no.

Yeah, I created a character that basicly declared war on the guild. I'll post a transcript of a battle for you to read.

Impact: Fischig was hudled with his men spread out beside him in a cresant arc. Whispering to them the position of the threat. Warning them that she was still outside of the kill zone. He couldn't help but allow himself a small smile, this one seemed to be more powerful then the last, one bred for combat like himself. Sending forth his will he let his presense burn brightly to any mind. Shadowing those of his men. Letting his flamer hang from it's strap at the small of his back he drew the powersword that hung on at his waist, the blade shimmering with power and crackled with lightning.

Reaper: Reaper's skin started to crawl as a knew sense came towards her from the direction to her side. Making sure the scarf was up as she creapt low towards the ground. The shadows around her started to slip into her gauntlets as she called upon them softly. Good thing is was night time her magic was most powerful during this time. The sixteen year old lookin' girl crept closer when she realized her blood cape could've given her away. Cursing to herself softly and quickly removed it letting it drop to the ground before proceeding any further.

Impact: The darkness would only help them. In their helms where infrared detection units, the latest in technology. The machinations brought forth by the devil to fight the devil, a heretical thought, but a fact none the less. The soldiers would watch and wait. Range finders clicking down as the target moved. But ever the blight was in his mind, for Fischig he needed no such, God had gifted him with powers and he would only use them. Bowing and prasing God. Bowing and destroying his foes. Rising eternal prayer and hymn to Him in Heaven.

Reaper: Reaper was beginning to feel rather unsettled now by the constant silence around her. Her eyes caught sight of a few owls in the trees that were hooting which gave her a bit of relief. Those owls would rather important to her so she kept her ears tuned out for them. Stopping the flow of shadows as she got a good amount in her gauntlets. That made her blades sharps and a bit longer but not by much. Then she would send the shadows off and make them leave her so she could save the rest of her energy for later. Reaper paused once more and removed the scarf now as well. Considering it was bloody blue it could've given her away as well. Tossing it off to the side now she perfectly blend in with her current surroundings. Her very pale baby blue eyes searching the area around her once more.

Impact: The smooth click of rounds chambering and whispers of "target in range, prepare to fire" were the only sounds the broke the silence. That is untill the command to fire was given and the knight erupted as muzle flashes shot forth led and flashes of light to have shows leap and dance. Casings popped out and clattered to the ground, another round sliding in and a second volly on the way. "Good hunting." Fischig told his troops.

Reaper: That soft sound of them was allowed enough for the owls and the immediately took flight and ceased their hooting. Signaling Reaper exactly what she had feared in the first place. She threw herself towards the ground immediately seeing the way the owls change so rapidly. That was when the bright flashes went off and Reaper could hear loud zips breaking through the air as bullets were fired. Feeling one of those lucky bloody bullets go right through her right shoulder. Biting the corner of her lip to hold back a yell of pain. But they had to reload some time. And when they had to she would roll to her feet and charge towards the nearest one. Knowing exactly where they were now. She would push off the ground in a leap and come straight down upon one of the men with her dragon gauntlets. The long metal claws sinking into his shoulders before she would dash off and dive behind a tree for cover. Wincing as she inspected her wound and growled slightly and choose to ignore it at the present moment.

Impact: Repressing the urge to scream the man swung the barrel of his shotgun to the target. Tracking the figure in the darkness through his helm, it's motion detectors directing his movements despite the intense pain. Firing off a round he withdrew, letting his comrades form up the gap as he took a rear position. More shots tore through the trees as the other three opened fire, their shotguns pumping hot led into the air. Covering each other to keep up a steady stream of fire they would switch off allowing the other to reload. Stopping their fire after expanding two clips of ammunition they waited, their weapons armed and the guards to their combat knives removed. "Close quarters combat fighter, be prepared." Fischig told them despite not needing the warning.

Reaper: Reaper was tucked low against the ground as the loads of annumination was released towards her. Feeling the sticky hot tree sap fall on her as a bullet pentrated its bark. Hearing its scream in her head as the bullets continued to strike it.

"...Forgive me mother..." Reaper whispered over and over till the Elder(tree) has ceased screaming.

That was when she would notice the bullets had ceased as well. Giving her the chance to make a move at last. Climbing up the tree still not in their view and came upon one of the remaining branches. She would leap off coming aove them about probably twenty feet total above them. Her arms spread out beside her creating a circular motion. The shadows she had collected came out and formed ten basketball size shadow balls. Within each one had a azure crystal resting inside. Then she would put her hands out before her and three dozen from each sphere of those crystals wuold come flying out towards the group of men attempting to kill her. The moment the crystal would make contact with something solid it would explode. For this reason Reaper was leaping across not straight down when she had first jumped from that branch. Her body going across from them to land on the other side.

Impact: With calm indoctrination and no fear for their lives their guns turned as the target moved over them. Despite the explosions that ripped one of the men apart and maimed another the firing continue. Two men dead the rear guard opened fire as the those that had surronded Ultima where not moving closer as they heard the muffled deaths of their comrades and the explosions. Fischig never liked the idea of throwing lives away needlessly as was happening. This enemy was powerful. "Come forth Witch, I know what you are. It is by my hand that thou shall reseive your judgement."

Reaper: Reaper unfortunely felt a few more stings where she was sure a few bullets and struck. She came crashing on the other side of them rolling up behind another tree. Biting the corner of her lip she ran her hand down her body trying to figure out exactly where the bullets had struck. Finding one that went across her hip and another that had barely scrapped her head. Reaper twitched being called a witch. Which in fact she wasn't..true..she was the last of her race known as the Eternals. One of the greatest threats to man kind ever but only her and Ultima knew that. Slowly she pushed herself onto her feet and brushed herself off. Taking tha gauntlets off and replacing them by taking hold of her twin maces. Where she would then walk out from the cover of the tree and come into the mans view. Showing to him that she was young a mere sixteen year old but obviously one tht had gone through years of high training.

"..I perfer to be called Reaper...." That should strike memory. Reaper was the name of the assassin that had murdered over fifty people in the matter of a year.

Impact: "What matters the name of the dead? I have no need for your name. Suffur not the witch, suffur not the heretic, purify them with fire, and salt the earth with their ashes." Holding his powersword in a guard position he moved before his men. "Repent and your death shall be swift, if you do not, your soul will burn for ever in damnation."

Reaper: Reaper would smirk. "Man...too bad I have to kill you...I was starting to like you..."

Reaper twirled her maces a few times and held them firmly in her hands bending at the knees her eyes watching him completely. This was starting to remind her of that time when her people fell. When she was surrounded by many and round up serving over ten years of torture and rape from men like the ones before her.

"C'mon, sugar, show me what you got."

Impact: Taking her words and letting the taunt pass through him he held the sword ready, the blade at shoulder height and paralle to the ground. "Woe to thee who would fight so arogantly. For it is hell in which thou shall fine thy self dwell in." Fischig was not one to be cowed before any mortal, especially one that was so lowely to consort with demons. "Show thy self witch, come forth unto the divine instrument of God, thou shall know thy reckoning."

Reaper: Reaper took a step towards him calmly as he spoke. "...I already dwell in hell...because of people like you....do you wish to really see what I am?"

Her eyes would start glowing taking another step towards the man. She didn't serve under anyone she refused to do such a thing. She fought only to survive and to protect those she calls friends. Whom she heard start screaming not far from her making her wince. She would have to get this done quickly so she could save Ultima.
Impact: "I see, I was in the wrong, you are not a witch, you are a foul hell daemon. It shall be my duty then as Inquisitor to banish you." Stepping foward he advanced to meet her. This creature which could once had been a servant of God, fallen now. A shame, but then pitty for the enemy was not to be. "Strike your blow and strike true or thou shall die upon this land."

Reaper: Reaper wasn't a demon either she simply stood there as the man started to advance on her. Actually, she was more closer to an angel more then anything else she stood there and closed her eyes for a moment.

"..forgive me Mother...but give me the will and power...guide me through this...give me wings..." Reaper prayed softly.

Then she would charge forward twirling the maces in her hand. Once she came within five feet of him she would spin upon her right foot and bring the maces to him. one heading for the head and the other for the ribs.

Impact: What is this? Why is she praying? It's to her heathen gods, she does not invoke the name of the Holly Mother."May God have mercy upon our souls for the acts which we are to commit." Closing his eyes he readied himself, reading her moods in his mind, seeing where she aimed her blows. Ducking bellow the first one that aimed at his head he blocked the second. The field around his blade glowing as it struck the metal. Swinging the mace around with the momentum of his block he sought to unballance her. Combat was wise, but questioning go prove more benificial. "What are you?"

Reaper: Reaper had a feeling the first one was going to miss watching as it struck nothing but air. The two weapons stricking one another made a clash of metal against metal. The force from his though was so strong she could feel the sting and vibration climb up her arm. She immediately could tell she was most likely not going to win this fight. But...it was worth fighting for if it was to protect the single person that considered her a friend and not an enemy like many times before. She let herself be stumbled back nearly losing her balance it was better then running the risk of breaking her arm because of the blow. Man...she hated that question always had. It was had turned many of her friends against her in a haertbeat.

"....The last survivor of the Eternals...children of the light....once guardians of the Mother but slaughter at the very hands of the ones they swore to protect.." Reaper answered regaining her composer.

Impact: On his guard once more. "Names, that's all you tell me, event's which have happened countless times. True understanding doesn't begin tell one know's more then the basics." Keep her talking, suitable for a fight, keep them unballance, physically and mentally.

Reaper: Reaper simply stared at him once more holding onto her maces. Fine....it was obvious he wasn't going to understand what an Eternal was unless he saw one. She would have an advantage in that form..if the rest of the men didn't pitch in. She closed her eyes and a glyph formed beneath her feet making the wind pick up a bit. Her skin started to get a white glow to them as her clothes melted away form her body. Eyes turning a sea blue with her hair breaking from the braid and turning white. yes she was nude but not in that sort of nudity. Her body didn't seem to have any real feminine characteristics besides the natural curve of the hips legs, arms, and torso. But there wasn't any part that was really female beside the facial structure. Then from her back wings would sprout out a total wing spand of thirty feet. Her eyes gazed towards the man before her as her hand raised up.

Forgive me.... A brilliant white blast would burst from her hand and head directly towards the man not far from her. leaving him little chance of being able to dodge it.

Impact: The physical beauty of the target was imposing. The radiance sheding it's light. Fischig almost began to doubt what he was doing, but then a thought struck him, this is no angle, no angle would help the heretic. "Blight of Satan!" he cried as the light lanced out towards him. Forgoing his sword he held up his hand, "You put a pretty show on, but the light of judgement will fall this day." As the beam struck his hand it splinter, cracking into a million lesser lances. As the light of the attack faded he stood to face the creature once more. "Masquerading in the gize of an angle, only fitting for the fallen one's lies and deception." Bringing the sword up once more. "By my most holly blade thou shall find thy eternal rest."

Reaper: Reaper stood there in shock as her attack didn't phase him at all. Oh, yea, she knew she was way over her head this time. Biting the corner of her lip lightly as the man continued to talk. Frowning at the lies and decepition part, true, she once had done that years ago. But, Reaper wasn't that monster anymore. Her wings flapped bringing her off the ground and a few yards above it. Her hands coming together and forming another sphere of brilliant light. But this one filled with more energy meaning more powerful. She would toss it down at him and as it neared it would split into five to make it somewhat more difficult.

Impact: Muttering about how foolish it was to split an attack into five directions. Even though the energy was more powerful then the first to simply disect it into five ment that each blast was only of equal or less power then the first. As the ball shot to him and pronged it's five lances he dodged them by rushing foward. As he cleared the blast zone he lept into the air. His sword in one hand while the other was out to grab the creature. Finding his grip he hoped to drag it down to the ground with his weight, if not then he would begin to hack at the wings that gave her flight.

Reaper: Reaper tried to flap her wings to get out of his range but felt his grip go around her right ankle. Her eyes going to the sword he was holding in the other. She didn't want to lose her wings not at all. It was painful enough to have someone rip out the feathers but to have them hack away was worse. She felt herself suddenly come downwards as the man's wait started to drag her back down to the earth. Her wings before lifted upwards making her back start to hurt. Flight wasn't going to help her here anymore. Her body changed back to the disguse of the sixteen year old. Wearing the black leather boots that came to her knees. Her black baggy pants being held up by the belt with her gauntlets hanging off them. Her black top short to allow more movement for her. It was sleeveless and ended at the bottom of her breasts. as she fell her hands dived into her gaunlets locking them onto her hands. Then she would sink her claws down into the mans broad shoulders so that she wouldn't crash into the hard ground.

Impact: Finding himself falling and attacked all at once. Heavy claws of metal struck against the armour he wore. He could feel metal scraping on metal as the sound echoed in his ears. Bringing his sword around in a long arc he struck her arm above the gauntlet. As he did so he let go and the claws lost their grip upon his armour. Falling to the ground he landed, rolling with the fall and bringing himself up. His sword momentarly forgotten as he had let it fall to the ground. Instead opting for fire he reached around and bringing the flamer to bare an inferno errupted. It's promethium fuel burning all it contacted. Directing it towards the figure he crept foward to his sword. Ending the stream of fire he swung is back around his back as he leaned to pick up his sword. Their on the ground he crouched on the defensive.

Reaper: Reaper would wince and let out a yell of pain as the sword struck her. Her grip on him became loose and she fell away from him. Hitting the ground hard but rolled with it much like he did and came right back bouncing upon her feet. When her gaze fall upon the man she found fire coming towards her instead. She brought her hands up before and above her head. The shadows around her formed a barried before her to block it. Her hands pushed outwards towards him making sure the barrier would stay up and not break through. Growling as the the fire was blocking anything in front of her so she couldn't tell where the man was now.

Impact: Standing the sword shimmering with the field that surronded it, a field that gave it a cutting edge sharper then any regular blade. The energy from it crackled in the air as Fischig held it in a two handed guard stance. "You have showed me many things foul hellspawn. But you have yet to see my own power." Directing his force of will he pentrated her barrier, fracturing it like a glass window. "You see me now. Do I need to repeat myself?" he taunted. Offset the enemy. Play games with their minds, anything for an edge in battle. Fischig knew he had to finish up the battle soon, his flamer only had enough fuel for one more good blast, after that he would only have his sidearm, sword and force of will. No, he would have his faith, and that would carry the day. Faith was the most potent of weapons and he had faith that he would defeat this foe.

Reaper: Reaper saw a crack forming i her barrier and it created others. It was like watching a spider form its web representing that of the never ending cycle of life. Then all at once it shattered and threw her back a few feet but she managed to stay on her feet. Glowering as she looked up at the man getting rather annoyed with his talking. She would charge forward flexing her metal claws as she did. As she ran she felt the pain surge from her other wounds that were now playing an effect on her. This wasn't good she could only carry on for so long. She would bring her right set of metal claws downwards diagonally across from him then she would bring the other across his gut.

Impact: Blocking two weapons with one, a difficult task, but Fischig was more worried about her right attack then her wounded left. Rushing foward he brought his sword up and blocked her high attack. The blade's energy field arcing lightning along her arm. Turning his body so her left would hit his armour along the side it jarrd him withen it and he quickly gave thanks for the padding that lessened the blow. Grimacing from the force he let the momentum carry him as he pivoted on one foot. Sliding his sword between the claws he heard the distinct sound of metal on metal and out of the corner of his eye saw sparks leap. Bringing the blade around in a wide arc he struck her left shoulder. As it contacted his other foot came around and it's heavy boot crashed into the side of her knee.

Reaper: Reaper winced feeling the lightening sparks go up her arm actually numbing it from her finger tips all the way to her shoulders. Which wasn't good at all now considering she was losing feeling in it. Growling as her other attack struck nothing but armor. She hated armor it was hard to peirce. She had wished she had brought her advance gauntlets she truly needed them right now. She brought her arms back only to find that to be a mistake. Feeling the cold steel upon flesh feeling it slice through the black fabric and into muscles and tissue. Warm blood spilling down her arm and flying off his blade into the air. Causing her to start taking a step back to attempt to get out of his attack range. Meaning she had one foot on the ground during this time when his foot struck her knee. Immediately lossing her balance and fall upon the ground before him. A pain ringing up from the knee from his kick she just hope he didn't dislocate it or break it. She didn't even bother to come fully up as her claws came out and started to slash at his legs to make it difficult for him to stand.

Impact: The armour of his legs was thinner and couldn't begin to provide as much protection as the chestplate, but it was enough to stop most of the attack. Still pain sunk into his leg at the pressure of the attack. Swinging the sword down to knock her arms away he lept back, out of her range. "Trying to force my hand?" Raising a gauntleted hand in the air as though he held a globe in it his force of will lifted her off the ground. With the wave of his hand he sent her hurdely towards a tree. Upon impact he heard a sickening crunch which he took to be the breaking of bones.

Reaper: Reaper realized he had armor here too not as thick but it was still there. She wanted to whimper but kept it back realizing she wasn't going to harm him in any way unless she slashed at his face. Which he contineus to block from her. She caught sight of the blade coming towards her arms afraid they would slashed off she quickly rolled herself back away from him a foot to make it miss. Sighing in relief that it didn't strike her arms. Then her skin would crawl feeling herself get lifted off the ground. Then the wind would scream in her ears as she went hurlding backwards. Instently sparking a memory of a battle she had where something much similiar happened to her. She would strike so hard there would be a powerful thud and a series of snaps. Blood would gush out of her mouth and stain the ground. She felt the bones of her ribs, and shoulders instently snap upon the impact. Causing her to scream in pain even though she had tried to fight it back. She would whimper slightly as her body started to slide down she would fall forward crashing upon the ground. Her breathing hard it hurt every time she took a breath. Weakly her head would rise up and amazingly she was attempting to get back up. Her arms shaking badly as she started to push herself off the ground. Not even knee hieght yet as the pain grew worse when she moved. Standing on her arms with her legs still spwarled upont he ground. Head hung down forcing her body to start working.

Impact: The light from the shimmering blade was the only illuminition as the moon was setting and stars provided what little they could. Walking towards the fallen form he went to her side and kicked her over onto her back. Steping on the wrist closest to him he heard a pop. Keeping the pressure on it he directed the tip of his blade at her throat. "You fought well, but all things must come to an end. It is a shame, in a different world we could have been friends."

Reaper: Reaper gasped all of the air that was in her lungs forced out at the kick. That made her roll over onto her back with a thud. The pain increased ten fold making her yell in pain again. Then she felt her right wrist suddenly snap but it didn't cause as much as it would've considering that armed was numb by the little lightening sparks from before. Wincing she gazed up at the man feeling the tip of the blade along her throat. She flexed the metal claws of her other hand knowing she would be dead if she even tried anything of such.

"......your own...fault for us...not being in that world..." she muttered trying her best to not move the muscles in her throat to much. She didn't want to have her throat sliced open like her little sister did when she was murdered by these sort of people.

Kasumi: A veiled figure sat in the shadows, finally arriving to see a woman at the end of a sword. She couldn't see who was wielding the sword, all she knew was she had to stop it. Reaching in quickly, she pulled out a shiruken and aimed. Then she gave it a great toss, watching it spin towards the target of the man's hand.

Impact: Smiling down at her, at the irony of the situation. "If it was that world then we would only have been hunted down by another like me." Planting the blade in the dirt beside her head. "You said your name was Reaper, I know nothing of your name or your history except what I learned here. I offer you once more salvation, your life is in your own hand, God gave us our free will to live and die by his side or away from it." Never before had he faced someone that had put up such a fight, all others had gone down so simply, but this one at will and determination of her own. A faith that could almost match his. "I will grant you the knowlege of who it is that kills you. My name is Fischig. Now close your eyes." Crouched beside her he laid his hand over her face, still warry of her other hand.

Reaper: Reaper was taken back a bit watching as the blade sank into the soil beside her head. She couldn't help but sigh in releif when the blade went there instead of through her throat. Turning her gaze back to him when he started speaking. God...the way he spoked reminded her of home and that brought back many painful memories to her. Which made her eyes go from hard to that of pain within a few seconds. Fischig..she was going to make sure to remember that name. Her breath caught in her throat when he crouched down beside her. Seeing his hand move towards her. She hesisitated at first at his command to close her eyes. Reluctantly she closed her eyes to the world her claws twitching but she forced her hand to stay down against the soil. Feeling his hand lay across her face making her claws twitch again. She didn't like this sort of position that much. The last time it happened it wasn't that fun. And since she hadn't slept for several days her memories came back more frequent. She could already hear the screams from her past as she laid there with her eyes close.

Impact: A Blade skimmed across his hand. Looking at his hand in surprised he looked around to see a form fleeting off in the distance. "Seems you had a little help today." Looking down at her, "You have a number of injuries and it will be a while before you are recovered. You live for now tell them to repent or they will die." Looking at his own hand, "Too much blood have I shed, you slain fifty, but that is nothing compared to the number I have had to kill, not even my own brothers are safe from me. Always looking for the taint even in ourselves and if we find it destroying it. I don't know if you are tainted, but you fight for those that are and weild powers that few of my order do." With his force of will he sent a blast of mental energy into her skull, forcing her into a deep sleep. "Remeber Reaper, the lives of others rest in your hand." Leaving the figure where it lay he rejoined his troops, "We withdraw, we have a captive and someone to act as a warning. Our first steps are completed." With that they withdrew from the area, leaving Reaper to lay there asleep. Later that night after prayer they barried their comrades in this earth, consecrating it with holly water.

Reaper: Reaper winced hearing the familiar sound of metal slashing through skin. Now she started to feel very vunerable in this sort of position but continued to keep her eyes close and lay still. Having to heed his words as he started speaking to her again. She knew he was doing something when her skin started to crawl. She was just about to move her hand because of that crawling when she felt a blast of some short against her skull. Feeling her body go numb immediately the feeling of the soil disappeared making it feel like she was floating. Then the cold night air vanished from her senses as well. His voice became faint and then all together vanished the world vanished from her.

That was just one fight, we've had about four-five others as well.

Because I kick a**. xd