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 Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:02 pm
Ganon nodded at Debbie, still playing, but as the others charged in, he turned and ran along the side of the building, measuring the distance carefully. One enormous, powerful scaly leg came up and his talon slammed through a closed wooden window shutter, and he lunged inside onto a table.
Fifteen bandit reinforcements turned to face the lizard, who bowed, tail waving. Most of them just stood in confused shock for a long moment, watching as Ganon lifted his bow and began to pull it across the strings.
As he played, his tune morphed, swapping between rapid accelerando and drawn-out ritardando, following a curious course and oddly drowning out the squad leader's shouts to attack. He stepped lightly over the swung axes and swords, ducking and hopping as he played, and their swings became slower as confusion clouded their minds.
There was a reason he came in here, away from the other fighters. Not all passive Bardsong was helpful.
"The preaties are full and the herons are roasting,
Kitty lie over close to the wall!
You to be drunk, and me to be sober,
Kitty lie over close to the wall!
What would you do if you married a soldier?
What would I do, only follow his blade!
What would you do if he died in the ocean?
What would I do, only marry again!"
The last word seemed to ring in the room, and then Ganon turned to smile at the staring squad leader, offering him a cocky little one-fingered salute, and lunged over the bandits just as they all went Berserk. The room became a cacophony of clashing blades and cries of pain as Ganon opened the door to the main room, where his friends were fighting.
"I love doin' that!" he called, drawing his bow across the strings and suddenly letting it split and reform in his claws into a deadly kusarigama. A moment later, the chain wrapped around a bandit's neck, and Ganon pulled him hard into two others, bringing all three to the ground and freeing his chain to swing at another.
[Frost is All Over pt 2: Interrupts Biorhythm of any who hear it (based on Res): Causes Berserk]
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:19 pm
Roy fought off the bandits with the others. Darko was just above him, using his keen sense of smell to find the dancer. After a few minutes, the imp chirped. Roy nodded, then pushed one of the bandits back before slashing him in two. He then cut himself a path past the bandits, letting the imp lead the way. More charged into the room, Berserked by Ganon's music. He just cut past them as well, though only the ones that got in his way.
He followed the imp, the steel sword in his hand soaked in fresh blood. There was a possibility that there would be more bandits on the way to his mother. That was fine. If he could run into another swordman, or at least where the bandits kept their weapons, he could swap out and something fresh.
He was already at the door leading to the third room. Screw opening a door normally. He didn't have the time for that. One spin kick later, the door was kicked open, and he could continue on.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:58 pm
The only thing Ephraim could do was nod and follow Deborah. After all, their next mission was to get Ninian back at all cost. Though Roy himself had already claimed the boss's head. The lancer was half tempted to reply to Roy's comment, if he was losing, and ended up dead..THEN can they help? The young lord was no good to the others if he was dead.
He gripped the crimson lance before charging in after the others. It was going to be weird using the Killer Lance at full strength, considering Reginlief was designed to match his weight, the killer was a little heavier then his usual spear. It was going to slow him down just a little, but hopefully he can manage all the better. It felt all too weird to be holding a lance with two hands for once. It felt too weird.
Immediately was he charged at with a few of the incompetent bandits. The first one came at him recklessly, Ephraim simply spun to avoid the axe before his spear came into a lock down with yet another swordmaster. "Funny, You can do so much better then bandits" he mocked, pushing forward, knocking the swordmaster off balance. Taking this split second chance, Ephraim shifted his left leg toward his opponent and jabbed foward. Sweeping his right leg behind his left, he twisted his body and swung his spear across him and knocked his opponent into one that was coming up behind him.
Success? Most certainly not! That didn't even scratch him and hell, Ephraim was just getting used to the killer lance. There was a loud bang heard that caught the lancer's attention. Apparantly Roy's impatience got him to kick the door down in less then a minute. Gotta admire his perseverance though.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:58 pm
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •  The bandits were quick to rush forward. The dumb axe wielders up front were easy prey, as their attacks were incredibly slow. Deborah had little need to use Graver properly. She just gave simple dodge and slash attacks. Still, there were quite a few of the brigands up front, and there were more running up toward them. They needed to break through and make a path, before they got cornered.
Deborah practically glided across the floor of the fort, pushing back any enemies tat came at her. She blocked an axe, then knocked the weapon into the air, and stabbed the wielder. She spun around an oncoming brigand and deeply pierced his side, then spun her lance around like a shield, to block an incoming arrow. All magic attacks she went out of her way to avoid. Blocking one the way she did in the desert before had burned her hands too much, and they were still hurting because of it. She didn't have much, when it came to resistance, though it didn't always matter, seeing as she was much faster than most magic users she met. In fact, none of these weak little bandits had what it took to harm her, thus far.
After fighting for a while, she knocked the axe from one final brigand, grabbed it, and flung it through the neck of the enemy before her. The limp body slowly fell to the ground, after spattering blood up onto the halberdier's chest plate, which showed hardly at all upon the crimson color of the armor. She then looked up and saw that a path had opened, to go further back into the fort, and that the red-haired lad was already heading down it. The rest of the group were doing well with picking off the oncoming bandits where they were, so Deborah took off after the boy to give him support, as he searched for his mother. Also, Deborah hadn't run into Ali yet. She knew he was around here somewhere... just waiting to make his move.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 6:28 pm
Roy heard someone following him, once he was further away from the first two rooms. It was safe for now up ahead, so he peeked over his shoulder. The dark-skinned woman was following after him, but she didn't look annoyed at him for running off on his own again. Perhaps she had her own business up ahead, or maybe she just wanted to help him get to his mother. Either way, he wasn't sure why she was coming along, but at least now he had some support in combat.
More bandits had shown up, and both the young lord and the lancer made quick work of them (Roy swapped out the steel sword he was currently holding for a newer one. It would last longer). They hurried down the path Darko was leading them.
"There's a good chance there'll be a guard where my mother is being held. Can I trust you to take care of him?" the young lord asked, looking over at Debbie, who was running next to him now that she had caught up.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 6:58 pm
Before the room where Feo and Ninian were kept, Ali stood against the door. Besides him were the bandits, brandishing their weapons for their intruders to come. If he knew that dark-skinned woman well, she would surely come to fight his leader. And as much as he wanted that sorry a** of a leader to perish, he had no choice but to follow orders.
The room was big enough to be fitted as a library. Torches lit brightly against the pillars to fill the room with lights. Against the walls were treasures, gleaming by the lighting. Although the bandits were getting little bored of waiting, Ali kept his stare at the door. He knew the dark-haired woman would come; and who knew who else did she brought along with.
He clutched his hilt tightly, waiting for the woman to barge into the room. He still had a score to settle with her. How dared that b***h mocked him? Well, he would get her back once and for all.
When the door at the opposite end bursted open and in came the dark-skinned woman with the group, Ali glared at the group but mostly at Deborah. "So you've finally came this far, b***h. And it looks like you've brought your pest with you. Well this time, you're not going to win. This is the end of the road for you and your shits."
With that word, there was a loud thudded noise. If the group looked over pass Ali's shoulder, they would see a tall, muscular, black armored Berserker behind turning around and lifting the silver axe onto the shoulder. The Berserker had placed a heavy wooden bar onto the slots of the door. It would take ten normal men to lift that bar away.
"Goliath, don't let these shits get passed you. Guard the door as long as you can." Ali sneered. He knew he had nothing to worry about Goliath and the door. The armor that Goliath had worn was made of the toughest material made. No malee weapon could penatrate through the armor. As for the door, it would be too heavy for these bastards to remove the bar. Now, to deal with that b***h and her pesky group.
"Attack!" Ali shouted the command as he whirled his lancereaver around and charged at Deborah while the other bandits besides Goliath charged. Ali let out a fury of slashes at the halbedier, but she managed to counter his attacks. As he swung down his sword that narrowly missed his target, he twisted his body around and gave Deborah a house-round kick, followed with the sword swung down at her. It was unknown if she would be able to counter his attack. However, it was also unknown if her weapon could last against a lancereaver.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 7:37 pm
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • As Deborah approached where Ali was, she simply smirked. It was obvious now that Ninian was in that room in front of them. All they had to do was beat a mob of brigands, take down a monstrosity of a berserker, teach Ali a lesson, and break open a door that was sealed up with the strongest door bar in existence. "Details, details..." she muttered to herself. This wasn't enough to trouble her, at all. She'd just have to get passed it all, and that was that.
Ali then ran toward her, and let out a fluster of slashes, all much too obvious and very easy to avoid. One of the brigands tried to jab at her side, but Deborah quickly thrust her spear, and slashed through the foe's neck. This distraction barely gave her enough time to dodge Ali's incoming sword, but she was too good to let that get in her way. She saw Ali twist around to kick her, and leaned back, allowing the foot to swing right over her head, then swung her lance up, to block the obviously incoming weapon from above. The force of the colliding weapons caused them both to be pushed back, and Deborah took this opportunity to regain her stance.
During their first skirmish on the sand, she didn't get to realize just how much he had come along. His moves were a little predictable, but the speed and power behind them were impressive. Deborah couldn't help but think that he could be so much more, if only he would allow himself to amount to something other than being apart of such lowlife groups. Just looking at him, she could tell that he was fully prepared to take her on. However, she wouldn't give him a chance to rest, or try to read her movements. A mere moment after regaining her footing, she rushed forward with the great speed she possessed. She swung her lance, but pulled it away last second as a fake-out, and darted behind Ali. She swung again, but seeing that Ali was going to block, she pulled away again, and spun to the side, then quickly jabbed forward. It was time to see just how fast he had really become.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 8:01 pm
Dammit. Damn it all.
They had reached a large room, and there was actually conversation for a bandit for a change. Good, seems like there was someone that could speak outside of the traditional grunts. Seemed as if he had business with the dark-skinned woman, so he would stay out of her way.
Which pretty much left him with the rest of the small fry, and one extra large fry. That armor looked pretty durable. And for Berserkers, one hit from their axe was pretty much a death sentence. The best option seemed to be to take care of the weaklings first before dealing with the bigger fish.
That bar the Berserker had put on the door to prevent them from pushing through looked pretty heavy. There was no way he could lift that on his own. But wait...was that material...wood? Oh sweet mercy goddesses. His prayers were answered. All he had to do was make sure the SoS lasted and he could burn that obstacle away. But he would have to hurry. Who knew what was happening to his mother.
"Darko, find someplace safe." he told the imp as the bandits charged.
He ran at them, steel sword in hand. Lucky for him, there were some swordmen amongst the bandits coming for them. He and Deborah fought the bandits together, but once her target attacked her directly, he branched off and fought the rest of the small fry on his own. No getting involved in her fight.
There was no need to get fancy here. Just take down the small fry, then worry about the big guy near the door.
But there was no time.
Every second he wasted with these guys was an additional second of danger his mother had to go through. And she was. RIGHT. BEHIND. THAT. DOOR!
A few minutes later, after all that bottled-up anger had been unleashed by the young lord (by all means, he was far from satisfying his anger. There was a LONG way to go before that was all out), the only bandits left included the Berserker at the door and the one in the duel with Deborah. He raised the steel sword up in front of him, then began to walk run towards the axeman. Strike, dodge, learn how his opponent reacted. Lather, rinse, repeat. They were supposed to be slow. He could dodge. If he could take this behemoth down, all that was left was the bar, which he could probably burn.
No problem, right?
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 9:32 pm
The bandits felt from the lord's blade one at a time as if they were flies. It was either they were moving too slow or that the lord had unleashed his anger on "innocent" victims. Whichever it may be, their side was fallen. All that was left was Goliath who was standing at the door and Ali who was dueling against Deborah.
With his ally fallen, the Berserker would have charged at the small boy. However, he had to follow his order. He had to guard the door. No matter what. But seeing that the boy was charging at him with a steel sword, he couldn't help but laugh. What chance could a small boy have against him?
Goliath stood on his ground and puffed his chest as the boy ran toward him. He didn't need to worry as the boy made a striking pierce against his chest. Because as Roy thrust his sword at the Berserker, his sword broke. Goliath laughed.
"Silly boy," Goliath said amusingly despite his voice sounded gruffly as if he was a pitbull. "Yer puny sword 's no match fer mi 'rmor."
He then raised his right arm over his left shoulder and swung, smacking the boy across the head before sending him flying across the room. He let out a hearty laugh. It was amusing to see that the boy thought he could beat him. He wasn't sure did he knock the boy out cold or not. But if that boy managed to stay conscious, then it would be great to see how the pitiful mouse struggled against a giant like himself.
Meanwhile, Ali was struggling to kill Deborah. Why couldn't that b***h die? Hadn't that woman know that only the strongest survive? Well, this time, he won't let her live like the last time they fought.
Ali raised his sword as he saw her charging at him. But once he saw the woman pulled away, he realized it was a fake-out. He quickly tried to block the attack from behind, only to find she pulled away again. He then spun around to see the head of the spear heading toward him. Ali evaded to the left, but he receive a small glaze cut on his arm.
He winced at the pain, but quickly covered it with his rough exterior as he glared back at the woman. So what if the woman had managed a small cut? He was still able to move. Move enough to kill her.
Ali charged again. He held the edge of his sword between his fingers as he charged (Think of the same pose as Saitoh Hajime performing Go from Rurouni Kenshin.) So the woman thought she could pull fake attacks? Well, two could play that game. As he darted toward her, he saw that the woman was about to counterattack him. That just what he wanted her to think.
The bandit quickly dipped the tip of sword downward as he pulled the hilt upward and swung, as if he was holding his sword down instead of holding up. His sword made connection with the lance. He had counterattacked her counter. However, that was only half of the stunt he made. With his sword blocking the counterattack, Ali moved forward toward her in her close range space. He then let go of the sword edge as he quickly swung the sword like he was drawing an arch. The sword swung over his head and headed right toward Deborah. Would she be able to dodge that attack?
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 10:08 pm
The sword shattered upon impact on that armor. Roy had assumed the armor was durable, but for it to shatter the steel weapons...it was stronger than anticipated. Then he felt something hit him, and he was sent flying. That Berserker held that much power?!
The young lord hit the ground and rolled, finally stopping. It hurt so much. Where did all that strength come from? No man could hold that much strength in one arm, even if they were a Berserker. That attack could have knocked him out, and that would have been bad. Even though his head was aching, he still managed to get to his feet, though after quite a bit of struggling.
Well, the physical attempt to get through was useless. How about a magical attempt? He could play it safe and keep his distance from the Berserker and use the Rune sword to strike from afar, draining the giant's health in the process to heal his own wounds. Or he could go sword ablazing and try to light both Goliath and that wooden bar on fire. But the SoS was low on uses. He couldn't afford to use it to try to light both at once. Maybe after the giant was gone.
He tossed the useless hilt of the steel sword to the side, then grabbed the Rune sword.
"Puny sword huh...? Let's try this then." he said wearily.
Hurray for magic swords, ignoring the defenses and armor of physical tanks. He knew the rule: axe users and knight units tended to have the lowest resistance towards magic. So why not use it to his advantage?
Black magic surrounded Goliath after Roy swung the dark sword. The giant would then feel his own life force be drained, only to return to the young lord to heal his wounds.
"Is this a puny sword as well?" he asked the giant, a smirk forming on his lips.
All he had to do was drain all the life force from the giant Berserker, then all that was left was the door.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 10:41 pm
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • So, he wasn't as fast as he would want her to think. That reckless, mouthy kid was still shining through, even today. Still, he had managed to avoid a full on hit. A small cut wasn't going to give Deborah that much of an upper hand, and she couldn't let her guard down against him. This fool was out for blood, after all.
After giving Ali his cut, Deborah spun around and saw him charging at her, again. A simple charge wasn't going to be enough. Deborah swung her lance, and blocked the sword, easily. The fact that Ali carried a lancereaver would not be that big of an aid to him, with her wielding Graver. As she held the weapon back, she refrained from making a move, and tried to see why Ali was getting so close. He should have learned by now that getting too close could be deadly. She then saw the sword quickly fling above their heads, and then begin to come crashing down over her. "Bah! As if I'd let ya!" She cried out, as she moved to the side, and swung her lance toward Ali's head. Obviously, Ali would dodge the attack, but it would make her previous attack falter. However, he had managed to cut her shoulder.
As Deborah faced him, after breaking free of the prior weapons lock, she noticed that she had received a cut herself, but ignored it. Dwelling on injuries received in battle was a waste of time. If you could keep going, you would, until you could go no longer. However, Deborah realized that she could no longer play around and test how much Ali had grown. It was proving too dangerous. She would have to treat him as just another enemy. Which meant things were going to get a little more bloody.
Not wanting to give Ali the chance to attack again, Deborah rushed forward, and swung Graver outward. After having it blocked, she spun to the side, and jabbed, but that was also blocked. She continued to dance around her enemy, attempting to find his weak spot. As she continued to fight, she realized what it was. After swinging her lance and having it blocked again, she jumped back, then lunged forward, with a powerful swing from Graver. Ali instinctively blocked, so as not to have his head slashed off. After all, there was no time to dodge, Deborah's attack was both powerful and fast.
As the two clashed their weapons, both pushing forward, trying to best each other's strength, Deborah laughed. "Surely ya realized I had a different weapon, dis time. Dat brings some good and bad news to ya. Deh good news is dat ya no longah have tah worry about a high chance of a critial hit. Deh bad news...." She paused a moment. "...Is dat Graver is much more dangerous!!" Her eyes widened, as she began to use Graver's abilities. Suddenly, Ali's sword became too heavy to lift, and it fell to the ground, pulling his arm with it. "Don't expect tings..." Deborah planted Graver's tip into the cracks in the floor, then used it like a pole volt to launch herself forward, bringing her knee up high, as she rose. "...tah be so easy!!" With the extra momentum gained, she swung her body forward and kneed Ali in the face with great force, and sent him tumbling back into the wall behind him, causing shelves of books to break and fall down upon him.
Deborah quickly turned around, and regained her fighting stance, knowing that the boy would not give up so easily. As she glanced down, she noticed that the sword was gone, meaning that Ali must not have let go, as he was sent back. No matter, Deborah would be surprised if she hadn't broken his nose. Ali had received a lot of damage from her attack. Deborah was correct about the swordsman's weakness. He always expected things to be plain and simple. He really was still just a naive, reckless kid.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 11:52 pm
With one blow of the sword, it met with a counterattack. With one strike, it was being blocked. No matter who was strong or fast, it seemed that these two were matching each other well.
Ali managed to block Deborah's attack while Deborah's countered his attacks. No one knew how long it was going to last. That was until Deborah informed the bandit what her latest weapon was.
Ali felt his sword become heavy. He tried to lift his sword, but he was unable to. What sort of magic she was using? Never had he ever experienced before. But before he figured out what made her weapon dangerous, he felt a full blow to his face. He let go of his sword as his body began to soar across the room and crashed into the bookshelf. Piles of books fell onto him.
After a minute, he slowly rose up, glaring at his opponent before him. His body was aching with pain from the crash he landed and the books falling on top of him. He had a bloody nose and it was sending pain through his sinus too. However, he did not response to those pains. He was beyond pissed. How dared she thought she got the better of him. That b***h was going to pay.
Ali moved toward the wall where there were swords hanging as trophies and grabbed one. He figured that this magic she had used must have come from her weapon. Attacking her with normal weapon would end up with the same situation again. Well, this time, he was not going to fell for it. The bandit began to charge at her.
"Payback's a b***h, b***h!" He yelled as he stopped his charging within the safe distance from Deborah and swung his sword. Normally, he would attack her within close range. However, with that weapon Deborah was holding, it seemed that physical attack won't do.
However, that didn't stop him from attacking when flames erupted from the sword and flew toward her. Who would have thought that Ali had used the Flame Sword (Thracia 776) from Feo's weaponry collections? Not wanting the halbedier to dodge the first attack of the magical sword, Ali had swung three more to make sure that she won't be able to dodge.
In the meantime, Goliath was satisfied that the boy was not knocked out. It seemed that the fun was going to continue. He wondered how would the boy be able to win against him. The boy now knew that his armor was immune to all melee weapons.
When the boy drew out another sword, he let out a hearty laugh. Didn't that boy learn his lesson? He was unstoppable against melee weapons. Not even a bow could stop it. However, his laugh was cut short when he felt his strength and energy slipping through him.
What had just happened? He wasn't being attacked. But why did he feel like his life was slipping? It was then that he heard the boy spoke. Goliath now fully understood. That boy was holding a magical weapon and magic was his armor's weakness. How did the boy figured out so soon? He wasn't sure. But he knew one thing; that boy was breaking through his defense without even lifting a finger.
Angered that the boy found his weakness, Goliath began to charge at the boy, forgetting that he was supposed to guard the door. He swung his axe down, but the boy dodged. Not only that, but he also managed to drain his life source too. No! He would not loose to a puny little boy! Goliath lifted his axe and charged again, only to miss the boy again. Outraged by the boy's evasion, the berserker suddenly charged fully in anger. Like the previous two, Roy had managed to dodge Goliath's charging. However, it seemed that the berserker didn't know he missed it.
Ali swung his flamed sword for the tenth time. Some of the area were burning from his magical blade and it seemed that he may have the upper advantage. As long as he kept his distance from that b***h, he would burn her alive. However, burning her to death would not kill her quickly. If he wanted her to die immediately, he had to get an opening fast.
After he send another fiery attack, he quickly kicked that fallen book right toward Deborah and ran after it. That b***h would be quick enough to dodge his fire attack and to block the book from smacking into her face. However, that timing would be enough for him to stab her in the stomach. As he saw Deborah did exactly what he wanted, Ali quickly took the opportunity.
"Got you!" Ali yelled as he was about to thrust his sword toward her. However, his chance of killing her was taken away. His chance to see her dead was snatched away when the berserker rammed into him on the side and continued charging. The Flame Sword was let go from his hand and crashed onto the floor.
Suddenly, there was a sudden crashing noise. If Deborah and Roy looked around to see what had happened, they would see a big hole opening in the wall to the outside world. If they looked out through the hole and looked down, they would see Goliath laying down unconscious on top of the sand floor. As for Ali, he was nowhere to be seen. What had happened to him? No one knew. However, what the lord and the halbedier knew was that they were now freed to rescue the dancer. Now if only they were able to remove the heavy bar from the door.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 12:31 am
Dodge and attack. Dodge and attack. That's all the young lord had to do to stay alive and avoid the Berserker that was trying to kill him. He missed his chance to attack once, and that was when he noticed flames dancing around from where the dark-skinned woman was fighting. Was that...?
It seemed as if the SoS wasn't the only one of its kind to produce flames. The bandit she was fighting was using a sword that produced flames just like the SoS. He would admit that he would seriously take that sword from the bandit if the halberdier was able to finish him. But less thinking about her battle, more thinking about his own.
He was unintentionally guiding the Berserker closer to where the other fight was happening. As the giant charged one last time, the young lord dove to the side, avoiding the charge. The sword flashed once more, stealing more of the giant's life force. He blinked in surprise, seeing the Berserker crash into his friend before crashing through a wall.
"Oops." he said, then took a peek outside with the dark-skinned woman.
They could see the Berserker clearly face-down on the sand. Whether he was alive or not didn't matter now. The bandit the woman was fighting wasn't in sight, but he had fallen too, no?
Well, whatever. What was done was done. Now for the door to get to his mother. His eye caught a lone sword lying near where the bandit was standing before Goliath had charged into him. That was...
The Rune sword was sheathed and the young lord picked up the Flame Sword. It felt...so familiar to him. Even though it was nothing he had ever seen before, it was clearly similar to the SoS and the other magic swords.
He was going to keep it. Hurray for war spoils~
The young lord walked over to where the door was, and the bar that was blocking it. All he had to do now was burn the bar away with this sword, and he would be able to reach his mother.
"Hey...Deborah, right? Thanks for coming this far with me. That man you were fighting...it seems that you had a history with him. I won't ask for details about how you know the bandit...but, are you satisfied with the way the battle turned out? I know I'm not. Neither of us dealt a finishing blow. We may have won the battle, but it doesn't feel like a victory to me." he said.
"Since this looks like a treasure room and no bandits to stop us...we're free to take whatever we want. I've already gotten what I needed, for now."
The flames appeared on the Flame Sword. This would be his substitute SoS, until he could find a Hammerne or a legendary smith to repair it. And speaking of the Hammerne...
"Oh...if you happen to find a Hammerne staff here, please hold on to it. One of my magic swords is going to break soon, and I really don't want to lose it. It's a legendary sword from Elibe with enough strength to slay dragons, and I have a feeling we may need its power in the future."
He turned his attention back to the door.
I'm coming...Mother. We'll get you out of here...
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 11:43 am
Charice had misgivings about actually going inside the fort.
Not that she had any qualms about what they were doing--she could care less about bandits and their ilk, and it wasn't like everyone else was rushing in solely for the treasure--but she was a flier, more of an outdoor fighter than an indoor one. Plus, she had Iris to watch... at least, that was what she thought as she came to land near the fort entrance. But then the woman had simply gotten off and gone inside with the rest of them, saying something along the lines of "Those double-crossers will get their just desserts".
Well, that's all well and good, but what about my pegasus? she thought to herself as the group healed their wounds. I can't fly in there--we'll be creamed! I don't want to be a bother and stay outside while everyone else is fighting, but I'm not nearly as good on foot, and what if some of the bandits slip out and capture Aph? I can't lose my mount...
Aph nudged Charice lightly. As the rider looked up, she noticed everyone else had already gone inside and begun to fight.
"Yeah, I can see that we've started," Charice said with a sigh, "but what are we going to do? You can't fly in there, and I'm not a foot soldier."
Aph nudged Charice again, then started to walk towards the door. For a moment, Charice stared at her pegasus blankly. Is she serious? She still wants to go in there? But why? She's a pegasus!
Aphrodite reached the door and turned back, her right eye looking curiously at her white-robed rider.
Somewhere, in an alternate universe with an alternate reality, a lightbulb came into existence above an alternate Charice's head at about the same time a metaphorical lightbulb did so above our Charice's head.
"Ohhhh! Duh! You can be just like any other horse!"
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...By the time they'd arrived, there wasn't much fighting left to be done. Apparently, they'd moved quickly through the bandit fortress. The main hallway was already mostly cleaned out, and the survivors seemed to be interested in either fighting each other or grabbing what treasures they could, sensing their days as a clan were about finished.
Charice smirked behind the cloth mask. "Well? What say we run them through with a lance, grab some gold, and go home happy AND wealthy?"
Thieves running about the premises with lockpicks were mighty quick, opening the chests and fleeing for the exits. Yet for all their celerity, no human feet can match a horse's hooves!
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 1:06 pm
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Deborah sighed, when she saw Ali get to his feet. She knew he wouldn't give up, but it still would have been nice, if he had actually learned something. Seriously, how many times did she have to knock him down, before he understood? Deborah still wanted for their to be a way to not have to kill the misguided kid, but he was making that quite difficult.
The halberdier watched as Ali began to charge at her, yet again. "...Foolish child. Dat isn't gunna-" Deborah stopped mid sentence, as she saw Ali stop, and swing his newly acquired sword, before he got close to her. Without having to ask the question, Deborah received the answer, when flames suddenly flew out from the sword, and soared toward her. Deborah was really starting to hate magical weapons. Graver was the only thing keeping her from completely despising them all. Deborah prepared to jump out of the way, but saw that Ali had swung quite a few more times. Has his rage blinded him? He could set the entire room aflame, taking him along with it!
With too many flames to dodge, Deborah took Graver, and began to spin it, like a shield. She could feel the flames beginning to overwhelm her, the burns on her hands from before only being made worse. If it was only one swing, she could easily break through the flames, but Ali just kept swinging. Deborah growled, as she began to feel herself being pushed back. She wasn't going to let some kid think that his way of life was good, and that it made him stronger! "I won't let yah be a disgrace tah our kind!!" She cried, as she began to spin Graver around, above her head, using it's abilities. Deborah didn't know if the lance would be able to do this, but flames should still be able to be manipulated by gravity.
And sure enough, the flames began to spin around in the air, flowing loosely as if it were red smoke. It collected, until all the flame was flowing around with Graver. Deborah looked out, and saw a book of all things rushing toward her, followed by Ali. Up until now, Deborah wasn't sure what she was going to do with the flames, but now it was simple. She flung graver forward toward Ali, but the cast flames only incinerated the thrown book, and crashed into the wall behind Ali, extinguishing most of itself upon the stone.
After unleashing the flames, Deborah quickly looked up, and saw that Ali was still coming, so she rose Graver as fast as she could. However, Ali was in striking distance. Graver would surely come upward and slash him, but to avoid a deathly blow herself, would be a challenge. However, just as weapons were about to meet flesh, a monstrosity flew and crashed into Ali. Deborah's eyes widened, as she saw Ali suddenly vanish before her. Light now came in from outside, and Deborah rushed to the opening, where she saw the giant berserker lying dead on the sand. The halberdier was speechless.
She heard the red-haired boy speaking to her, but simply kept looking outward. She sighed, then walked over to the door, and stabbed the door block with Graver. "Put dat ting away, before ya burn deh whole room...." She then swung up with ease, taking the wooden bar with her, then shook it off, and allowed it to crash heavily onto the ground. The door was now unlocked, and anyone could go through it. Deborah knew the boy would do whatever he wanted, and that he wanted to fight the leader alone. She thought it was foolish, seeing as how underestimating that man would lead to death. Still, right now, she would leave him to it. She walked over once again to where the berserker had crashed through the wall, and stared out, almost expecting Ali to jump out. Deborah would collect the treasure in a moment. Right now, she was just a little disappointed that her opponent was gone. Well, at the very least, she didn't take the life of a child, herself... let alone another of her kind.
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