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 Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:08 pm
Super Awesome Swordsman;
Jaren Degriess!
I'm the HERO of JUSTICE LOVE ME!  Jaren had blood on his sword now; a Learanian clad in blue had attacked him. The soldier hadn't fared too well and was now lying behind Jaren. The fallen man and the myrmidon had one thing in common now. Neither would receive a heroic welcome in Learania.
As Jaren turned to face his next opponent, he was struck by a melody. Literally, he'd felt the ground shift slightly under his feet at the exact moment he'd heard a tune. Looking down at his feet quizzically, the myrmidon was quite shocked when the sand decided to say hello to his face.
"Thock!" Said the sand and (as a fist made of sand will do) knocked Jaren flat onto his back. "Is someone playing a kazoo?" He wondered to himself as stars swirled around in his brain. Then Jaren was on his feet again, sputtering desperately as he shook his head around in an attempt to remove remnants of the sand from his face.
"THHHHBBBPT!" He spat. "It's in my mouth!" Sticking his tongue out, he frantically tried to wipe the grains off of it with his free hand, which only made things worse. Dancing around in a small circle, he avoided purely by chance a few attacks directed at him, including a fireball that kicked sand up as it thudded into the ground beside him and an arrow that found its home in a nearby bandit. The dancing (or flailing some would call it) made him considerably harder to hit as not even Jaren was able to predict where he'd be next.
It was during this dance that he noticed familiar green scales. He halted immediately, one foot in the air and his tongue clutched in his hand. "Ganon?" He said. "What are you---- ACHOO!" Jaren leaned forward as he sneezed, foot stomping down reflexively. Sand and snot was expelled forcefully from his nose (Which had gone numb from the sand punch) in a disgusting haze of yellowish-green.
"SNNRRK!" He breathed in while wiping his face with the back of his sleeve.
"Ganon? It is you! I see you're still wearing that costume! It's really well made! Oh! Look I got new clothes!" He twirled around to show off his new outfit. "Did you see that weird thing with the sand? It was like WHOOSH, BANG! And hit me in the face! Maybe it was controlled by magic or something. I think it knocked one of my teeth loose! Nearly took off my nose too! But what are you doing here? Are you lo--" His nattering stopped as a ripping sound came from his leg, he'd finally stopped moving long enough for one of Ganon's music blades to catch up with him. "My-my pants... I just got these..." As blood bled from the shallow cut, Jaren looked back up at Ganon. Intentions were made clear as a heartbroken myrmidon gazed at the snakeman. "Why, are you fighting for them? Can't you see Learania is in the wrong here? They attacked Sentria without warning! They lied to us and left me locked up in an abandoned fort. Heroes don't do that. "
Jaren didn't really want to fight Ganon, for a few reasons.
1. Anyone who wore a costume year-round despite the weather was cool as hell!
2. His method of fighting scared him.
3. He was heavy... very heavy as Jaren had discovered.
4. He was really nice! ... Even though he'd thrown Jaren through a window. (That had probably been an accident anyway)
But Ganon was fighting on the wrong side. So unless he surrendered, Jaren would have to fight him... A sticky situation. But Jaren had a plan! If Ganon couldn't see the truth about that evil country... Why Jaren would knock him out and take him to Drake! Drake would convince him to join the Sentrians, and then they'd all live happily ever after, fighting injustice!
A little wishful thinking never hurt anybody.We all have our secrets, we all wear a mask. A persona if you will, to cover our real selves, our shadows, the face that we could not show to society and still appear sane. Not even we know our true nature.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 9:14 pm
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •  Her opponent was playing right into her hands. The bandit's malicious intent proved him unable to discern how easily baited he was, how easy Deborah could pull in the line and draw him right to her. His move was straightforward, the blade coming in on a clear path- there was no swing. It was a predictable move and easy to defeat. All it took was a swipe of the spear to push it to the right and like before, the length of the weapon kept it safely away. Maybe if the man focused more on fighting and less on his anger towards his opponent, he could perform above the level of a common brigand.
Along with the predictability of the move came arrogance, as well, as if the man thought he knew the moves his opponent would make. But try as he might, he could not see the future and any counters he intended would become strained because of his opponent's reaction.
Right after pushing the blade away, Deborah wiped her spear back to the bandit and thrust it towards his neck. A full charge being stopped because of careless sword placement would likely result in a flinch, especially given the intensity and split second actions during a brawl.
But lucky for the man, Deborah's spear did not cut his throat. The sudden effects from the invoked sand tones saved his life, but he would be extremely lucky to get away without a scratch on his neck or shoulder. The suddenness of the whirling sand may have stopped the blow from being fatal, but it was the swordsman's retaliation that caused Deborah to pull back, to avoid being cut herself. The slash that was meant to cut across her abdomen did not give injury, but made her back off.
Of course, her weapon still had the advantage of reach, and Deborah did not remain still after jumping back. The adrenalin kicked in and caused her side vision to vanish. Her ferocious shout echoed in the wind as she wiped the spear across from right to left. Only quickly moving his body could save the man, given his sword was still partially in swing from his own slash, which would make it hard to move back at all, save by falling.
Successful hit or no, Deborah pulled back the spear and returned to her stance. Her instincts knew better than to go all out at once. One must be patient while hunting.
Around the two dark-skinned ones, the soldiers and bandits clashed. Neither side would let the other have a crack at their leader. And yet, both sides wished to harm the leader of the other. They were all the same and yet conflict took them.
The jagged arrows of the bandits were successful at first, but a strange music had a different tone in mind for the battle. Once the wind came, the arrows were knocked from their intended targets- though, that did not mean they hit nothing. The fires were tossed and spread, allowing them to be strengthened, before the sand caused them to die back down some. The mages that hid amongst the ruins were able to use the the terrain as a shield, while still able to aim at their enemy. Others had to climb over or around the boulders to do their attacks. The more efficient of arrows claimed some of them. It was fortunate that the Learanian army had healing capabilities through the twins of magic, Rei and Lugh.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 3:37 pm
Well, attacking bandits may be something to help out his side, but once the sandstorm started brewing, Zeiss started to back off of his attacks...and although his accuracy had lowered against these bandits, with lance against axe, it was not smart for him to continue his attack.
However, here was a matter that was very important to him. A warrior was out there...s**t they can use bows...oh ********> Sure enough, he notched an arrow, aimed at his wyvern's heart. Well, chances of dodging it here were slim, however he would counter that. "UP RUBLEY!" With a massive force, his wyvern went up, taking the arrow in the leg, letting out a bellow, and Zeiss sent his javelin soaring at the warrior that shot at his wyvern. "You will die you b*****d."
-Couldn't think of anything else to do here...-
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 4:50 pm
The signal was given. The area that was once silent had suddenly bursted into a giant battleground. Oujay placed his hand on the rocks, he was hidden behind, and leaped over. He sighted a bandit standing in front of him, after he leaped over the rock, and quickly sprung into action. The bandit tried to swing his axe vertically at the mercenary, but he easily dodged it by stepping to the side. Not allowing the bandit to have any change to counter attack or recover, Oujay quickly charged at the bandit and stabbed his blade into him.
A cry was heard from behind. Oujay turned his head back to see a bandit charging at him while his blade was still in the first brigand he took out. He had to think quickly or else he could lose right now and he wasn't ready to die just yet. The blue haired swordsman ducked as a bandit tried to swing his axe at him while his sword was still in the first victim. The mercenary kicked away the bandit and pulled out his sword. As the other bandit was still struggling to regain his footing from the kick, Oujay had quickly sunk his blade into the bandit.
Another bandit was coming up to attack Oujay while he was still vulnerable. They didn't hesitate to attack and this time he did not have enough time to react and to dodge the brigand's attack. The brigand was going to swing at Oujay's back, but suddenly the axe curved a little bit and landed to the side of Oujay. Both the swordsman and the axeman were a bit confused of the phenomenon. As the mercenary pulled out his sword, he noticed that the sand was blowing around them and it was affecting the battle. There was music also being heard and it seemed to be corresponding with each other. He remembered that bard that traveled along with them and he concluded it must be his doing.
While the bandit was still acting a confused about how his axe missed, Oujay pulled out his sword and slashed at the confused bandit. The bandit quickly fell and dropped onto the sand. For the few seconds he was not attacked, he took the time to scan the battlefield. It was a bit harder to see with the sand flying around everyone, but it seemed like everyone was having the same trouble because of the sand. People were having harder time actually hitting the enemy with the small sandstorm. His short rest quickly ended as another bandit charged at him. The mercenary removed his blade that was resting on his shoulder and prepared for another fight.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:02 pm
And Ephraim started to kill s**t
Once Deborah has given the signal, Ephraim leaped out from behind the wall and kicked some random dude in the face before driving his head down into the sand/dirt/ground/ whatever. Point is, bandit got smacked in the face them face planted into the ground possibly spitting up dirt.
There was however the screaming of one person Ephraim did happen to notice.....That....guy...they left back then probably months ago. The lancer stared for a minute then slowly...raised to slap himself on the face before jabbing a bandit in the stomach who tried to come up and attack him from behind. He pulled his hood over his face more, covering any means of that dude recognizing him..especially in the midst of battle. Who knows what Ephraim would do to him, last he recalled, he punched Jaren in the face.
Ephraim continued to keep his distance from the green-haired boy..but keeping close to Deborah.
(( And back to work. Buttons, buttons, buttons @_@ ))
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:06 pm
 Oh yeah. Sunil was with the Learanian group. Yeah. sweatdrop
The first group went past, as the dark-skinned woman wanted it, and then they launched an attack on the second group. In beast form, Sunil leapt in, assisting the tiger in the killing spree.
Course, the fireballs coming from the ally mages just made this game a lot more dangerous. Aim away from him and the tiger, please? Kitty and Tiger no like fire.
It seemed like some of the bandits were trying to charge through the ambush to get to Pentheus. The tiger had already broken through and went after them. Oh? They were going to chase them, like one would chase after someone in a game of tag? How exciting! Sunil followed after the other Laguz. While the tiger cut off the bandits at the front, Sunil pounced from behind, taking down one of the bandits near the back of the small group. The blue cat kept two paws on the bandit's back, raising one of them to swipe down near the neck.
Tag. You're it, nya. 8D
With the sandstorm, vision was limited. And there was a lot of sand moving about. Chances were, the two Laguz would be affected just as much as these bandits. As it was, he could see Beorc-shaped outlines through the sand, and one faint tiger silhouette.
Sunil got off the body and began walking clockwise around the group, wondering who he should tag next.((Meh post is meh.))
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 7:34 am
 Rajin's ears leaned backward as he saw the bandits smirked while brandishing their weapons. They thought they could defeat him because he was outnumbered? HA! Numbers didn't scare him. It would take more than sheer number to defeat him.
But just as the tiger was about to pounce, he heard one of the bandits screamed. Looking up, he and the bandits saw a blue cat clawing the fallen bandit. What the hell? Where did that cat come from?
Before he could figure out what had happened, bandits started to attack. Damnit, this was getting annoying. Oh well, leave the mysterious logic behind. He had to beat up some small fries right now.
Rajin ran straight forward toward the middle bandit, avoiding the swing of the axe before pounced on him. As the tiger jerked the bandit's neck, his ears give a sudden twitch. There was music playing in the air. Where did the music come from? Hadn't the fool know it was dangerous to play music in this heat of battle?
Suddenly, his nose picked up the scent. The ground... The loose ground was starting to move. He could also feel the wind blowing against his fur. Something tell him that the weather of this land was about to change. When the weather was about to brew, animals would try to find shelter to hide themselves from the terrible change. However, there was a battle going on. So which one should he choose? Find a shelter from the storm or attack these bandits.
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Eh, the answer was simple to him. Kill these bloody bastards to dust for destroying the artifact.
Dropping the corpse down, the tiger turned around and aimed another bandit to his right. But just as he was about to pounce on the bandit, grains of sand fell into his eyes, causing him to miss his prey. Damnit! That stung a bit! How the hell could he kill these humans with sand flying everywhere?
As Rajin wiped the sands off his eyes with his paws, the bandit charged forth at him. Although his vision had become limited, his sense of hearing was good enough. He heard the stomping of the sand moving closer to him. Figuring out what was going to happen, the tiger tried to dodge, only to receive a graze from the axe on his side.
The tiger let out a roar of anger at the bandit. He couldn't let out a growl of pain toward his prey. That would show how weak he would be. He then tackled the said bandit, clawing the bandit across the face before sinking his teeth into the neck and jerked. Once the bandit's body went from jerking to motionless, Rajin tried to scan the area around.
It would be a little difficult to battle in the sandstorm, but he had to continue battling to stop these bastards from going into Pentheus. He hoped that the sandstorm would die so soon. He would hate trying to get sand off of his coat.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 11:40 am
 s**t! s**t! s**t! ******** s**t! SON OF AN a** ******** b***h s**t! s**t! s**t! ********! ********! ********! s**t! ******** GODDAMNIT! s**t! s**t! s**t! ********! ********! ********! c**k SUCKING s**t! s**t! ********! GODDAMNIT! s**t! This was NOT what he had ******** thought. This was not ******** going well. Everything according to Drake's plan was going deepshit!
First, they fell into a ******** ambush! Then his troop was being blocked by those ******** bastards! Next, some ******** idiot thought it was ******** good to play a ******** song. And now, a ******** sandstorm came out of ******** nowhere and ******** screwing them up! ********! This was just ******** s**t! And it was all because of that b***h's fault! (Of course, he didn't know it was also his fault for falling into a trap due to his ill-tempered emotions and not thinking rationally.) If Drake found out that half of his plan was ruined, his a** was going to get ******** screwed.
Just as he was about to pierce his blade toward the b***h's chest, the b***h managed to counter his attack by pushing the blade aside and was about to thrust toward his throat. Crap! He didn't have time to move backward. He was in her ******** range. Trying not to get killed, he diverted to the left, having nearly slitted by the spearhead's sharp ********! The b***h backed away from his second attack. He thought his quick sneak attack would have sliced her up. It was hard to see battling in the sandstorm, but those who lived in the desert knew full well how to survive. Ali narrowed his eyes to avoid having many grains of sand into his eyes. It may narrowed his vision, but that would do from being blinded.
The bandit suddenly heard a ferocious shout and saw a sudden movement moving against the sandy wind. <********> Ali thought. He didn't have enough time to move out of its reach so quickly. Trying to avoid the deadly blow, Ali took a step back and tried to block the spear's path with his blade. Though he managed to slow down the spear's speed, it was not enough to avoid its attack. The spear slashed its attack across his chest, making him stumbled backward and hiss in curse word. It was a light cut, but ******** would it stung once the sand touched his wound. Damnit! How could he fight so well in this ******** sandstorm with that ******** music playing?
Now that he took the time to think about it as he pulled his coat to cover his wound from the sandy wind, the sandstorm didn't appear until that music played? Could it be that this sandstorm was caused by that musician? If so, what power did that musician possessed to create a sandstorm? He thought that only magic users could conjure a storm. After all, they had that ******** wind tomes to create them.
"Quick! Find the conjurer and ******** kill him! It should end the sandstorm immediately!" Ali shouted to the bandits before he began to charge toward the b***h again, his sword facing downward. It was unknown whether they could hear him or not due to the sound of the music and the sandstorm. But even if they did, they were quite busy trying to take down their enemies.
Five of the thieves heard Ali's order. They used their cloaked to cover themselves, disappearing into the sandstorm before slitted their opponent's necks with their knives. Once they killed them, the thieves stormed off, looking for the conjurer who cast the spell among the sand. While they went to search for the caster, two thieves spotted a swordsman battling. This guy looked like a mercenary. Maybe he had something good to take. The first thief went head first toward the mercenary while the other went around. As the thief crashed his daggers against the mercenary's blade, the other thief went up behind the swordsman and pickpocketed his item. Whether it was gold or vulnerary, it was still good for the thief.
Thanked to Ganon's music, the archers would have to move closer in order to shoot their opponents. Due to the wind's speed and the direction the wind was blowing, the archers had to shoot it off-target if they were to kill their opponent. Sure the wind may knocked the course if shooting straight forward, but if taken advantage of the wind, they could still aim their targets. The archers just had to make sure that they were able to see their opponents and make sure that their opponents stayed still. The best way to attack the mages was when the mages cast their spell. As archer tried to shoot their targets, bandits continued marching toward the ruin. If they couldn't get close to kill the them, then they would have to destroy the ruin they were in. That would surely bring the roof down.
Meanwhile, the bandits continued trying to escape. The warrior's aim had missed the wyvern's heart, thanked to the wyvern's evasion and the sandstorm's wind knocking its course. It had hit the leg, but now enough to bring the wyvern down. The warrior pulled another arrow and shoot toward the wyvern's head. However, once he let go of the arrow, a javelin had pierced into his throat, causing him to fell down. Seeing that their comrade had fallen, two brigades drew out their handaxes and threw it at the wyvern rider. Their aim may be shorter than arrow's aim, but they were stronger once being hit.
On the other side, the bandits were busy trying to take down the beasts. It was difficult for them to attack. One being a quick one and the other with strong defense. While the bandits tried to attack them, a mage quickly conjured up a thunder and aimed toward the cat. It may not be the beast's weakness to kill, but it should be enough to take some damage.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 4:49 pm
A follow up arrow...s**t, that isn't good. So, higher into the air Zeiss went on Rubley, and soon after, two hand axes were tossed at him. Well, in times like this, it was time for some crazy stunts. In this case...a barrel roll in the air, to boost his evasion, and to redirect the direction of the hand axes a bit.
So, craziness aside, Zeiss pressed Z twice and executed the barrel roll very cleanly directed Rubley away from the hand axes, and started down to move out of their range, keeping an eye on the area they had moved.
Of course with the other bandits, Zeiss directed Rubley towards where they had been fleeing, and dropped down upon them with a javelin, luckily striking one through the throat...one less brigand for him to deal with. Keeping an ear open for movement in his area, he armed himself with another javelin, awaiting the next attack from the enemies.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 4:59 pm
Hmm...who would he tag next? There were so many to choose from... The tiger took down another bandit, and then the cat pounced again, knocking down another bandit.
Tag~ You're it, nya.
He then delivered a fatal strike to the neck, clawing out the throat. Sunil jumped back quickly, evading a swing that would have certainly done some damage.
As he landed, a bolt of thunder struck him. His front legs buckled. Fire, very bad. Thunder, almost as bad. Thunder could cause fires, after all.
Ack! His beautiful fur coat was ruined! Waaaaah! He had spent so much time taking care of it, only to have some b*****d cause it to be all frizzy!
He got back to his feet, shaking off the tingly feeling as best as he could. Did this mage want to join in their game of tag? Oh goody. He'll get tagged so hard they wouldn't be able to recognize the body when he was done, as punishment for messing up his fur.
Now where was the b*****d? He snarled as he used his hearing and sense of smell (both weakened slightly due to the sand and thunder) to locate the mage.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 7:53 pm
After striking down another bandit, Oujay was finally met with a different enemy. Though the sand was making it very hard to see the cloaked figure, the gleam from the dagger getting closer to him allowed him to figure out that it was a thief. He prepared his sword for a block. The thief lunged at the mercenary and their blades clashed. The thief's dagger was easily parried and Oujay kicked at the thief, but the enemy quickly jumped backwards to dodge it. The thief charged another time as him, forcing him to block the dagger once again.
What is this? While the blue haired boy was dealing with a thief, he begun to feel a hand around his pants and going into his pockets. It was not the most pleasant thing you could feel. Oujay began to feel a little awkward and so he turned his head to see what the heck could it possibly be that was touching him from behind. He turned to see another thief pulling out an item from his pocket.
Great. Another thief what was just what he needed. Dealing with one was already troublesome for him and now this. Not only that he now had to get back whatever the thief took from him. Oujay wasn't able to identify what he took from him because of the lack of vision caused by the sand storm. Either way he wanted to get back what was rightfully his.
"You're going to give that back," he thought as he pushed the thief in front of him back. He kicked the thief that had pick pocketed him from behind, causing the thief to fall onto the sand. The first thief was already charging again at Oujay. he wanted to get his stuff back, but it looks like he'll have to take care of this thief first. The thief charged at him again, but this time Oujay pivoted off of his left foot and the thief went right past him as he dodged the attack. The mercenary was now behind the thief and was soon silenced by Oujay's blade
The body of the thief fell to the ground and revealed the other thief already making a break for it with Oujay's stuff. The thief had already made quite a distance and he was not going to catch up now. He looked down and saw the dagger that the other thief was just using stuck in the sand. A light bulb flickered in his head as he got an idea. He picked up the dagger and was planning on throwing it at the running thief.
Oujay got ready to throw the dagger at the thief, but as he was throwing the dagger, he tripped over the dead body of the other thief causing him to fall and threw the dagger off course. However, luck was on his side at the moment because the sand storm caused the dagger to curve back towards it's original path and strike the thief in the back.
The mercenary had his head lifted and saw the whole thing happen and was quite a bit shocked. "What are the odds" was going through his head as he got back onto his feet. he quickly ran to the spot where the thief fell and checked his hands to see what it had. Turns out that the thief had taken his pants his vulnerary. That was a bit anticlimatic. He did all that cool stuff just to get back some healing item.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 8:20 pm
It took a moment for Lugh to catch up to the group. After getting yelled at by Rei for nearly getting them both killed, hurt, whatever..then smacked over the head for secretly following the druid..well....lets just say there was plenty of crying from the younger twin. Lugh was not happy..that smack on the head still hurt. Rei didn't have to hit so hard geez!
In fact, Lugh arrived just in time for the one in charge to spring the trap..or at least...the after math of it all. He was a bit confused, but joined in on the fight anyways but more from a distant.
The Elwind tome in his hand popped open as a finger ran across the words on the pages. Lugh closed his eyes for a moment, reciting the sentence he just saw a moment ago. Once he opened his eyes, the sage turned a 180 degrees, right arm raised then dropped down at a angle.
He aimed at a certain spot where it would attack one or two bandits at once. A small tornado shot them up in the air and as they were falling, a wind blade intersected near the center. Due to some unknown reason, one of the blades hit the first falling bandit..however, it missed the second.
Preposterous! Lugh almost never missed! Well unless there was something distracting in front of him HEY! WHAT WAS GOING ON??
Lugh pouted, then smacked the bandit he missed over the head hard with the staff he had with him. First Tome to the head, then Staff to the head. What's next? Boot to the head?
.....possibly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 8:45 pm
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • The man had been inured and the pain impulse would soon enough be upon him. Then again, his anger could be strong enough to have him persevere through the pain. That would help him, but only for so long.
Deborah watched him charge after shouting and took careful note of the position of the blade. It was facing down, meaning that it would be swung upward. She was getting fairly tired of the man's mental state causing him to fight at half the skill. It was time to end things.
As the man charged at her, she jumped to the side suddenly, allowing him to begin passing by. With the man's side facing Deborah, she thrust the spear to pierce under the ribs. However, a bandit intervened by jumping in the way and blocked the spearhead with the flat side of the axe's blade. The force of Deborah's attack cause the bandit to fall back into the black man and made the woman growl with a newly found irritation.
Before Deborah could strike at the toppled bandits, another brigand came at her and drew her attention. She had to be careful when dealing with axes, or else her enemy would end up hacking her weapon in half. Fortunately, the Learanian captain was not alone on the battlefield. Ephraim had quickly gone over near her, since more of the enemies had collected in that area. Deborah was only one person, she couldn't take them all on by herself, especially when the leader seemed to have it out for her. And some of the other soldiers were fighting too, which made things easier. In fact, the bandit numbers were dwindling down quite nicely and it seemed that Learanian was winning.
A bandit fell down the ground, blood spilling out of him, then Ephraim turned to see Deborah's enemy recovering from being knocked into by one of his own men. And Deborah was having to deal with other enemies! Ephraim knew he had to help.
The lancer arrived right as the brigand had gotten to his feet and took him by surprise with a stab into his gut. Ephraim quickly removed the lance and spun around, swinging it at the dark-skinned bandit. "Fight someone else for a change!!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 1:03 pm
While the kitty was busy playing tag with the bandits, Rajin was busy trying to catch those that try to fled to Pentheus. It was hard to see the bandits in the sandstorm. It was like trying to watch a good show through a blurry, fizzy television reception, even though that didn't exist in this time of period. Catching their sweaty scent was also hard too, considering how it was mixed so well in the sandy wind. The only sense he could rely on was his sense of hearing. But even sound could be carry in the wind too.
Relying on his instincts, the tiger sprang forth. As he ran, he spotted a movement up close to his right. It must be a bandit. Moving in close, Rajin pounced on the bandit and sank his teeth to the neck. But once he let go of the corpses, he felt a heavy weight on top of him. His ears gave a twitch when he heard the weapon being sheathed.
Hell no, you're not! Rajin thought as he bucked hard like a mad bronco. There was no way he was going to let that b*****d stabbed him behind. Any vital parts of of his body could easily crippled him. He could feel the b*****d was trying to hold onto him by gabbing his fur. However, the tiger wasn't going to let this human ride on him.
But just as he had managed to get the guy off of him, he felt a cold, sharp jab near his shoulderblade. Rajin let out an anguish roar. Damnit! That hurt like hell! Now that b*****d was going to pay for it! This was even worse than the broken artifact.
Placing his injured leg on the b*****d while his strong leg was used as support, Rajin let out an angry roar before tearing the guy to pieces. A painful scream was made, but was unheard due to the wind.
Once the b*****d was dead and beyond recognition, Rajin inverted to his humanoid form. Reaching the weapon behind his back, he hissed in pain as he pulled out the knife. Damnit! That was painful. Now he was unable to fight in his true form. It looked like he had to battle in beorc style. But could bare fists and legs be enough against armed weapons, especially being injured? Guess he had to figure out once it happened.
The number of bandit troop was dropping fast. Despite the battling or escaping, the Learanians had continued cutting down their troops.
While one brigade fell to his death with the javelin stuck to his throat, the other brigade threw the handaxe at the wyvern rider again. If only there was a way to get that fool to come closer, then they would be able to jump on him. After all, he should be running out of javelin soon.
Horray! The mage had struck the cat with his spell. Now to cast another spell. But before the mage could chant, the wind caused by the bard cut the mage's side, arms, and face. Blood was streaming out from the cuts, but it was not too much. The cuts were light due to his resistance of magic, but it did sting him. Not letting the cuts bother him, he continued to chant. If only he had bothered tending his wounds instead of continuing attacked. Otherwise, the smell of the blood would be his doom.
While the mercenary was busy checking to see what the thief had stole from him, a brigade decided to give a sneak attack from behind. Surely the mercenary didn't see that coming.
After receiving a hard smack from the staff, the bandit fell down and was out cold. Foam was foaming out of his mouth. Who would have thought that the Sage had that much strength? Seeing a comrade had fallen, the bandits charged forth at him.
As Ali ran toward the b***h to slice her up in half, she dodged him again. Damnit! Why couldn't that b***h die?! Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a spear aiming toward his side.
s**t! That was just ******** bad. He was still in her range. Either he would continue running or turn his body around to block her attack, he did not have enough time.
Before he could react, a bandit who had finished killing his opponent came to his rescue and blocked her attack. Whether it was a miracle or not, it seemed that luck was on his side. Unfortunately, due to the force of the b***h's strength, she knocked the bandit to cause both him and Ali to fall.
"Damnit! Get off of me!" Ali shouted as he shoved the bandit. He still had a score to settle with the b***h. But before he could get up, the same bandit fell to the ground. This time, he saw blood streaming out from the body as well as the wound made in his chest. Angry, Ali grabbed his sword and got up, only to see a newcomer in his path attacking. Ali raised his sword to block the newcomer's attack. Behind that idiot, he could see his men attacking that b***h.
What was this? That fool was challenging him to fight him instead? Ali's eyebrow twitched as veins popped out from his neck.
"Yo ******** fool! Don't yo stick yer nose into mah business!" Ali shouted at the newcomer as he kicked him in the stomach. To make sure that the fool didn't recover quickly, he charged toward him and launched three slash attacks, one toward his stomach, one for his right leg, and one for his left arm. If he managed to beat this s**t up, then he would be able to go back to his fight.
Meanwhile, while the bandit tried to attack Deborah on the front, the other decided to attack her from the back. His buddy should keep that woman occupied up front. As the bandit tried to chop her down from upward position, the other swung his Devil Axe behind her back. If luck was on her side, maybe the cursed axe would turn on him.
But even if the bandits continued battling, their number was going down. Escaping was useless to them since their paths were blocked. They would need a miracle to help turn the tides around.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 10:42 am
"C-... Costume?" Ganon blinked (winked?), subtly shifting his music, and the sandstorm died down, returning visibility to the troops as invisible blades began to whip through the air, cutting down any bandits that came near. "Jaren," he sighed, "I don't want to tell you again, this isn't a costume. It's my real skin. And what do you mean, we invaded Sentria?" He stepped forward a few paces.
"All we did was send a small force in to recover a kidnapped little girl. How do you not remember this? Vika, and Razevi? Took Alihi's daughter from the party, we chased her into Sentria?" He rubbed the bridge of his nose with the tip of his tail. "And that fat guy captured Ninian and we had to go save her. There was no invasion. We wouldn't have bothered those bandits at all except for self-defense. And I guess nobody noticed you didn't leave with us because, uh... you wore a damn cow suit the whole way there." He rolled his eye.
"Look, whatever's going on with you, you're acting like a moron. People in Eyris have been lookin' for you, myself included." He smirked a bit. "Come on, 'Hero', we could use a hand with this war."
He plucked a few more notes, and his guitar split in half where the neck met the body, changing length, altering weight and size, the strings twisting together into a long chain, the neck sprouting a scythe blade, the body becoming a small weight, and Ganon began to whip the chain in a tight circle, holding most of it coiled in his left hand with the blade. "Now help me take care of some of these bandits, yeah? I got a lady back home and I wanna keep the war front out here."
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