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 Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 4:44 pm
 →→→→→→The hands I'd kept clean→→→→→→Now look dirty→→→→→→Before I can doubt my memories→→→→→→My memories are doubting me...It certainly sucked a** to have to fight like this because of a surprise, but it was still kind of fun! Flames were roaring to one side of her--probably that Fire Dragon guy, he sure was handy in a huge fight like this--but Annis busied herself with the bandits before her, giving a nice swipe to the back of the man she'd initially targeted to ensure that he would be down for the count before lunging towards another one that was running towards Abel, knives glinting in the firelight.
There was a sudden collision with her back, and Annis very nearly avoided damage to her wings as she hit the ground. "Ow, goddammit, get off!" she yelled, thrashing. The bandit was damn heavy, and he was pressing pretty damn hard onto her ankle, like he intended on breaking it. Like hell!
His weight shifted just slightly in order to press harder upon her ankle. Annis took the opportunity to whip her body around under him, slashing her knife through his neck. It kind of resulted in getting blood sprayed across her front and her ankle still felt pretty damn well injured, but hey, he was dead, wasn't he? I think that sword of his was too close to my side, too... dammit, ow! Annis started to pull herself up and out from under the dead body, muttering under her breath.
Thud.
Annis stared at the arrow protruding from the dead bandit's back with wide eyes. "Holy s**t," she breathed, looking up and around her. She could barely see them, especially in this dimming light--thank goodness for the fires!--but there were archers. Archers everywhere.
Well, this really made things more difficult. ******** pulled herself up with a bit of difficulty, dodging behind a tree and letting the arrow-studded body hit the ground. Her ankle definitely was hurt; Annis was wincing as she put pressure on it. It wasn't broken, though, and she gripped her knives in both hands as she peered out towards the fighting, trying to take stock of what was going on.
"Arrows everywhere, bandits coming out of nowhere, who knows how many there are, and Rogvald... can't be seen. Greeeeeat." Annis sighed, rotating her foot a little to try to loosen the muscles in her ankle to ease the pain. It didn't work.
"Guess I'll have to try to stay on the ground, then!" Annis sighed, then gathered herself again. She tried not to pay attention to the bandit that the red-haired kid had blinded landing face-first on the ground, dead (Wow, who knew a kid like that could be so dark about all this?) before leaping into the fray.
Literally, she leaped into the fray: a bandit approaching Ephraim from behind yelled in surprise as Annis' body crashed into his, her knives digging deep into his back. "You're welcome!" Annis shouted over the roar of battle, grinning in Ephraim's direction.  We're mirrors, both of us←←←←←←
Reflecting each other's karma←←←←←←
Our dirty hands will touch←←←←←←
And we'll know its shape...←←←←←←
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 4:49 pm
At the meeting in the FEFGA house, Sue was wondering, for a long time, where she should be headed. One group was going to save her father, and she was very tempted to join them, but then... something struck her consciousness. Rath would not want her to resort to violence to save him: if this meeting of theirs could resolve things peacefully, then that was the right path to take, one with the least bloodshed. "And I won't let either the King or his adviser leave until they agree to release my Father." The Nomad Trooper thought with conviction.
She widened her eyes when she saw the snake of a man there alone, informing the Resistance that this was, of course, a trap. It figures. Just when she thought King James was here to listen to reason (and maybe he would, if his adviser wasn't running everything behind the scenes), it turned out to be a bandit ambush. With her Silver Sword, Miugre, and even her preferred Short Bow left behind in the castle when Sue was kicked out by Rogvold, she had to settle with drawing an iron sword against the bandits that came to attack. "Come." Sue muttered.
One brigand accepted her invitation, charging head first and hoping to cleave her (and her horse) with a pole axe. Maneuvering Andre carefully, Sue and her steed both evaded the strike, and the Nomad Trooper quickly struck the pole axe wielder in the back without mercy or hesitation. She would not fall here, never. "I will not rest until I find my father and learn the truth!"
Flicking the blood off her sword, Sue readied it for another strike. Her allies she recognized: FD, General Roy, Lord Ephraim, Abel and Oujay seemed to be holding their own well, she observed. Sue would keep an eye out for herself and the rest of them, if they were to get through this, and achieve the objective that mattered the most: to save Eyris from Rogvold's tyranny. They could complete that mission. They had to. "Everyone, let's rout them as quickly as possible! We shall not let them stop us!" The Sacaen shouted, giving a battle cry to all her friends. {All allies of Sue get (+5) on all their stats. 8D *shot*} Leon had been at the meeting as well. He nodded at some of the schemes, and was thinking about how some of them weren't going to work as well. Still, here he was, following those whom were going to make "negotiations" with this adviser. He just had a terrible feeling that the speakers would need some kind of strong escort for the meeting, because there was just bound to be deception and trickery afoot. Surely enough, it happened. Luckily, he'd been armed by a certain vendor, with mercenary-grade armor and iron weapons (a sword, lance, and axe respectively) just in case negotiations became hostile, so it wasn't like he was unprepared.
It was ridiculous though, the old goat decided it would be funny to send the bandits on the Resistance, despite not all of them even participating in the "disguised as bandits" rescue mission. Fantastic. "Wha' a snake!" He shouted, speaking his thoughts of a certain adviser out loud. Oh well, not everything was a loss. After not seeing combat since his mission in Sires (and now, wondering how Lady Ayra was doing in the midst of all this), Leon raised his iron axe and swung it at the nearest ambushing brigand. His strike had come down fast and brutally, not giving the enemy a chance to react.
In the midst of conflict, the ex-watch member saw a few familiar faces. One in particular caught his eye. "Oy, Rahkain! ... sorry it's gotta be a battlefield that lets us meet again, but it's good to see ya, regardless! ... we're gonna show 'em what we're made of, eh?" The Great Knight said, grinning. At least in this ambush, he had a friend alongside him. He hadn't lost everything with his rank after all.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 5:03 pm
Ignis Draconis sum. Thema fabulae, thema apologi.c** igne sacrō, Flametongue, (prō amicīs pugnō) prō pace volō. Miliibus annīs supervivē, cicatricēs temporis possideō.
Mirate corpus meum, pinnās meās, ignem meum! Fire Dragon  The bandits of the forest were quite wisely staying away from the Fire Dragon for the time being. That being the case, FD looked to see what had become of Rogvald since firing a Flametongue at him. By the looks of it, he was no longer there, but there was no corpse, nor ashes to indicate the hit had connected and killed. Sure enough, moments later, that conniving b*****d could be heard (by those with the hearing for it) giving orders from an even higher point on the mountain to Archers to bust out the poison arrows, and sure enough they begin to fly down towards the Resistance group.
As it was, FD wasn’t getting much action where he was since the bandits were avoiding him, and he’d be encroaching on his companions were he to go after those in combat with them. But very few present were capable of taking out the Archers from the mountains. There was himself and Annis (who was much more vulnerable to arrows, he figured), so FD put it upon himself to deal with their foes on the mountain. It would distance him from the forest too, which would allow him to breathe Flametongue much more easily without worry of setting the forest ablaze).
So the Fire Dragon ascended into the sky, upwards along the mountain after the Archers trying to hide in its darkness. Indeed, they were more difficult to locate than they would be in daylight, but once he found one, things became much easier. The Fire Dragon unleashed a wide blast of Flametongue on the first, to have the flames, rather than point out the position of those below, illuminate where more Archers were for himself and others to see thanks to the distance and elevation. And with that, he went to work burning more and more of them to cinders, licking the mountain left and right with his mighty Flametongue! Would he get hit in the process? Probably, yeah. He was advertising himself in the process of incinerating them. But the external damage would be laughable and the poison... would have to be dealt with later. He'd be able to put up with it better than most, at any rate.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 5:26 pm
 Let the moonlight sign post shine through the clouds to me
____and show me which road to take
______No matter how close to breaking I am today.... I'll re-awaken the distant memory of that day______
So don't forget, keep it carved in your heart. -Ephraim- Behind him was the bandit that Ephraim had so gracefully landed on. He was getting up and really, by the time he could even focus his attention as to what just happened, a fist came crashing into his forehead before the poor guy went falling down the hill, following his friend in which Ciela had managed to finish off in less then a second. There was no time to rest of course, once those three had been taken care of more seemed to have approached. Ephraim raised his spear ready to strike back, however something around him caught his attention. The light was...fading? Are you joking!? Had that much time passed that night was coming? The spear head came in contact with his opponent's skull before everything went dark. He could barely make out what was in front of him to begin with. Ephraim could barely fight without having to see, but in a situation like this was near impossible! He was still slightly wounded from his last battle which didn't heal properly yet. What to do...there were too many sounds all around for that trick to work, it'd be pointless for him to try...he was practically fighting blind here! He took a step back and just then, felt something fly past his ear with a slight shrieking sound. An arrow? No...not just regular arrows....they wouldn't! Then again, this was the advisor and bandits he was talking about, hired to kill the resistance. It was likely he would stoop so low to use poison! He was too caught up in his thoughts..a little too busy planning ahead that he didn't realize a bandit approachign him from behind until the sound of him screaming flew across the ground. "You're welcome!"Ephraim looked to where the sound was and barely made out a pair of black wings followed by a slight shimmering light reflected off her daggers. He could help but give her a thumbs up, not caring if she was able to see it or not. Now was not the time to panic, the only thing he could do was focus on what will come in front of him while trying to dodge the unseen arrows. Archers were probably given that disadvantage as well, so there was no way they could aim properly. This bandit was ugly and huge and grrrrr out of the way! The white and gray wolf growled, snarling at him to move out of her way. He did not comply of course. He did however, have a horrified look on his face. Ciela cocked her head to the side before turning around to see what this stupid human was gawking at, only to see a very....attractive..yet large..wolf. She stopped growling for a moment just to stare at the male wolf like any female would to a hottie guy they saw on the streets. Now wasn't the time to be staring! The white wolf blinked, then shook her head, getting herself back to reality before the human in front of her attempted to attack said other wolf. Hey now! Ciela leaped forward, her jaw aimed straight at the arm that was holding the axe and bit down on it. The bandit let out a loud cry as he tried to shake her off and when he did, his arm was missing a few flesh and several scratches could be noted. She took on a defensive position, the blood dripping down from the flesh skin that remained in her mouth before she let it drop to the ground with a soft 'plop'. Disgusting right? Yea, try having an arm with your muscle showing and still able to move it, barely but it was painful. ((Let me know if I need to correct something :I I got a bit confused half-way )) ________ So don't give up, don't stop being strong in life
__________Even when you're so sad that you can't go on  The wind will blow on us_________
Who worried and walked together___
no matter where we go
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 5:45 pm
Adel "Grave" Yuoin Grave had not actually noticed the female wolf right away during his attack on the bandit who had clearly been more than surprised at the sight of Grave attacking him. Grave had been a bit busy dealing with the second bandit who had clearly been determined to hack him to pieces. Grave, however, was not amused by that thought and had chosen to jump back from the bandit as he debated charging him. Before Grave could form a plan to do so logically against the wild swings of the bandit, a smaller white and grey wolf suddenly attack the bandits arm. Grave's ears perked up at this with surprise before that was gone quickly as the female wolf tore at the bandits ax wielding arm. The bandit clearly paused at this in a good deal of pain after having a good deal of skin ripped from his arm, and that gave Grave the chance he needed.
Grave lunged forward, slamming into the bandits chest taking him down by force. Grave's teeth dung into the bandits neck, ending what might have been a painful experience for the bandit. Grave moved off the body, blood dripping from his teeth to the ground as he glanced over at the wolf. The glance from Grave was about all he could do though as they were still in a battle field. Sure, Grave wasn't used to so many people fighting at once but he wasn't so ignorant as to not stay focused on his surroundings. Grave let out a howl as two bandits approached him. The howl was actually functioning as a bit of a moral function. He was trying to worry the two bandits. Grave had a feeling that a giant wolf howling was definitely cause some serious second thoughts about attacking.
Grave's ears suddenly perked up at the sound of arrows twanging. It was just then that Grave realized the voice he had heard giving orders not long ago had been Rogvald. What had he said? Poison? That wasn't good. Grave glanced back at the grey and white wolf behind him as he slowly backed up from the two bandits approaching from his front. Sure it wasn't a good idea to back away from the two bandits, however standing in the light of fires so that archers could hit him where not in his best interest. As things were, it was much smarter to back up at least slightly into the shadows of the trees so as to avoid being able to be targeted by the archers. He could only hope that the female wolf that had chosen to aid him thought logically enough to realize this. Grave could not be sure she had the intelligence for this though, as for all he knew she was just a normal wolf.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 5:56 pm
The mercenary looked at his sword after the bandit fell to his blade. It was not in good condition at all. Oujay is expecting the blade to break in the next clash of weapons. He also blinked for a moment as their sights were beginning to lessen. He did not have a torch on him and at this rate they would be fighting in the dark without torches.
A sudden break of a branch was heard right behind him. That only meant one thing, someone was behind him. Oujay quickly turned around to see an Axe swinging down right towards him. With a desperate attempt, he managed to block the attack. However, he felt the sword cave in a little. This was it. This was last of what his sword could actually handle. At this rate he would die as his sword breaks. But he wasn't going to let that happen.
Oujay kicked back the bandit and took a couple steps back himself as he made some room between them. He looked at his sword that he held in one hand. This was goodbye for this iron sword. He tossed the sword at the bandit, expecting the bandit to dodge the blade with ease. While the sword flew past the bandit, Oujay charged at the brigand with his new iron sword ready in his hands.
The bandit, just like any of the others, couldn't react fast enough at the incoming blade. As he raised his axe to defend himself, the iron sword was already past the axe and into the chest of the wood bandit. The bandit dropped his axe and fell onto his knees, but still somehow clinging onto life a little bit as he coughed and gagged out blood.
Suddenly something zipped by in between Oujay and the barely alive bandit. Oujay heard another one zip by, but this time it hit the bandit that was right in front of him in the neck. The bandit screamed and fell to the floor with no more life in him. This was not good at all. Archers were shooting at them. Poison or not, he was not sure, but he did not want to find out and get hit by one. He would have to find some sort of cover from the arrows, but seeing as the sun was nearly gone, both sides were at a disadvantage.
The archers will need to be taken care of. But where were the arrows coming from? Suddenly in the distance flames lit up showing figures in the distance that looked like archers. It seems as someone was already in the process of taking care of them. It was just one less thing they had to worry about now. Oujay's mind focused back onto the battlefield and he charged at the next enemy he saw.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:05 pm
 So uh, Blythe had been hired by the Resistance (Roy specifically, the writer thinks... it's a confusing situation) to accompany the group to the meeting with Rogvald and James to provide healing support should this encounter turn out to be a trap. Really, it was an awkward situation for the Troubadour. On one hand, he wouldn't be getting paid if his services weren't necessary. But on the other, if this meeting was a trap, he had no idea what to expect (and after his last battle, he’d learned he definitely wasn’t a fan of combat in general). Still, he was sympathetic to their cause, and was hoping the new laws he’d heard of would be revoked so he could continue to travel throughout Learania. Otherwise, off to Adliana he would go.
So which was it going to be? A trap, course! And this Rogvald guy hadn’t only double crossed them, he was working with bandits (and what is it with people in this country and bandits, he wondered. One group imitates them, another hires them)! Yeah… Blythe definitely wanted to leave this country as soon as possible; not only were they not ruled by regular people (like he had been told when first arriving in this world) but by a bratty, self-entitled king, but this kingdom had its officials work with bandits! He was getting tired of it all. But before he could leave Learania behind, he had a job to complete – and Blythe was, if anything, a man of his word. And if they were to be dealing with real bandits, he was more than happy to assist the Resistance. Nothing to motivate someone to do their best like a hatred for bandits.
As the bandits were began emerging from the forest, Blythe maneuvered Cesario out of where he was hiding to prevent being attacked from behind. He was confused as to where he should position himself to heal whoever he needed to, but he quickly recognized Leon burst into the clearing on his own steed to attack a bandit. Finally, a familiar face! Blythe didn’t know anyone very well, but Leon was the only person present who had also been in Sires, so there was something of a feeling of solidarity towards the Great Knight. Blythe knew he’d be able to protect the Troubadour, and since they were both mounted, he’d be able to keep up with him if they had to maneuver around, so near the Great Knight he went.
There was another unkept man on foot with both a sword and a bow nearby, too, so hopefully Blythe wouldn’t have to worry about being attacked. Now for the healing!
This was also the first time he'd seen Laguz actually transform, though. And between the extremely intimidating dragons and the girl with raven wings, he was semi-distracted at how amazing what they could do was. But he didn't allow himself to lose focus for more than a moment for the moment. This is foremost a battle, so he can deal with that later.
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 11:08 am
Rahkain had finished with another bandit as he heard a voice from nearby. "Ah, Leon!" He said, grinning as well and shouted back to him over the sounds of violence.
"Whatcha talking about? It's great that we're meeting on a battlefield. At least we're on the same side! This is fun! Just think, when we're through with these guys, you'll have your chance at FrogBall!"
He came closer to Leon, stepping over a body or two then ducking a poison arrow. "If you'd watch my back, I could shoot a few arrows of my own."
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 4:29 pm
There were still way too many Learanians. Even despite their numbers, they weren't dying. At all. What was up with that? Usually when they had superior numbers, the enemies freaked out and fought worse, but it only seemed to make these guys try harder. Learanians are freaks.
The bandit aiming for Rahkain couldn't help but snarl as his attack just barely missed. The man with the stubble clearly was quicker on his feet than he'd seem. Even with his ragged clothing, tangled hair, and stubble, he was a bigger force to be reckoned with than he'd previously believed. So much for first impressions. The bandit swung his axe towards the man's shoulder, and though the initial slash barely missed, only cutting through clothing, the stab to the side elicited a cry of pain, especially as the blade was ripped violently out of his flesh. He stumbled a few paces, groaned, and collapsed to the ground, his blood staining the grass crushed below him.
The partially-blinded bandit facing off against the redhead almost couldn't believe what was happening before him. The boy couldn't be more than, what, fifteen? Sixteen years old? And he was grinning at him as he approached! ******** grinning like he enjoyed taking his eye! And holy ******** he intended on cutting the other one out. The bandit tried to hide how unnerved he had become, dodging the first swing and aiming one in return towards Roy's chest. Before he could see if the attack connected, he screamed in pain at the loss of his second eye, blood spraying out towards Roy's face. Then there was a deep, piercing pain, and then nothing. The bandit fell heavily against Roy's sword, dead, threatening to drag him down to the ground with his greater weight.
There were arrows flying as the bandits continued to fight. It seemed like their employer didn't even give a crap as to whether or not those arrows hit only the resistance members, as a couple of bandits were gashed or pierced with their poisoned arrows, slowly growing lethargic and pained as the poison took effect in their systems.
 "Oi, morons! Keep fightin' if you expect t'get anythin' outta this!" The warrior with the blood-stained blade faced off against Abel, grinning. The firelight was more than enough to allow him to see where that jumpy little kid was, and the flickering shadows cast his grin into an almost insane light. "So, y'think y'can face offa'gainst me? D'ye even know who I am? I'm Radboud the Merciless!" He cackled, getting a better grip on his sword as his opponent startled at the sudden arrow slinging past, and as Abel swung, Radboud responded by lifting his own sword and locking him in a parry. He grinned again, pushing hard against the boy's sword, aiming to make him stumble. "Come on, boy! You can't be this weak! I want to see you struggle before I make you bleed!"
The bandit that was sneaking up on Ephraim felt so clever. He could take out this guy without any problems whatsoever, and it'd only make the battle that much easier! He grinned, lifting his sword and began to swing. Then there was a sudden crash, he screamed, and her knives sank into his flesh. He struggled momentarily, trying to throw off the new weight, but an abrupt pain to the back of his neck sent him into darkness. His scream was enough to notify the archers, however, of the presence of resistance members, and this left the warriors there to dodge even more arrows.
And now they had reinforcements. Reinforcements. Now that just wasn't fair. The brigand the green-haired one didn't even have a chance, his swing missing by a mile before the sword plunging into his back killed him. Another bandit, however, had seen the entire thing, and while she foolishly took time to shout to her group, he leaped out of a tree and towards her back, sword ready for stabbing.
Her friend with the black horse was just as threatening as anyone else, dealing a heavy blow to his left arm. Red blood splattered across his chest and the ground as he shifted the grasp of his axe to his other hand. Goddamn little pansy! He rushed at the brown-haired soldier, taking the opportunity of him addressing his friend to swing his axe at his horse. If he got the warrior off of his horse, then he would be that much easier to fell.
The bandits were still not paying much attention to the gigantic Fire Dragon. Even if he was pretty damn dangerous, if they stuck to the woods, they'd be less likely to be targeted. He couldn't set the entire forest ablaze, after all. Besides, even as he got rid of those archers, he was easily getting peppered with arrows. Eventually the poison would take him down.
A few men were starting to focus on Ephraim and his wolf pet, as well as that second wolf that was giving them so much trouble. One aimed at Ephraim's abdomen, intending on driving him backwards until he was trapped against a cluster of trees, while the second fended off the white wolf. He broke a branch off of a tree nearby, catching the end ablaze and sweeping it in Ciela's direction. His other hand gripped his sword, swinging towards her face. The last imitated his buddy, trying to scare the larger wolf back into a better position for attacking with a flaming torch.
The bandit intending on pushing back Grave was definitely surprised when he saw a blue-haired guy running at him. What a role-reversal. "Get back, dammit!" he shouted. He swept the flames towards Oujay's face as he began to draw near, then swung his sword at the boy's face and chest when he realized he wasn't slowing down. This was probably going to open him up to the damn wolf, but he was trapped now either way. Might as well go down swinging.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 2:25 pm
Okay, that was one bandi-- Oh crap! Roy failed to pull the sword out fast enough and was now struggling to hold up the slain bandit, who threatened to drop the young lord to the ground. No, he wasn't going to be brought down like this! The redhead turned his hips slightly, his right leg sliding back before stopping to serve as a support. He then pressed the side of his right arm against the corpse's chest, pulling his left hand back to draw the sword out of his heart.
He heard arrows whizzing through the air, a few dull thuds near him. Seemed like one or two struck the bandit that was before him. Hah. Even in death, the brigand proved useful as a meatshield. Good thing he was a tad bit shorter than the dead man. Though...if they were using arrows, Roy wouldn't put it past Rogvald to skimp out on the poison, since that seemed like a tactic he'd pull if he wanted to erase someone. His Uncle was a fairly large target. The young lord could only hope Hikaru was managing.
With a sickening squelch and a spurt of blood from the wound, the iron sword was drawn from the man's chest and the boy put his back into it to shrug the heavy meatshield out of his way, the corpse serving its purpose. The crimson-stained blade glistened in the flames as the boy's blue eyes quickly scanned the scene. With a flick of his wrist, the sword was cleaned as most of the blood originally on the weapon splattered onto the grass. He wasn't given much time to look though, as he caught sight of a pair of bandits charging for him.
Well, so much for finding someone to back-up. He ran towards the duo, wanting to finish this as soon as possible with the fewest number of casualties possible.
((Leaving bandit equipment up to FS.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 4:09 pm
Let the moonlight sign post shine through the clouds to me
____and show me which road to take
______No matter how close to breaking I am today.... I'll re-awaken the distant memory of that day______
So don't forget, keep it carved in your heart. -Ephraim- This night vision was ridiculous. Ephraim couldn't see a damn thing and the only thing keeping him sane was probably the fact that he wasn't the only one who was suffering from this disadvantage. He took a step back, trying to gather what was around him. There was someone near by. Ephraim couldn't quite make out who ...was it one of his allies? Before he could answer that question, a torch lit up to his left as he spotted one go for his wolf. The one in front was too late for him to react quick enough to dodge his attack. A fist, or the hilt of a blade, base of an axe, whatever, it was too dim for the lancer to make out just what he had been hit by, never the less, a slight 'Oof' escaped his lips followed by groan of frusteration and pain. He didn't have time to recover however, Ephraim gasped his gut and quickly leaped back as the axe came flying toward his head. Relentless little b*****d wasn't he? A few seconds to recover, that's all that the lancer was granted before he was able to strike back. The axe came flying at him once more and this time Ephraim was capable of deflecting the object. His spear came up to block the axe, causing a small spark from the two to occur followed by several arrows he was able to spot and dodge thanks to the torch light. The lancer grinded his heel into the dirt before making a quick dash toward his opponent. With little light he was given, Ephraim was at least capable of locating where his enemy was. He swung in a vertical direction upwards, causing the bandit to have both arms fly upwards as he deflected the spear. Ephraim then brought his weapon to his shoulder level and pierced him just a little below the rib cage. Pulling back his iron great lance, Ephraim stepped back, watching as his opponent stumbled backwards. Ciela yelped as the torch came flying at her and jumped back. That's hot you know! It didn't help her or her ears that arrows were flying left and right. Their scent wasn't that difficult to pick up, but the stench and burn from the poison that each arrow carried wasn't exactly very kind to her canine nose. She sneezed several times, hoping to at least catch the owner's smell among it. It was faint and if she could locate where they were...wait, even if she could, there's no way that this wolf herself can even attack them. So what were they going to do? Ciela's ears perked up and immedietly she jumped to her right as the torch came at her again. An opening! She leaped toward him, jaws aiming straight at his head. The bandit screamed, flailed his arm up in the air then suddenly dropped the torch just as it was about to reach the white wolf's eyes. It blinded her..but for only a few seconds before a fist came to the side of her jaw and sent her rolling across the dirt. A soft yelped with a touch of a small whimper was let out before she stood up again, shaking off the jolt of pain that came from her head. Her right paw came up to scratch some of the ashes in her eyes, unable keep her eyes from watering to pay attention as to where her enemy had moved to. By the time she could see again, she was dodging left and right cause of this stupid guy still trying to fling fire at her. ________ So don't give up, don't stop being strong in life
__________Even when you're so sad that you can't go on The wind will blow on us_________
Who worried and walked together___
no matter where we go
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 6:35 pm
Adel "Grave" Yuoin One word could describe Grave's feelings at that moment as he was able to see Ephraim being back up, as well as the two bandits encroaching on Ciela and himself. Concerned. They were outnumbered, and the more ground that the bandits could gain on them the harder it would be for everyone to guard one another. Grave had seen it on battlefields before from a distance, the enemy flanking an already engaged force and completely decimating them. Luckily, that didn't seem to be an issue just yet from Grave's point of view, plus they still had the dragon in the sky making work at getting rid of the archers. Things at least were possible, but they weren't pretty. Anyone falling in combat could easily make this a sweeping loss. Grave wasn't in the mood to die though, so he didn't have any intentions of letting his life be claimed easily.
The soldier who had wisely decided to use fire as a weapon again Ciela had made a good choice; however, the one that had thought to use the same tactic against Grave was a fool. Grave was easily twice his size, why would a little fire bother Grave who knew how to avoid it? Sure, a fire mage would have been a problem, but a burning branch? Hardly. Grave was about to charge him when suddenly the bandit turned and focused on another target, charging directly for him. Grave could have laughed at the stupidity in the movement, but that was beyond Grave at the moment. Grave just about lunged at the bandit when several arrows pierced the ground between him and the bandit. This was getting worse, the fires from the branch signaling the archers to open fire on them.
Then came the yelp. Grave only had a second to glance over at where he had thought Ciela was to find her subject to the brutal assault of a bandit. Grave growled faintly before focusing on the bandit in front of him, charging without much more thought. It was time for some movement, quick. Grave didn't aim for a killing blow, that would open him up to much. Instead, Grave took a bite out of the bandits leg as he ran by, careful to spring low to the ground as he hurried away. That would give the bandit at least something to think about, after all that bone didn't look very pleasent without skin and muscle hiding it. Grave's movement was pretty easy to determine though, heading in Ciela's direction. She had helped him, and he planned to return the favor. That was why, without much thinking, Grave lunged at the bandit's side. Grave prompty recieved a sword swing from the bandit; however, the bandit lost a great deal more in the exchange. Grave recieved a minor cut just above his left front leg, but the soldier lost the use of the arm holding the burning branch. Hardly a fair exchange.
Grave managed to not yelp out at the sword cut, but that bandit likely wasn't to just take losing the use of his arm quietly. Grave spun around quickly, crouched down low growling, dropping the 'meat' he had obtained in his last lunge. His wound wasn't serious, but it did hurt. It wasn't deep enough to pose a problem, yet anyways. Well he had returned the favor to Ciela, and had still managed to remain relatively in the same area as Ephraim because of it. That was the goal, don't get separated from those he could back up. Grave wasn't too keen on charging the enemy alone. That wouldn't end well.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 6:36 pm
"I still can't believe I've been acknowledged as a person of the resistance. I mean really. Am I really not a threat?"
Wil had been standing in the shadows of a bush hiding behind the bandits. He was hoping they wouldn't notice him and he was right so here was his chance to save the day. Granted even he thought he wouldn't change the outcome to much. But he had to try, right?
"Well here we go. I can't let them down, not after this blunder."
Wil rushed from his hiding place into a tree and began to pull out several arrows from his waist quiver. He placed one arrow on the bow string and in the rest of his fingers.
"Let it fly!"
Wil released the arrow with a "fwib" from the bow string as it sailed past Roy seeking one of the two bandits he was about to go up against. He didn't miss, but he didn't hit his target. The wind had knocked the arrow up and to the left. It's original target was the heart. A quick and painless death. However it had sailed up and struck the bandit in the shoulder.
"Well, that works I suppose," Wil shrugged and turned his attention else where. Specifically to the archers. He had to stop them from injuring any fliers.
"Time to come down from your high horse Roggy."
Wil placed three arrows on his hand rest and aimed the bow sideways. He didn't know if this would work but he may as well try. He let the arrows fly from his hand and cut the air calmly as one actually hit one of the archers under his arm and either into his lung, or heart. The other two went into the arm and leg of two standing archers.
"One for three. I guess that's good. Gotta practice I suppose."
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 2:44 am
Well, well. What a spectacle. He'd just wandered in to visit - only to visit, of course, he'd had absolutely no idea any of this had been going on, not at all, and hadn't been planning to help in any way - and look, here were bandits, everywhere, attacking... well, a few people he actually knew. Some he was fond of. Vaguely familiar archer; that one was from Elibe, yeh? Great dragon; he wasn't a bad guy at all, just misunderstood sometimes. They had so much in common. Cute winged girl; he wasn't really sure what she was, since the only time he'd ever gotten close was to flirt with her, and she's nearly stabbed his eye out. Not that it couldn't be replaced, but hey, it was still HIS eye. Not really pleasant.
All these things annoyed him. His.... ********, fine, he guessed he could call them his friends. Well, they were getting attacked. And he didn't like that. But what made him really mad was one certain prince in the middle of the fray. Gods and Goddesses above, why did this boy always just HAVE to be in the absolute middle of EVERY SINGLE FIGHT? Even this morph had found it necessary to learn how to fight. Not so much to protect himself; but to protect this ridiculous kid who seemed to just run headlong into danger. But... he was brave, after all. And he did do it to save people. Of course.... that was part of the reason Kishuna loved him.
Well, he did look ******** hot wielding that lance, but now wasn't really the time to get into that, was it?
Bandits, bandits everywhere. How silly. And none of them even looked behind them. Probably didn't help that Kishuna did sort of blend in with the background. Time to step out. One hand tossed out his cloak; a bandit was blinded, just for a second. But that was long enough for the morph to move, long blade in the bandit's stomach and sliding up, before he pushed the man to the ground, leaving him there to gurgle out his last words. "Sorry, you're in my way." One coming at him. Dagger away; dodge, duck under the axe, blade out and to the chest. Blocking? Not really his forte. But dodging? Ohhhh yes, that he could do. After all, it had been the only skill this body had started out with, long ago.
And there were more, always more. Always so many bandits. How could this continent have so many PEOPLE, anyway? It was just ridiculous, they just flooded in and died and flooded in and died some more, and there were still more. Humans were ridiculous sometimes, he thought. But, not his problem right now. His problem was the bandits around Ephraim. One there; that one was already engaged by the prince. One engaged by their dear wolf; she could handle herself. And then one taking advantage of the distraction to move up, coming in from the side. It didn't matter though. The morph was there, blade slamming into the back of the man's throat, ramming through and sliding out the front. ".... Don't. You don't even ******** THINK about touching him." Anger. Good, strong, anger. Dear, lovely emotion. So glad that had been his gift. But he was talking to a dead body. He must be going crazy. Well, crazier. But that also really wasn't the point.
Ephraim had taken care of his soldier. Ciela seemed to be doing alright with hers. So they had a few seconds. Kishuna looked a bit strange; he'd vanished after the new 'laws' had come into effect, and in that time he seemed to have dyed his hair blonde, and found some way to change the color of his eyes to a silvery gray. He looked... well, different. It was a disguise, obviously; he couldn't be running around looking like an obvious morph. But, eh. Didn't look too bad.
He slipped up to Ephraim, arms wrapping around the prince before he could react. Heat of battle, didn't want to get stabbed, after all. "Sorry I'm late," he said softly. His voice was serious for once; maybe he'd matured, just a bit. "Don't worry. I've got your back." A light kiss to the prince's cheek, and Kishuna moved behind him, knife at the ready. Hey, looked like those sparring matches had done a bit of good after all.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 1:51 pm
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It was only at mid-swing that Abel registered what the man said. It distracted Abel just enough for him to not react right away to his opponent's parry. He focused back on the sword clash right as he was being pushed back. A year or even a couple months earlier, the move would have made Abel fall over, probably from stumbling over himself. He had become much better since then, however, and instead of losing his balance, Abel manged to take a large step back with the flow of the shove. He kept the sword out in front, refusing to open up a target area.
"You're Radboud?!" Abel gritted his teeth once he let out the exclamation. He had taken on several jobs where he had to help fight off bandit raids from that man's group. Radboud led the most troublesome group of bandits in northern Learania. Abel didn't recall ever facing off with the leader personally, but the man seemed to recognize him. Carefree sword swinging wasn't going to cut it against Radboud the Merciless. His title sounded cliche, but it was well suited.
Abel knew from the last thing the leader said that Radboud wasn't going to take him seriously. He would use that as an advantage. "The one struggling will be you!" Abel shouted back as he came in with a similar move. He figured Radboud would parry the same as he had done before, as Abel's move was very basic. However, Abel extended his blade further away and to the side. Parrying it would force the opponent's blade to follow and open up his front. Once the opening was there, all Abel had to do was slide his blade beneath his enemy's and continue the stab into flesh. That is, if no other bandits attacked him... and no arrows hit him... or something caused his move to fail. ...He would possibly need some help.
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