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Bhima post 7

This was it. The young Alkidike almost expected panic. Sure, the were all of them trained in some craft or another, but none had seen battle, at least not like this. As the great wave of Oba surged forth, however, the fear that tumbled in her chest as mixed with an unspeakable rage. With a great yell she ran to meet them, and at once the training dummies and well-learned dodging of her trainer were switched with the armor and yielding flesh of the Obans. She felt something bite her side and she turned to meet it with a swipe. She felt a rush of warm fluid over her hands, only vaguely familiar.

She would survive to find Her, or she would die trying.

(Notes: Grouping these dolts together, Tahigwa will have her own post, Oggie is with Nua)

Yaholo post 10


Yaholo gave a low, steady growl as their enemy finally came into view. He gripped his hammer tightly and swung it outwards, purposely drawing attention to himself. As the fighters came pouring in, he stiffened his stance and honed in on any fighter that came close. It was only mere seconds into battle that his first opponent came racing towards him. Fairly young, decent stature, carrying a staff like it were a pail of boiling water.

"A little haphazard aren't we?" He sneered, slamming his hammer forward and into the young man's side. His smirked as he stumbled to the side, shocked and winded, and turned to face three older men who had burst in after him. One looked fairly unhappy and similar to the man who Yaholo had just knocked down, but before the Massif could ponder the idea of relation any further, the man flung himself forward.

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT! HE'S JUST A CHILD!" The spear wielder screeched.

"Children shouldn't belong in war!" Yaholo snarled, darting to the side. "If he's too young in your eyes, why allow him to be here?"

Rastian post 10

While Yaholo was preoccupied by the first man, Rastian had lured the other two away from the argument. He sighed, finding it almost pitiful that a young man of such stature had to be smashed down like that, before turning his thoughts to his nephew in comparison. Weighing the two made Yaholo's statement more logical. Ogbonna knew what he was getting himself into and knew not to run around like a headless Kinfa. That kid, whom Yaholo had smacked down so readily, should be thankful that he was taken down now instead of later, it would save him a world of hurt down the road.

"Hey! You two!" He called, whistling. "I bet you three bags of crystal that your buddy's gonna get smashed senseless!"

The men advanced towards him rapidly, angered by the bet that the Monk had proposed, to which he snickered. Yep, just like a pair of angry Scorra, easily enraged. He waved his staff about in an almost playful manner and darted up into a tree, before casting a spell of ice out towards the pair.

"Why not cool off for a little while?" He laughed, before quickly frowning to himself. No... No... He was starting to sound like Natsu!

...Was that what falling in love did to someone?

Ogbonna post 10

Being the youngest, and shortest, member of the army had proven to be a disadvantage to Ogbonna as the fighters came racing in. He could see that people were moving to get away from others, as well as make sharp gestures towards some odd others, signalling that battle had begun, but it wasn't until Yaholo's first hit that he really felt the jolt. He quickly placed Nua behind him, protectively, and scouted out his first target.

"The battle has begun, Nua!" He cried. "Get your beads ready and don't wander too far!"

[Ruelash]

Ruelash felt as though he had been shot from a crossbow, all his restrained tension released in a primal howl as he leapt towards the nearest Oban, blades shimmering and hungry for blood.

They got it. The oban, taken by surprise, fell, his eyes wide with shock even as the life faded from him. Ruelash was among the enemy now, exactly where he wanted to be. He kept low, minding - at least subconciously - the arrows and magic flying above. A hammer wielder - barely a prentice, fell to his blades, and a swordsman kneeled, her knee tendon slashed.

Ruelash tried to finish her off, going for her throat, but she blocked him.
"You savage!" She snarled, struggling to stand and fight, "Civilized people don't fight like that! He dodged her attack, smirking. It was easy, she was struggling to move, let alone wield her sword. She dropped it, taking out a lighter knife. "See?" She said, slashing at him suddenly, faster than before. Blood, from his cheek, coated the knife red. "We're right!" healing magic wrapped around her leg, mending it, She charged in, darting and trying to weave in her attacks, even as her leg healed "our king is right to conquer this land!" Ruelash parried her blow, knocking the knife from her hand as he drove the other blade into her chest, then again, into her throat. He grinned like a wild thing as she fell, before searching for the healer that had tried to steal his fun from him. He thought he spotted him and set a course, starting to fight his way towards them as chaos exploded around him.

Kiyelt waved at Nua who was one of his favorite people, simply because he was all happy sunshine, all the time. He held around himself a shroud of pure happiness and joy. Shadowed by his capramel, (for which Kiyelt was greatful, someone had to look out after the pup,) and well traveled, his experiences had not dampaned his wonderful spirit.

Kiyelt could only hope that no one touched that innocence with an evil hand. He hoped Nua would come out of the war a little more cautious perhaps but without loosing the optimism that enchanted his presence. AND if Kiyelt ever got a hold of the person who did, they would be very sorry indeed.

He knew the lad would bring much joy to those who came under his care and he hoped that, if he were to be injured that Nua would look after him.

He waved to Gaddock as well as he disappeared. He glared at the Obans when he could see them. It was because of them that he risked loosing so much. He fought with tooth, nail and whip, but it seemed they were all weaponless which worked for him because his whip was more of a torture device when it came to battle then a real weapon.

Sauron began to lay about with his spear, choppy at first, but then he set to the rythym and tried to only listen to the snarls and not the screams. He was actually doing quite well until unarmed Obans circled him from behind and a noose wrapped around his throat, he brought his arms up and tried to pull it away, dropping his spear. Another noose wrapped around his arms. He growled insults at his captors and he saw Nibby flash back. He saw Kelina turn and his eyes met hers in a passionate stare. There were no good words for his feelings. So soon he had failed her.

The fighting hadn't been going on long before Nibby raced towards her and started chattering loudly in her ear and pulling on her hair which only meant one thing, Sauron was in trouble. She grabbed some more arrows from a young prentice that was nearby before rushing after the little sprite. Kelina's heart raced, she couldn't let anything happen to Sauron. She pushed through their warriors and the enemies alike until she saw the familiar form. Kelina growled like an angry cat and started firing off arrows at all those evil Obans that currently had her....boyfriend? That look...she had to save him. She was an archer in the middle of all the melee and it was kind of frightening, but Kel was focused on Sauron. She had been getting closer to them, and couldn't move around too much in the press of soldiers. Throwing her bow over her shoulder, she picked up Sauron's discarded spear and began sticking the remaining Obans with the pointy end, like a big arrow. Soon, that ring of them were gone and she was free to go to Sauron. Kelina helped pull the noose off that were on his arms and throat before giving him a big hug. Then, giving him his spear back and grabbing his hand, "I don't care what the elders say you're coming back here with me." She said as she marched him back towards the other archers.

Chalcedony Post 7

Despite all of his earlier shifting around to try to get himself braced for what was coming Chalcedony found himself going still when the Obans finally appeared. Seemed as though they were ready to fight and that meant that this was about to become a reality. One that sent a bit of a chill up his spine despite the weather always being rather warm where they were all gathered at the moment. He didn't like this in the least bit, the way that their leader was talking so easily about 'death and enslavement' something that he couldn't allow to happen to his family, he'd fight to his last breath if it meant keeping them safe and free from the clutches of the enemy. Before now he had only considered the immediate dangers, he hadn't even thought of the possibility that someone could be captured during this and enslaved. It was all that much more of a reason to fight hard.

He turned to look over to where Enki was standing, yelling back to the Oban leader. Nothing would come of it, that much he knew. They could yell all day but a fight was inevitable given that neither side meant to give an inch. Still, he supposed that it was only right that both sides gave the other one last chance to surrendered, which neither side did.

Orders came down through the ranks of Oban soldiers, he could tell just from the way their mouths were moving, and then suddenly their leader was making a motion with his hand that sent the soldiers forward. Instantly he tightened his hold on his shield, planted a foot, and then lunged forward into battle. There was a bit of a cold feeling in his chest despite the weather, knowing that he was going to kill today. It was something he'd done his best to avoid up until now but that was no longer an option. As such he had to put his all into each swing, something that resulted in him sending an Oban warrior flying some good distance when he hit the guy with his shield. It was something he'd done before in duels but this was different... this shield had a giant spike on the front, one meant for fighting and killing. He couldn't think about that now, instead he just had to think about each move he'd make next and how best to keep as many of the Obans from getting passed him as possible. Someone like him, he was meant to be a shield for others, and he'd do his best to keep as many safe as he could!