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 Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 12:22 am
Maya shook her head, a look of contempt for the bandits upon her face. "No!" her voice was sterm and demanding. She knelt to pick up the lantern, her knuckles white as she clenched it. "I absolutely, absolutely refuse!" She was a different person with a lantern in hand. She was powerful, and she knew it. Without waiting for Anarel's reply, she turned and fled out the door. The moment she did there was a loud explosion of some sort, and snow hurled into the doorway from it, along with a few bandits.
Her lips formed the spell which had conjured the gravitational arms that she used before, and she tied the lantern to her side, before using those arms to smsah through the hoardes of bandits that came rushing at her. To the untrained eye, it would look as if she were just a girl standing there, having a fist fight with the air, but the trained eye woudl see her fists merely guided her gravitational arms, which tore through whatever they touched.
Smash, break, crush.
The pattern seemed endless, as did the bandits.
Th-thu-thump, th-thu-thump. The sound of large hooves galloping nearer, through the snow. Screams, surprise and pain. The hoofbeats drew nearest, until out of the mob of bandits he came.
A huge - no...gargantuan Centaur man. His hair was dark, his skin had a dark-greyish blue hue to it, his eyes the same. He smirked, raising up the large axes that were chained together, which he dual-wielded. His eyes, leering through the crowd, spotted Maya, who was throwing his men down everytime they got up. He thundered towards her, swinging one of the axes into the air.
Down it came, almost too close. She barely had time to capture it with one of her gravity arms, struggling to hold it away from her. This one was strong. Possibly their leader.
Maya turned, pushing the axe away from her with her other gravity arm, struggling to do so. She wavered in her stance against the strength of this brute, but for the most could hold her own here. However, the bad advantage centaurs have over humanish species was that extra set of limbs.
The leader reared, lashing out with her with his forelegs. She gave a cry of surprise, losing her grip on the axe and skidding backwards through the snow on her back. The other bandits had stopped their rampage on her to watch. Most seemed smug and chuckled, as if they knew the outcome.
Maya quickly recovered from the fall, standing up straight and pointing a blaming finger at the centaur. "I demand you and your men stop the hostilities against Snowshire immediatly!"
The leader paused for a moment, then started laughing boisterously. "Oh, heavens! I was not aware it offended you so, my dear! But you see, its just too much fun looting and pillaging, why ever should we stop?"
Maya's voice suddenly sounded much lower, seeping with spite. "If you don't, I will take away your reason for living."
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 12:31 am
Anarel spun around to watch Maya march off into the band of vagrants that had overrun the town. He ran to the window, watching as she wreaked havoc upon them, with her magic.
"Tch!"
The most logical thing to do now was to assist Maya, even though it seemed she had everything under her control at the moment. Anarel quickly exited the shop through a back door, and found a ladder that led to the roof of the establishment. As quietly as possibly, he climbed the ladder, and made his way onto the rooftop. He ran to the foremost edge, somewhat staying back so as no to attract attention to his position. It was almost difficult to see him already, as his white garb and scarf blended well with the stark white snow. He looked down below as the thieves and their centaur leader made a ring around owl-hooded Maya.
As soon as Maya made her threat, Anarel knew things would get out of hand. He reached behind himself, grabbing yet another arrow and strung it back into his longbow. Holding his position, he aimed at the centaur, waiting for the right moment to step in if Maya seemed overwhelmed. It was advantageous for him to attack secretively from a distance.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 3:28 am
The centaur paused, studying the girl who stood as tall as she could before him. He gave a smirk. "I know you." he chuckled gruffly. He took several menacing steps toward her. "You're that despictable woman's daughter, aren't you?! You have the same face, the same eyes, minus the color....the same half-breed ears!"
Maya cringed, but remained silent.
"You know, I could get a lot of cash for you. Ever since Fasiel heard about another gravity elemental he's been dying to see your head on a plate. Must be because of that woman, must be!"
Something in Maya's head seemed to ache, seemed to cry "Don't say that name to me!"
She groaned, clutching at her temples as these words invaded her head.
"Don't say that name around me!" she gave a fierce yell, a mixture of anger and perhaps a little pain.
A moment passed and the bandits moved in for the attack but stopped as a large thrashing noise plowed through the town. In a flurry of snow and ice, it came.
A frost giant, attracted by the smell of blood. It erupted from the snow, swooping up an armful of bandits and chomping into them all at once.
The centaur man panicked, turning and fleeing with many other bandits. Maya turned, eyes wide as she watched the hanus creature devouring the bandits it captured. She trembled, a little shaken. She had never seen an elemental giant before.
A thought came to her immediatly. If this monster is an elemental..will I turn into a monster too?
She merely stared, wide-eyed, to dumb-foudned to move.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 9:30 am
Anarel stood as wide-eyed as Maya, staring after the stark-white, behemoth of snow. The giant's mouth was laced with blood splatters as the bandits exploded like grapes between the rows of jagged, flesh-eating teeth. The sight of the small girl standing before that monstrous force was enough to wrack his own nerves.
He shifted his foot slightly, bringing the point of his arrow to aim high toward the beast's grotesque face. The entire village was filled with the echoes of the giant's groans -- soft, slow, and deep. It did not seem to take notice to Anarel's positioned on the store's roof, but instead, was fixated on the lowly girl that stood frozen in awe.
Anarel closed one eye, and squinted into his target. He took in a deep breath, and as he exhaled, a small, orange spark flickered into view at the tip of his arrow. It flickered even more, brighter each time and letting loose a soft sound of growing flame. Finally, the spark relented, unfurling into a roaring fire that engulfed the entire arrow itself, spinning and lacing tendrils of hot flame onto Anarel. Oddly enough, nothing of Anarel's was burned nor singed.
The flame continued to spin wildly as long as Anarel kept the arrow in the bow's position. He lifted the point of the arrow slightly, readjusting his target. By now, the frost giant had now barely taken notice of the bright light that emitted from Anarel's position.
Before the monster could lay eyes on him, Anarel let loose the flame arrow. The arrow was launched through the air like a raging comet, bright and fierce like a phoenix. It roared toward the frost giant's face, slamming dead on and rupturing into a torrent of fire that stuck angrily on the giant's fur and skin. It was just enough to distract the monster.
Anarel jumped from the roof, and plunged into the thick layer of snow below. Without missing a beat, he ran toward Maya. He placed his hands on her shoulders, and shook her gently.
"Maya?," he looked into her eyes. "Maya!"
The frost giant's shadow was cast over them like a sliver of night sky. A few bandits watched from the safety of the outlying tree line that surrounded the village.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 10:41 pm
Maya's eyes slowly looked from the monster toward Anarel. There was a look of concern in her eyes, and she placed her arms in front of her as if pressing against a hard wall, bringing them upwards. Flurries of snow lifted from the ground, pressing around the frost-giant who tore at the flames upon its body, and extinguished the fires that scorched it.
It paused its thrashing, releasing a curious grunt from its throat at the girl's action.
Its aggressive attitude seemed to melt, replaced by curiousity and interest in the two before it. It reached a gargantuan hand toward them but withdrew it, hearing the procession of bandits approach it. Turning around to face them, it gave a mighty roar and hurled itself toward them in another fit of violent rage.
Maya tugged on Anarel's sleeve. "We should leave now. The bandit problem is taken care of." She crawled atop the back of one of the snow-beasts (used in place of horses in the snowy terrain) and began to move off away from the town.
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