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 Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 11:29 am
I CHOOSE CHOICE B Tailte
HP: 9-2=7She deserved it.. it was all her fault and the spirits were punishing her for it. Tai simply let the ghosts of her dead parents attack her without fighting back.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 11:31 am
I CHOOSE CHOICE C Ingwe
HP: 16-2=14
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 11:32 am
I CHOOSE CHOICE A Shaka
HP: 12No body hits Shaka!
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 9:28 am
I CHOOSE CHOICE A
Kian - 10 HP
It was to be expected. Kian flashed a grin towards his partner as he raced over the sands with his janariim. It had taken extra training and long nights without sleep, but he had managed it. It truly was worthwhile to hear the praises that their trainer now rained on him...
Of course even those moments wouldn't last forever.
Frowning, Kian watched as everything shifted around him. Was this a battlefield? The desire to see blood flowed through him and his expression shifted. While his confident smirk was still there a dangerous gleam now existed in his cold gaze. If this test was allowing him to fight then fight he would! As he made his decision, Kian found hesitation at the sight of her face. Where they really going to do this to him? Gritting his teeth, the hybrid moved forward. "Stop!"
But she wouldn't stop. It was almost as if she couldn't even see him for who he was. Blood lust, something he never imagined possible for her, gleamed in her own gaze. This wasn't like her at all....cursing, Kian took up his runes and reached a hand out. He would take her down, not kill her, but get her to the point that he could ram some sense into her head. Sitting still would do nothing and he refused to just let her slip away...
If she was trapped here as well then he would make certain to snap her out of it!
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 9:33 am
I CHOOSE CHOICE C Nadiya - 16 HP
I didn't really want to master this anyway...
That had been Nadiya's last thoughts before the scene shifted around her. This time, however, the girl felt a flash of anger. She was a muscian not a fighter, but she wasn't completely defenseless. Holding onto a pair of daggers the girl darted about the battlefield, desperate for a way out. She would cut her way to freedom! All this blood lust wasn't for her!
That familiar face made her stop, "Ahren...." Her brother, normally so calm and peaceful, was glaring at her with a killer's instinct. Blood coated his clothing and his sword looked eager to cut some more. "Ahren?"
Even in her own anger the girl found herself confused. What was her brother doing here? Standing against her like this...it wasn't right! "Listen, Ahren! You're not like this...you don't want to do this!" Tears gleamed in her eyes as she darted around his attacks, "Just listen to me please, brother!"
She refused to attack him, but didn't let him hit her either. If only her words could just get through! I can keep dancing like this! Gritting her teeth in determination Nadiya rolled away from another attack before yelling at him again, "Ahren, get yourself together! Please!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 9:40 am
I CHOOSE CHOICE B Shadiya 8 HP
She had been a fool for trying. Wiping away a tear of frustration, the girl shook her head. This is what happens when you trust others I suppose... Her heart yearned to trust them, but lately she felt as if each decision was stabbing her in the back. Could she really not ever be good enough to match with them?
It was almost as if shadows were pressing into her mind making her forget who she truly was at this rate....
Again, there came the shift. Shadiya was so lost in her frustrations that she forgot what she had been doing. It seemed so natural to be in battle. A saber at her side allowed her to dart around enemies and she felt as if she could just dance her way to victory. Sticky with dirt and blood, the girl almost slashed out at another before recognition stopped her dead in her tracks. What was he doing here?
She was so angry! She just wanted to rail on him as well, but each time she thought about it her hand would freeze. This was someone that she could never hurt...tears glimmered in her eyes as she took the first blow. Weakness or not...she couldn't ignore her heart. Keep beating me and knocking me down, but I'll always get back up again... Wasn't that her song after all? She wasn't a fighter and danced for a better future...fighting here especially against him wasn't something meant for her.
As her legs gave way and she fell to the ground, Shadiya had a faint smile on her lips. Even if her heart was hurting from his attacks at least he had snapped her out of the blind anger that had almost over whelmed her...
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 11:43 am
Draven
HP: 6
post: 7
I CHOOSE CHOICE C
Anger, frustration, the screams and death, blood and horrors were all around him. This wasn't the most pleasant of the dreams. With sword in hand, he made his way through the grappling crowds towards the center of it all. Bashing people over the head with the butt of his sword or even the flat side, he didn't really want to hurt anyone. But confronting a friend, things were entirely different. Backing away, he didn't know what to do, he wasn't going to strike them down.
With a battle cry, his friend came at him, weapon raised to come down at him. Draven wasn't about to take a swing at his friend, but he wasn't going to allow him to hit him either. Using his sword to block the incoming strikes. In the process he tried talking his friend out of this rage.
"Come on man, wake up!" Draven shouted over the din of other voices that were yelling. "Wake up and stop this foolishness."
It didn't seem to be working, but he wasn't going to give up. For the mean time, he was going to defend himself without hurting his friend. If anything, Draven would try and unarm his friend and shake some sense into him. Hopefully that would work, right?
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 12:58 pm
I CHOOSE CHOICE C || Damissan ❂
|| Post: 7
|| HP: 14Damissan still found it confusing — and more than a touch frustrating, he supposed — but who was he to hold Akachi’s unexpected knack for such a thing against him? He had little desire to be near, let alone ride a beast as vicious as a janarim himself, thus, while he might perhaps one day revisit the task (unlikely), for now, he let it rest. The dream seemed to agree with him. No sooner had he resigned himself to leaving the issue as it was, then the scene shifted, fading away and twisting out into something else entirely, again.
As before, it took a moment of adjustment, and the chaos of the scene did not help. Around him, a cacophony of noises raged: shouts, screaming, the clank and grind of metal as opposing blades met, and he felt his heart speed. His blades waited in his hands, gripped tight, and his pulse beat against the inner cage of his chest. He could smell soot in the air, sweat—and blood.
Never before had Damissan witnessed a battlefield. Not in person, and certainly not as a participant. Somehow here, however, he knew he belonged, and needed to make his way across the field. When the first of the opposition came at him, he didn’t hesitate. His blades moved as though he had years of experience, ready for whatever strike came and sure of himself—even when it meant driving them through those that would have done the same to him. He lost count of how many he had faced as the battle wore on, his focus honed instead on the drive forward, the burning of his muscles and hot rush of his breath at the exertion.
He made good progress — not quick, but steady and unrelenting — all of him caught in the surge of conflict.
Until he saw his mother’s face.
Disoriented at first, he faltered and frowned, confused. His mother was not a soldier. She didn’t belong, and — to his knowledge, at least — had never carried a blade in her life. Yet, there she stood, not merely armed, but furious, fighting with the skill of a lifetime of practice—and coming directly for him.
“Mother—”
Bahati lunged, and the first swing caught him so entirely off-guard, that he nearly fell, staggering out of the way and only just managing to raise his blades in time to defend himself. His heart lurched against his chest, and his brow furrowed, a thread of tension pulling through him like a chord snapped tight, and—this couldn’t be happening. There was no way his mother wouldn’t recognize his face, and yet, hers was contorted with some blind rage, akin to that in the air, prickling at him.
But no, this still was not right.
When she attacked again, babbling something incomprehensible, Damis raised his blades to block, but withheld from striking back. He couldn’t. “Mother, please, you have to see me. You know me—” Her blade drew down on him, sharp and with startling strength, enough to make his own body strain, but he persisted. “Whatever it is that’s come over you, you’re above that…”
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 1:00 pm
I CHOOSE CHOICE A || Naqenni ❋
|| Post: 7
|| HP: 3Defeat was never an option.
In face of it, Naqenni never considered quitting, it wasn’t in her to. The only alternative was to persist, to try harder, push harder, move forward, get up again, and again, and again—and again, however many times it took, she did. And finally, her persistence got her what it ought: she persevered, and finally in time, bested her sister, not merely riding, but learning the beast. She worked until it felt as natural under her as a weapon in her hand, or another limb, and her teeth flashed. Smiling, but unfriendly.
She had won, and that was what mattered.
Unfortunately, the moment didn’t last long, but when it faded, the next was just as thrilling. Everywhere, chaos. Her heart sped with it, and it took her only a half moment to be caught in it, natural as though she’d been there for hours. Enraged, but alive. Earthlings surged around her like an angry sea, violent and wild. She drew her bow, nocking it like breathing, and her aim here was better than it had ever been in waking—she didn’t notice. It all felt right, and so easy.
Then, she saw Kasama.
Her own caretaker mother fought like a queen, fiercer than any wild beast and in ownership of the battlefield—but somehow, some way, she was fighting on the wrong side. It made no sense, she wouldn’t. But this seemed less important in face of the fact that she was, and Naqenni’s anger tipped upwards. This was why Aisha had made a sister.
This was why she and her sisters were here—betrayers, all of them. She was their future and if that meant drawing on her mother.
Naqenni fit her arrow onto its string, drew, aiming between the eyes, and loosed her shot.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 1:04 pm
I CHOOSE CHOICE B || Lenila ▼
|| Post: 7
|| HP: 5
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 3:43 pm
I CHOOSE CHOICE C Xilarn
Post: 7
HP: 19If it had been against anyone else, really, Xilarn couldn't see himself caring if he lost. Or was second-best. Or wasn't rewarded for his efforts. It was clearly impossible for short, round six-year-olds to ride janarim, and fighting those odds wasn't rational.
Unfortunately, it wasn't 'anyone else.' It was big brother Cether, and he didn't have any more business riding a janarim than Xilarn. Besides, 'rational' was for adults. So, he kept at it. Anytime it seemed like maybe he was getting bored or losing interest or flat-out stopped caring whether or not Cether won, he reasoned that he'd already put in this much effort (it felt like an absurd amount of time and work had gone into this), and he wasn't about to waste that.
It probably helped that he was familiar with animal riding and taming as an adult.
Surely better at it than Cether, and with a little determination, he proved as much. He decided to be the bigger person and not shove his brother's face in it. "Look what I can do? I'm faster than you, huh? A lot faster. You jealous? I can make this guy do practically anything, and y-ou c-an't."
Anger, annoyance, and indignation were the last things he saw on his brother's face before the entirety of the scene distorted. The jararim gave a bark and melted out from under him, smearing into a purple puddle on the ground that shifted to red in the absence of the scorching desert sun.
There were people around him. A great many people, shouting, howling, clashing weapons, falling. Xilarn reached for his spear, and didn't have time to be surprised over its mere presence. Because he was here, this was happening now, and the things around him took precedence. Fortunately (or not), Xilarn wasn't unfamiliar with war. It felt like forever ago, but the fear of that moment returned with an uncomfortable stab. He was nineteen, and he didn't want to die. If someone else had to, that wasn't much his problem.
He didn't know how many people he went through, all with their light silvery skin or their flower-like antennae or those bright gold eyes. Enemies, all of them. Xil twisted, slamming the butt of his weapon into one target and spinning his blade toward the lean, scarred torso of another- Sandy blond. Clear blue eyes. Xilarn stopped an inch from cutting into something he'd regret.
Akiyal did not. He lunged and punched, and the immediate ferocity and brashness that went into it caught Xil off guard. He staggered back sharply, eyes wide and throat tight. This was not a place for children. At very least not his. If Aki was even vaguely aware of knowing this Fire man, he didn't show it and pressed forward.
"Akiyal, stop!"
He'd never been an especially passive child.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 3:47 pm
I CHOOSE CHOICE A Akiyal
Post: 7
HP: 1
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 3:54 pm
MosiPost Seven
11 HP
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I CHOOSE CHOICE A - - -
She was so exhausted now, exhausted but pleased with herself nonetheless. She had shown both Elesh and their instructor that she had worth, and as they chattered around her, including her in conversations and piling her with praise, Mosi felt the earth waver. She felt sick as the world began to melt, and before she knew what was happening, chaos erupted around her.
Running forward, she pushed and ducked her way through the crowd. What was going on here? Everyone just needed to be quiet! If she could just get home...
Mosi snarled as she smacked headlong into another person. "Watch where you're—"
"You shouldn't be here."
It was Furaha. A priestess of Dafiel was holding a knife to her throat. Mosi's blood was boiling. How dare she? Her own sister! Though it didn't seem Furaha knew her at all. In fact, Mosi was positive the woman would kill her if they remained locked here for too much longer. She had to strike first if she wanted to survive.
"I will be anywhere I please. Move." She sliced wide, catching the priestess in the side of the neck, her lips spreading taut in a victorious grimace.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 4:33 pm
I CHOOSE CHOICE B Edathe
HP - 13 (-2) = 11!
Edathe felt the weight of her giving up on her shoulders, but she was still friends and that was something. She smiled to both the trainer and her partner but their faces were already gone.
Instead she was in a battle field. She cringed at the sounds and the noises all around her. What was happening? She had a sword in her hands. It felt all wrong. She frowned and saw her mother with a bow in front of her. What was happening and why? She threw her arms up in defense and just waited for the worst.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 4:40 pm
I CHOOSE CHOICE A Vaena
HP - 9 (-0) = 9!
She continued to work on her training, her envy driving her until she had mastered it. She had done it! And she had blown her partner out of the water. She basked in the praise her trainer gave her before they all suddenly disappeared. She felt the weight of something in her hands and she realized where she was. It was the middle of a battle her fingers gripped around a sword. Her brows furrowed. She could feel her blood pumping. It was awkward in her hands, but she slashed through the crowd cutting down whoever stood in her way. The sword seemed to move like she was just striking smoke, every hit landing smoothly.
She wiped her forehead and when she looked back up there was a new opponent. Her mother. She couldn't see straight she was so angry. She saw that her mother was coming toward her and without hesitation, almost in a haze she swung out.
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