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 Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 12:41 pm
The brigands were stubborn, and another hand axe was tossed at Zeiss. This time the storm did not help him out and redirect it somewhere else, but he did know some maneuvers that would let him avoid the oncoming hand axe.
Moving slightly to the left, cause that was always a good tactic back a ways, Zeiss readied another javelin, and flew up a ways, and then chucked it down at the brigand...it was a bit of a blind shot, but who knew? He may actually get yet another lucky hit in the battle.
However, he was running out of javelins...the only other weapon he had was his steel lance, and getting close against these brigands with that would not be his best idea. However, sometime soon, the time would come where he would have to do that. So, best thing to do is pick them off slowly, until his javelins were gone, and then do his best to fend them off with his steel lance.
The storm died down, and vision came back...a better time to aim carefully, and be more than likely to score more kills. Readying another javelin, he targeted another brigand and chucked it towards his neck, and if it wouldn't hit there, then it would be close to his chest area.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 2:26 pm
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •  Several brigands were fought off by the captain as they attempted to swarm her. As one chopped downward, Deborah jumped to the side and ended the man's assult with a lash of her spear. However, she did not have eyes in the back of her head and thus did not see the attack coming from behind her. But Learanian soldiers still fought with valor and one quickly got in the path of the axe, blocking it with his spear. The axe chopped the soldier's lance in two and caused him to fall to the ground beside Deborah. The cry of the soldier alerted the Kaftian and made her turn around quickly and with another smooth swing of her spear, the other bandit was felled, as well. The dark-skinned man was too fast! Ephraim's attack had been intercepted with a quick sideways rotation of the blade. Ephraim didn't even have time to block the man's kick and was sent a few stumbling steps backward. "Damn it...."
To make thing worse, the man was coming at Ephraim yet again. He was still backing up and was now being forced back even more with every movement his opponent took. Through the pain, he swung his spear to push away the first slash. The man had speedy movements, but Ephraim was no pushover. As the second slash came, he managed to give a followup swing to block the sword yet again. However, that left him open and as the blade came up to his arm, Ephraim could not maneuver conveniently enough to stop the man's third slash.
The sword clanged against Ephraim's bracers and slid up to slice against his upper arm. He let out a cry of pain, and turned away from the man. But instead of leaving himself open to be killed, Ephraim continued turning and lashed back with a spear slash, once he was facing the dark-skinned man, again. It would be a challenge to go unharmed from such a sudden attack like that. After Deborah got rid of the bandits that were swarming her, she helped up the soldier and had him get to the sidelines for healing. She looked around to asses the new situation, now that she wasn't in the direct heat of a fight. Few bandits remained. The surprise attack had been a success. Deborah looked over to where the man she had been fighting was to see him brawling with Ephraim. Once he was dealt with, the battle would be pretty much over.
The storm of sand began to die down, but before it did completely, Deborah used it to fade out of sight from the bandit leader. Her location would remain hidden from him until she revealed herself.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 7:19 am
 The kitty tried to track the location of the damn mage, but to no avail. He hissed before he pounced on a nearby bandit and just tore him apart with his claws in irritation. Stupid sandstorm...making it difficult for him to find his prey. Just...just go away, please?
Oh look, the sandstorm suddenly died as the music changed. Sunil quickly glanced around before he found a nearby bandit in robes, clearly looking in his direction and chanting. That must have been the b*****d that got him. How long had he been chanting the spell? Must have been for some time now.
The cat exhaled, relaxing his muscles, before he shook his head. If he moved now, he could probably catch the mage and tag him into oblivion before the Beorc could finish his incantation.
In a race against time, Sunil dashed forward. He was going to make that Beorc pay for messing up his beautiful fur and making it all frizzy.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 9:05 am
((Sorry Lugh and Oujay. I've been told that I need to hurry up to finish this thread...))  When he launched his triple attacks at the lancer, he admitted that the fool had good defense. So far, he managed to counter two of his attacks. However, Ali had managed to land his blow on his arm. Ha, it looked like that fool won't be able to use that arm well. That's what he got for challenging him.
But as he moved a step back to get ready to move in and attacked, the idiot turned and swung his lance. Damnit! Why couldn't the fool just stay down and die! After all, he still had some unfinished business with that b***h.
Having no time to dodge or block his attack, Ali dove toward the sand. He could feel something swift and hard flying over his head, barely nearly nicking his hair. If he had an afro and it was cut, he would surely become a Mad Black Man. He held his breath and closed his eyes as his body slammed into the ground. It would be troublesome if getting sand into the eyes and mouth.
Fearing that the lancer would try to attack him while he was on the ground, Ali grabbed a couple of sand in his sand and flung it toward the lancer's face. It would be useless to dodge or counter when the sand is being flung and spread wide. Even when covering one face, it would take a while for the particles to fade out from the wind.
While the fool was distracted by the sand, Ali swung his leg, knocking the fool off his feet. He quickly grabbed his sword, got up, and dashed toward where the lancer had fell. He placed his foot over the lancer's chest and held his sword against his neck. If the fool tried to do any sneak attack, he would slit his throat. Wondering how the battle was going, Ali looked around.
It seemed that the sandstorm had died down. Did his men find the caster and killed him? If they did, now they didn't need to worry about having sand in their face. He could see his men dying and the great number was slimming down. Damnit! That won't be enough to attack Pentheus if they're done with this battle. But there was something missing among the battle.
"Where's that b***h?!" Ali shouted out.
Where did the b***h go? He didn't see her among the battle or seeing her corpse (He would be very angry if someone killed her before him.) There was no way she would be running away from the battle. She wasn't the type to run away in fear. Not after fighting against her few times. So where the ******** she went?
"b***h! Where the ******** are you?" Ali shouted again. If that b***h didn't show herself, he would have to slit that fool's neck and go search for her. He didn't like playing Hide and Seek.
With the sandstorm dying down, it became much easier for the thieves to hunt down the caster. As they looked around, they spotted one of their comrade talking to what appeared to be an overgrown lizard. What was that boy doing? They didn't know. But seeing that frowning look on the boy's face, it looked like the boy couldn't kill that lizardman. Well, if the boy was unable to do so, they might was well do it for him.
The thieves rushed toward him. As they ran, they split into three, each one heading in different direction. If the boy decided to help them, then they had that lizardman surrounded.
Two thieves pulled out their daggers as they raced toward the sides of the lizardman. The third thief pulled out his knives and threw them, heading straight toward the bard's back before he pulled out his daggers and rushed forward.
When the brigade received his hand axe, he noticed something flying toward him. Fearing that he would died the same way as his buddy was, he swung the hand axe, knocking the javelin off its course. That wyvern rider was not going to kill him the same way.
When the storm died down, he heard one of his comrade screamed in death. Looking around, he saw his buddy flew to the ground, clinging onto the javelin that pierced his chest. Irritated by that flying pest, he threw his hand axe again, doubling its force to cut down its wings.
With the sandstorm dying down, the mage saw cat spotted him. This wasn't good. He had to finish the spell before that cat would come to him. Flickers of lightning skirted among the sand as he quickly chant his spell. He could see the cat charging forward at him in great speed. Could he finish his spell in time?
Fearing for his life, the mage took two steps back. When he finished his spell, he threw his hand up toward the cat, releasing his thunder at it. Did he got the cat? He wasn't sure. But if not, then he had to get away. Not daring to see what was the result, the mage hurried toward the now smaller group of brigade. He could use them as his shield while he could cast his spell. He hoped that he would be fast enough to get there.((s**t post is s**t post. I'm running out of ideas here.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 1:57 pm
Ok, this brigand that had a thing for tossing his hand axe at Zeiss was now pissing him off. Flying up higher, he moved away from the hand axe, then brought out his Steel Lance, and dropped down at that brigand to catch him off guard, and pierce his chest, to ensure that he wouldn't be tossing his hand axe at him anymore.
Now then...the rest of the brigands around him would close in, so the best thing to do was wait for them to get close, to play chicken with them, and bring them over to a sword user in the battle field...Zeiss recalled seeing one there in the battle on their side.
So, keeping an eye on the brigands, Zeiss stayed close to the ground, but starting to head in the direction of Oujay, keeping sure that if they tried to jump him, they would only end up to be scewered by his Steel Lance.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 8:14 pm
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • The attack hadn't hit, but it made the bandit fall to the ground! Ephraim was familiar with strategy and tactics himself and recognized the opportunity to end a difficult enemy when it came. When the dark-skinned man hit the ground, Ephraim pulled his lance back and prepared to thrust the spearhead down into the troublesome foe. However, a sudden handful of sand came rushing at his face and caused him to flinch and back away.
The next thing Ephraim knew, he was on the ground with a blade at his neck. He had no idea how the man had done that! It was almost like Ephraim had been puppeteered! He glanced over and saw his lance not too far from arm's reach, but knew that if he wasn't careful, this guy would kill him.
When the man began to look around, presumably for Deborah since it seemed that he was calling for her, Ephraim slowly moved his arm and could feel the edge of the shaft with his fingertips. He worked the weapon closer and was able to completely grab it with his hand. But just because he had the weapon didn't mean that he could get out of the situation he was in. It seemed like the man was going to kill him if Deborah didn't show herself. Ephraim had no idea where she was or if she was still alive. If the man was going to go ahead and kill him, then Ephraim would have to strike him by surprise.Behind the raging black bandit, the corpse of a bandit lay motionless. The fool was so focused on finding Deborah that he expected her to be out in the open for some reason. But the Learanian captain was not blind. She could see him and knew that he held a blade to Ephraim's neck. She was not deaf, either. When the man told her to come out, knew figured that he was using Ephraim as a hostage. If she didn't show herself, he would probably kill the lancer. Something had to be done about that.
The corpse began to move slightly and was then quietly overturned. Deborah grabbed her spear and crept to her feet without making a sound. Detecting her would be impossible. Hunting was what she had been raised to do well. She knew how to remain hidden from the prey. She faced the man's back. He was oblivious. It was time to strike.
Deborah darted forward instantaneously. She made little noise, but the noise she did make could theoretically tip off the man. She gripped the spear closer to the tip and when she was in striking distance.... anticipated that the man would turn and swing at her, by moving to block any incoming blade. The blade would be forced down and pinned with her boot. With her free hand, Deborah reached back, then slugged Ali right in the face with enough strength to send him flying to the ground, were a rock would break his fall. "I tink it best if ya just shut up for a while, boy."
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 4:43 pm
Super Awesome Swordsman;
Jaren Degriess!
I'm the HERO of JUSTICE LOVE ME!  The myrmidon's tiny mind made a valiant attempt of processing the fact that Ganon wasn't actually wearing a costume, before simply blocking out the memory of the snake-man ever trying to explain to him that it was his actual skin. Honestly it was probably better to keep him in his fragile little world, imagine if it was shattered on him! Why he'd probably end up locked in an insane asylum babbling about Cat-People and Snake-Men (God forbid he end up in the same cell as Melethia).
What Ganon said made a lot of sense though and the spunky myrmidon couldn't help but smile back (How can a costume smile? ... this thought was blocked out immediately.) at Ganon as he called him Hero, there was nothing Jaren wanted to do more then go over and help Ganon. But Drake had prepared him for this kind of situation.
"That was my halloween costume," He pouted "I worked hard on it and nobody liked it, but I guess thats not important right now... Ganon the little girl was part of a conspiracy. Drake told me so! See Learania just wanted an excuse to go and scout in Sentria, I mean wasn't the kidnapper part of the guild? Thats what Drake said, And whats a Ravioli? And that fat guy was just trying to defend his home and his copious amounts of women, when we showed up."
Jaren's mind was completely set in stone nothing was going to be able to sway him from this path that Drake had set him on, there were only two people on the Continent that could convince him otherwise, one was on the bandits side, and the other was currently in a great amount of pain on a ship. After Ganon's super cool guitar turned into a super cool chain-scythe thingy the bard said something curious, "Bandits? These arn't bandits, this is the Learnian Liberation Force other wise known as The League of The Heroes of Justice, we're going to get rid of the evil guild captain Wrath! Here look! I'll take you to Drake and you guys can talk... ooo but they might not let you come with me if you're awake, Ali said not to trust the Learnians, so I'm just going to knock you out okay Ganon? Then you can talk to Drake when you wake up and help us!" Jaren smiled at the Reptilian-Man. The next moment, still smiling he was running towards him, his sword up defensively in case Ganon struck first as the Myrmidon tried to close the distance.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: Tue Aug 03, 2010 4:58 pm
Ganon sighed, closing his eye for a moment at Jaren's tirade. "You're deluded," he murmured, turning and whipping the heavy weight on his chain in a circle. Jaren's charge only brought forth another sigh of disappointment. "Fine, then. If that is how it must be."
The kusarigama is a waiting man's weapon. It is the weapon of one who would let his target make the first move, and would then use that to incapacitate his foe. Jaren charged with his sword raised, and Ganon suddenly swung his arm out, throwing the weighted end of the chain at Jaren's shoulder. As the chain whipped away across the reptile's palm, Ganon swung his arm right, then left to create a kink in the chain, which would cause the chain to wrap around Jaren's sword. As soon as the chain reached Jaren, Ganon immediately closed his hand around it and pulled back hard, whether it had successfully ensnared Jaren or the chain or both. He chose not to use the scythe, but instead held it in his hand so that he could defend with it if need be. His elbow would suffice as a bludgeon, if necessary. "Would you give up this foolishness? We did no such thing! Whoever this guy is, he's using you!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 5:01 pm
"b***h! Where da ******** are yo?!" Ali shouted as he looked around, trying to scan any glimpse of the b***h to pop out. He would walk around to search for her. However, the idea of her jumping out from boulder or ruins and attacked was a bad idea; therefore, making him wanted to stay away from them. He didn't want to be taken advantage like the last fight they had. Her and that s**t magic lance. Where did that b***h get that ******** weapon? He had no ******** clue. But if she was thinking of pulling that same s**t again...
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Ali quickly looked down on the ground, fearing that the b***h would use her magic lance on him. s**t! He didn't want to be sunk into the ground as if falling into a quicksand. It would be a b***h to fight when being stuck. However, the ground didn't sink at all. All he saw was the lancer under his foot, looking back at him. Ali blinked for a moment before tough look grew back in his face.
"Fool! What da' ******** are yo lookin' at?" Ali shouted as he raised his sword. He had nearly forgotten about that idiot below him. Probably because he was too occupied about that b***h. But before he could bring down his weapon, he suddenly hear a scuffle behind him.
Wondering what the ******** was that, Ali turned around to see the b***h charging at him. s**t! Where did that b***h come from?!
Not letting the b***h try to take him by surprise so quickly, he swung his weapon at her. However, the b***h countered his attack. The next thing he knew, the b***h's fist met his face.
There was a sudden blackout in his mind along with a powerful pain in his cheek as he was flying toward the ground, dropping his weapon yet again and making him stumble off the lancer's body. Suddenly, the back of his head felt the sharp sudden pain. The rock may had broken his fall. But however, the rock had broken more.
Sliding off from the rock, Ali laid unconscious on the ground with blood steeping out from the back of his head. Nice going b***h, you made the bandit leader having a head concussion. Now who would take control of the now small scattered group of bandits while Ali was knocked out?
Meanwhile, it seemed that the Jaren boy was on their side. That should make thing easier for the three thieves. While the knives that the thief had threw in earlier continue to soar toward the lizardman's back, three of them were charging at him in three different directions, daggers readied to slice his scaly skin.
When the wyvern rider pierced his lance into the brigade's chest, the others tried to attack him. However, it seemed that the rider had managed to dodge their attacks as the axes slammed into the sand. Seeing that the wyvern rider was flying close to ground, they began to chase him, unknown that the flying unit was heading toward his comrade.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 11:05 am
Epimetheus and Mendeleeve   People should know better than to think they have acheived their victory. Unbeknownst to the Learanian army that had pushed the war back to Sentria, bandits were not the only enemies they should have been worrying about. It had been a long travel, through swamp and then desert, but the final army of the battle had finally arrived- the army that would end the battle.
Over the dunes off in the distance, two horsemen appeared, one in red and the other in green. They surveyed the field ahead of them and found themselves surprised that there was even a battle going on. They had not expected Learania to have made it into Sentria. But while one looked on sternly, the other only smirked, knowing the course of action to come.
"Must be rienforcements to the Serpent Fang's force. Looks like they've gotten themselves into quite the predicament with Learania." The red-armored, more vigousous of the two said.
The other glanced at him, then back to the field. "The rienforcements would have easily defeated Learania in a simple battle based on number and might. Coniving tactics have come into play, here. These worthless axe-stumbling brigands have fallen right into a trap." The green-armored commander sighed.
The other laughed. "You talk like this is a bad thing, Mende! Who cares if a few bandits die along the way to our victory? They've drawn out some Learanians, so let's go kill those sons of bitches!" The horseman pumped his fist in the air, then reached for his axe.
Mendeleeve glanced to his partner's side and saw him grabbing his axe. "Stand down, Epimetheus..." He folded his arms, then shut his eyes. "If they managed to spring a trap once, we cannot say that they cannot do so again. ...That said, and trust me when I say I am greatly baffled and troubled by this, I... agree with you." Mendeleeve's eyes flipped open to reveal a sinister glare, a glimpse of a hidden self beneath the mask of taciturnity. "We will send out a small brigade of cavalry ahead of our infantry. Their fate will determine if any traps remain. There is no need to send out our full force, that would only clog the field. And if something interesting should happen... then I suppose we could enter the fray, ourselves."
Epimetheus blinked when his partner said he agreed. It didn't happen much. And the remark that really should have insulted the hotheaded horseman went completely over his head because of the shock. With the closing of his partner's words, Epimetheus grinned and let out a big "HA!" before releasing the grip on his axe and let it stay by his side. "Alright, It's not much of a promise, but I'll take it! Soldier! You heard Mende... give the order! Let's let Learania know we've reached them by land."
The soldier followed his order and soon a small brigade of cavaliers, ten or so, lined up in front of Epimetheus and Mendeleeve. A horn was then blown and a very distictively low, ominous tone boomed through the battlefield. Those who looked would see the cavaliers charging down the dune. If they looked to the top of the dune, they would see soldiers beginning to appear over the sand. More and more surrounded the two still horsemen at the very top, then began to charge down themselves.
The dark sheet of of the Mordachean army revealed that their size was Fifty. Times. Larger. Than the Learanian force ahead of them.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 2:28 pm
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Right when Ephraim was about to surprise the bandit leader with a sudden lash of his lance, the man looked down at him. Ephraim froze completely, hoping the man wouldn't notice that he had grabbed his weapon. But apparently it didn't matter if he had or not. The bandit lifted his sword and was about to swing it down. The guy wasn't going to slit Ephraim's throat, he was going to cut the lancer's head off!
However, before the blade came down, the dark-skinned man was attacked by none other than Deborah! Ephraim watched in shock as the man was punched and knocked down. He leaned up and saw that the bandit wasn't moving anymore, but it seemed that he was still alive. Ephraim sighed, then felt his neck. Having that blade up by it wasn't exactly comfortable. As the captain's shadow was cast upon him, he looked up and grinned. "Thank you. I guess I wasn't prepared for him..."Deboah looked down at Ephraim then helped him up. "Don' feel bad. Against me, he was reckless and blind. Against you, he was actually determined. It was cuz of you dat I beat him." She brushed off some sand that had latched itself onto her when she had used the bandit corpse as a hiding spot, then looked at over at the fallen man. "No matter what he do, he always end up makin' his life worse... Dis time I'll take him as a prisnah. Maybe he can turn himself around in Learania."
Just then, a horrifying sound echoed in the ruins. Deborah's eyes widened for she knew that sound already. A jerk of the body sent her facing out to bare witness to the arrival of the immense Mordachean army! "No... not here, not now! Damn it...!" She looked around and saw that her soldiers as well as the surviving bandits had stopped fighting to gaze at the arriving army from Mordache. The contented smiles of the brigands gave them speed as they fled to the side, seeking the ruins and rocks as shelter.
Some of the soldiers gave chase, but were stopped by Deborah. "Leave dem! Retreat! Get back to Learania!!" Her plan had worked, but it was all for nothing now, thanks to Mordache. She had to face that if they didn't retreat, they would all be killed. Even at the pace they could go, they might not make it far enough before they were overcome.
The soldiers began to frantically run for their lives, urging everyone else to run as well. One soldier helped a companion limp along as he came up to Deborah and informed her that he was too injured to walk. "Look for a man wit a wyvern and tell him tah take dis man. If ya can't find him, den just hurry dah best ya can! Hurry and go!" Deborah dismissed them, then went back to helping other soldiers and making sure nobody alive was left behind.
By then, the cavalry was already upon them. Deborah ducked from a lance as one tried to cut off her head. She growled, then focused on taking down the others. It was her duty as Captain to make sure her troops could get away. One came at her and she used her spear to slash off the arm of the rider from a distance as he passed. As another came, Deborah siced the legs of the rider's horse, sending it and the rider trampling to the ground, along with another cavalier that the horse had knocked into.
As she fought, Deborah eventually found herself near Ganon. His presence gave her an idea. "Scaley!!" she called to him. "Use ya instruments tah boost our speed!" She blocked a cavalier's attack and prepared for it to come back around. "Get everyone outta here! GO!!" She was called back into the battle as the cavalier had come back. Sense of time became lost to her as she focused on holding off Mordache so that her army and the guild members to escape.After the order to retreat, Ephraim had gotten separated from Deborah as he helped some of the soldiers begin to flee. He couldn't believe this was happening. He had been known to pull off miracles in battle before, but he knew full well that this was something they could not win. And throwing away their lives in the war so early on would just be pointless.
As Ephraim ran, he looked back to see that the cavaliers had caught up with them. That meant the enemy soldiers weren't far behind. They had to hurry or they wouldn't make it. The lancer let some of the Learanian soldiers pass him by, then took down one of the cavaliers when it got too close for comfort.
Eventually, he reached the top of a dune along with some of the other Learanian soldiers and guild members. He looked around but didn't see Deborah anywhere. "Captain Deborah? Deborah?!" Ephraim looked down at the ruins and saw her still fighting as the Mordachean army was closing in. "Why is she still out there?! She'll be killed!" The lancer began to run out, but was stopped when a soldier grabbed his arm."Don't! She's staying so that we can get away! If you went to help, it would just be more who would die! I know it's hard, but we have to respect her orders and get away while we can!" "But..." Ephraim growled lowly. "You're right, I know... Let's hurry. These wounded can't go quickly without us carrying them." Ephraim put his arm around an injured soldier and helped to carry him back to Pentheus. He glanced back once, then shook his head and kept going. "....Damn it."
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 7:15 pm
Oujay had not realized he did one of the worst things you could possibly do on the battlefield. Let your guard down. And because of his own mistake on the battlefield it will cost him dearly. While the mercenary was about to place his vulnerary back into his pocket, he was quickly stopped by a sudden struck of pain along his back. He had not idea where it was coming from as he fell forward onto his face and dropping his vulnerary once again.
He had no idea what could have possibly caused him to be in so much pain. Suddenly it struck into his head, a realization of what could it have been. "What an idiot I am," he thought as he slowly turned his head. The answer was looking right back at him with a evil grin and a bloody axe in his hand.
The careless mercenary was attack from behind by a bandit. Just another troublesome situation for him to try to get out of. A lot of people seem to be coming from behind today. Now how was he going to get out of this predicament. He was still holding onto his sword, that would help him a lot. He checked again to see that the bandit was standing close to him. Unfortunately, he ran out of time to figure something out as the bandit was getting ready for the killing blow. Oujay would have to think fast.
The bandit suddenly lost his balance and fell onto the sand as Oujay used his own legs to trip the brigand. Using his sword as support, he quickly got himself back onto his feet as he endured the pain on his back. While he was getting up, he noticed his view of the battlefield was getting clearer. It seemed like th sandstorm had finally subsided. This made it a lot easier for him to fight as most of his enemies were axe users.
He turned around with his sword in both hands to see the bandit was already back on his feet. The bandit seemed angry, probably because he missed his chance to already kill the swordsman. The bandit charged directly at his opponent. Oujay easily parried the axe and lunged his sword at the brigand's open chest. The bandit lumped to the sand as he was defeated.
Oujay reached towards the ground as he picked up his vulnerary. He had taken the vulnerary for granted as he was now glad that he retrieved his healing item back from the thief that almost ran off with it. He shall now treasure every healing item he has from this moment on. Though the vulnerary won't fully heal his wound, it will at least lessen the injury. On the bright side, Oujay now has an awesome battle scar on his back. Though the downside of the awesome battle scare will be a terrible stain on his shirt.
After Oujay used his vulnerary, he heard a sound from the very distance. He turned his head towards the direction where he heard the low horn blowing. His eyes widened in fear as he saw an army coming towards them. This was in no way possibly good for their side. He suddenly heard the captain call a retreat. Soldiers were quickly beginning to retreat and Oujay would have to also.
He took one look as he saw cavaliers quickly closing in. Oujay knew he shouldn't stay back and help. With his injuries included, he would already have a hard time fighting against enemies using lances. He began to run with the rest of the soldiers as they retreated back towards Pentheus. Oujay nearly tripped as he crossed the sand, but a soldier caught him before he hit the ground. "Thanks," he said to the soldier as they continued on with the retreat.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 8:45 pm
Ever since Lugh arrived he hadn't had a chance to really support people from the side lines since people were getting hurt badly left and right. The heal staff he had with him was just near broken as well. A few more uses and the gem would definlently shatter into a million pieces.
Aagh! Will they let up! Seriously! The sage did not have that much uses left on the staff! Lugh let out a low growl and pulled the Elwind tome out once more, clearing the path in front of him just as the order to retreat was issued. He was standing near the back and a path for the retreating officers would be most helpful.
Several of the soldiers had managed to get past him but if the green sage could help it, he tried to prevent any of the enemy units from getting past. With the help of the soldiers still in good shape he managed.
The tome closed shut with a soft 'thud' and Lugh turned his heel, following the rest of the group back to the town which they had come from.
((Its a bit on the bland side, so excuse me for that =x))
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 9:51 pm
 Damnit! How the hell could beorc fight like this?! Rajin thought after he gave a Tiger Punch to one of the bandit, knocking the fool out cold.
It was not easy for the tiger to fight in this current form. It made him feel like he was carrying that artifact back in Pentheus all over again. Sure, he didn't need to worry about being careful since the vase was broken and he wasn't carrying fragile items. However, the problem was the injury on his back. Although the bleeding on his back had stopped, it would take few minutes for the wound to fully closed and healed. His wound still ached and pained him whenever he dared to move his arm around. Looked like he had to wait a while before he could transform again. Damn, if only there was a healer nearby, then he would be able to tear these bastards to pieces.
He took a step back when the bandit swung his axe, nearly cutting his chest. The tiger then took a step forward, grabbing the bandit's armed arm with one hand before delivering another hard punch to the jaw. But after he jabbed the bandit, Rajin winced loudly before pulling his arm back to his side. Damn, that was smart! He had hurt himself again by punching him with an injured back. But what was he to do when he was unable to transform? He hoped that the blue cat could finish up with the rest of the bandits. Rajin couldn't finish beating these punks out in his current condition.
Just then, his ears twitched when he heard a strange sound. From what he had heard, it sounded like a horn. What the hell did that mean? The tiger looked around until he spotted something that was moving down the dune. He narrowed his eyes to see what was moving before he realized what he had saw.
"s**t!" Rajin cursed loudly. It looked like there was an army heading their way. And based by the colors of their armors and the banners over their heads, it looked like it was those Mordachean troop.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps moving around him. As he looked around, he noticed that the bandits were running away again. What the hell? Where were these bastards running?
"Hey!" Rajin yelled at the bandits. There was no way he was going to let them run off so easily. But before he could sprint, his ears twitched again when he heard the black woman ordered them to retreat.
Retreat, she said? Was she saying that because of those Mordachean punks? No way. Rajin wasn't the type of fellow who would retreat from a fight. He was the type who would beat these living shits to nothing and be done with the fight.
But when he looked back at the army that were heading toward him, the tiger saw that there were more waiting at the top. s**t! How many were there? It was hard to tell with so many being all cluttered together. However, it seemed to make sense why that woman ordered a retreat. With a group of survivors they had right now, there was no way they could survive another round. Also, his wound was not fully healed up. If he was going to stay and attacked, there would be a chance that he would be injured again.
Disliking the idea of retreating but having no choice, the tiger turned around and ran, having one arm closed to his side. He could hear that the cavaliers were moving in closer as he and the troops were running. Damnit! Could they outrun them while retreating? He had no clue. If only he could spot a healer running in the same direction as he was, maybe he could ask the healer to heal his wound. Oh well, it looked like he had to rely on his healing ability to heal his wound. After all, the beast tribe were able to heal their injuries faster than the beorc... However, the power of those beorc healers would be really great for this situation.
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