"Not this time, not this time." Ofelia could see from the corner of her eye that Rep was being ganged up on. She didn't worry, either he'd go down and his loyal dogs would get to him and get him safe or else he'd come out swinging and amazing. She had her own work to do on this beast that was ignoring her, calling her names, and even though the runes on her weapon were ready for action Ofelia simply preferred to strike. "Down, down."
redheaded, one-eyed hunter wielding a set of blades knuckledusters. loud, proud, oddly properly attired for the current temperature levels hates horsemen with a passion and unafraid to show it. slightly more biased towards students, perhaps
+ Life Hunters gain one free heal they can use whenever in battle. Trainees roll 2d8-4, Intermediate 2d10-4 , Full Hunters 2d12-4.
"Jesus ********, they are everyw - whoah!" Melvin jumped back, watching the barrier break as a white horse slashed at him. What the hell?!!! They all seemed to have renewed energy and were just out to tear them apart.
Glancing at Jerry, he knew that if he wanted to live, he needed to keep the Sun alive to kill everything. Moving over, he touched his shoulder, giving him a slight charge of energy. It wasn't much, but it was what he was capable of right now. "Hope that helps, man."
Yep, that bear was still rampaging about, still attacking the hunter and likely saving the zomboil from being attacked himself. The hunter had fallen to the ground to shoot at the large bear again.
Another hunter appeared to be trying to do some healing.
Alex just gave a little kick of his skeletal foot to the hunters leg because too much going on at once not sure if wanting to get between bear and hunter.
Jing could feel it, the weightlessness that came with falling. A kind of serene sensation that said all was fine, all was at peace. It conflicted with the afterimage of the smiling face as he plummeted down the depths.
A sudden twitch of his leg brought the horseman back to reality. The sensation of stone floor rubbing against his cheek was like a dream. There was a floor, there was his sister next to him. All was right. at least after a cursory glance, it was. the fight that continued to brew from the lull woke his senses, danger ran rampant. "Looks like break time is over sister, and we didn't even get our tea, shame." he mentioned dryly, clicking his tongue and summoni8ng the bow back into hand. "Well, im not dead yet as you can see, sister."
Ying was already moving toward an opponent, clad in hide and horsetail. He chose the better option of attacking from afar, pelting an arrow toward the same target.
Jing IS ATTACKING (Melvin)
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Your Character's HP: 40/40
Fear/ Charges used: 0/2 Bonus Battle Effect: horsemen are rolling 2d8-4, can activate their "mount" form and roll three turns of 2d12 - 6, Runic Items OR Artifacts used: N/A Distortion used: Write here if applicable: Individuals attacking Jing: 1 2 3
Damage / Healing / Defending done: 4
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 2:08 pm
SEEKING DEFENDING TARGET. QUOTE IF YOU NEED ME PLZ 'CAUSE I CAN'T TELL WHO NEEDS A HAND.
"Man, these things are the same as always." Cass grumbled underneath her breath as the damn things launched upon them again at the urging of the Horsewoman standing before them.
Which meant she needed to make sure everybody got home. Everybody would get home if she could help it.
Your Character's HP: 60/60 Fear/ Charges used: 0/3 Bonus Battle Effect: - Moon Boost (Hunter level +3, used 1/3 times)
Runic Items OR Artifacts used: NA Distortion used: NA Damage done:
Ying whinnied, growing even more infuriated by the blonde hunter. Not only was he helping another one, he was completely ignoring her attacks.
That wouldn't do. She stomped and huffed around him, but couldn't seem to get a hit. "Shoot straight," she commanded Jing. For whatever reason, she wanted this hunter dead.
No, it wasn't just this hunter. She wanted them all dead.
Ying is attacking Melvin 2 Turns Left @ Berserk
Your Character's HP: 40/40 Fear used: 0/1 Bonus Battle Effect:beserk mode | medea's blessing Runic Items OR Artifacts used: n/a Distortion used: n/a Damage / Healing / Defending done: 0
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Ying looks like this. Currently in mount form, a white horse with saddle that looks something like her dress.
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EVA IS DEFENDING REP
...Ah, crap.
Eva bristled when she realized that her previous opponent was now going for Rep which--considering the condition of his shield--was pretty damn concerning. Rushing forward, the young women carefully wedged herself in in front of the redhead, turning to offer him a friendly grin.
"Hi there, don't mind me." She wasn't the best defender around, but at the very least, she would probably be able to fend off a few hits until someone got here to bandage him up.
Your Character's HP: 46/50 Fear/ Charges used: 1 Bonus Battle Effect: Death Intermediate: -2 to damage taken Runic Items OR Artifacts used: N/A Distortion used: N/A Defending for: 4
The bear gave him a feral grin and roared in response. Battle cries were immensely fun, you see, especially for War Clan.
As the hunter turned his dragon-cannon-thing towards him once again, Shik gave one last hurrah as his favored form and swiped with a large paw, taking the small blast with savage glee. Could Hunters get separated from their weapons? Could he bite through the boomstick's metal? He wished he could find out.
REP IS HEALING HIS OWN a** With not for. He could live with that. Together. "Like you could." he crooned playful despite the steadily mounting odds against them. He'd missed him. "But awright. Take the world with us."
Speaking of mounting odds, the two very quickly found themselves at the center of a rather awful dogpile. Harrison had the horsewoman covered but there were others and they looked rather intent on getting hold of Rep. He brandished Tracey defensively but it was to little avail.
Mahir made him recoil, the insect like traits of the horseman more than a little worrying after the amount of times he'd found himself head to head with famine. His attack landed hard against his fear shield. And the dog looked undeterred even by the hit he'd managed to somehow land. It was getting desperately crowded around the two of them and things were getting more than a little tense, maybe that whole dying thing wasn't so out there after all.
"Aye I'm ******** mad. I am going to ******** make dog steaks out of you you furry little s**t." he snarled.
But there wasn't time for BBQ as Nirva joined in aswell and Rep very quickly found himself in very hot water.
"I'll kill you all in a minute."
He healed himself first.
Stats: Name: William Reid Faction: Hunters - Sun HP: 21/50 DMG : Healed for 16 Charge: 3/3 Effect: Sun Intermediate +2 dmg Items : Runic Bandages - Unused, Waves of Oceanus - Used Appearance : Loud, arrogant
human with vibrator red hair and a nasty demeanour,
The war horsewoman was becoming steadily and steadily more irritated, if at all evident by the way her feathers were ruffled up. With a sound of disgust in the back of her throat she landed in a crouch, staring up at from her position with glowing golden eyes.
And then a slow smile creeped it's way across her face before she launched herself forward in a fury of beating wings. If she couldn't cut her way through the hunters that defended him, she would just barge right on past them.
Getting past woman hunter who had placed herself in front of the one she wanted successfully, Shaheen's dagger once more flashed in her hand and she slashed out with a delighted his of satisfaction.
That was much better.
SHAHEEN IS ATTACKING REP Your Character's HP: 40 Fear/ Charges used: 1/1-Y2 Battle cry-used Bonus Battle Effect: medea's gift-used mount form-used (from previous rounds) -4 modifier Runic Items OR Artifacts used: n/a Distortion 1-not using Damage done: 9
Another few slashes with his weaponlike arms. Little by little, the hunters were weakening. They'd be on their knees soon. The famine horseman continued to laugh in delight, as if he was filled with hissing cockroaches.
Mahir HP: 27/40 Fear/ Charges used: 0/1 Bonus Battle Effect: USED: Berserk mode, Medea's Blessing Runic Items OR Artifacts used: n/a Distortion: 1 +1 charges Damage done: 2 + 2 = 4 Appearance: Mahir is a Famine Horseman Sage afflicted with insanity. He currently looks like this.
Zhi had just shifted back to his humanoid form when the sudden attack came. One minute, the horseman was just standing there, and the next, he was on fire.
And obviously in the next second, he was rolling on the ground in an attempt to put out his flaming sleeves.
Twin axes vibrated in the air the gem dangling around her neck humming in time with them as the last of the fear faded from the crystal blue stone filling her next swings with biting cold and something that could only be called un-natural as the blades bit into flesh.
"You will not keep this one, no, try as you might we will rise again and again, and we will take what is ours!"
With that she brought down both her axes hard against the hunter.
"For that lovely blow earlier." She whispered just for Rep.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 2:22 pm
HARRISON IS DEFENDING REP.....s unconscious body. Sort of.
He raised B0nez, too slow, too late. They tore right past him, and there was a ripping sound, hard, wet noise of a broken shield, of a very human body under it...
He'd gotten optimistic. It was the invincible, impractical warmth that always washed over him when Rep and he fought, the fire of...something, camaraderie, friendship, love, that always sparked hot between them. Made him near-sighted.
Even in the cold and snow.
Even when Rep had been slowly, obviously, dying. from the pills. His shield getting weaker and weaker, the horsemen relentless, the attackers popping right back into existence, fresh, like nothing had changed.
He felt the fire when it went out.
The wine was back in his throat. He couldn't think straight. His stomach boiled. He stumbled backwards into the snow, half expecting when he threw the shorter blade out for balance, they'd catch in a waterfall of gold, heavy curtains.
They didn't hit anything. There was just air and snow.
And Rep's body.
Some distant part of him remembered he'd trained for this. Check for pulse. Breathing. Triage. Stop the bleeding, drag him off the battlefield- get something to induce vomiting, clear out the poison. What poison.
There wasn't any poison. It was just a dream. Monopoly money. Fake blue bills shuffled through his head.
He realized he was stooped ferally over Rep.
He examined the body in the snow. Just a dream. He used B0nez's shorter blade to tuck a lock of hair behind Rep's ear. The gesture was more exploratory than tender.
He looked at the Horsemen. There was something cold, distant in his stare. Something they'd almost be familiar with. Like they didn't matter. Like he was looking at something not very interesting or consequential. Less horsemen. More horseflies.
Harrison got up and brushed the snow off his arms. He turned over B0nez in his hand, checking the junky mass of circuits and the long, wicked blade. B0nez's empty eye socket stared at him, at full charge, cracking with power and the Fear of the Horsemen that had downed Rep. B0nez was yelling at him. The noise felt muffled. The feeling of loss was still there. Maybe it had happened a long time ago. Maybe he was 50, long-retired, dreaming of this night and letting himself refashion it. But it was a stupid exercise. There wasn't anything he could do to change it. Not personally.
Like in the battle, where Ofie and Rep had to save his a**. It'd been fine until he stepped in. Like now, where Dakota had it under control until he'd taken over. The moment he stepped to the plate, their luck turned.
That's what this was for. A lesson about being involved. If he backed off, if he did his job like he was supposed to, if stayed where he could watch, nobody would have to die. Like this, elbows-deep in battle and blood, his vision was limited. He was a shitty fighter. And everybody counted on him being far-sighted. Able to see the whole picture. Make the right calls. Then Rep and Jordan would be safe. He'd be safe.
He wondered when the blue, pulsing gem embedded in B0nez's hilt had gotten there. Or had it always...? He remembered it. It looked familiar. Like an eye.
Your Character's HP: 50 Fear/ Charges used: 0/2 (chrg: 3/3) Bonus Battle Effect: +2 defense buff Runic Items/Artifacts: Selene's Spyglass (doesn't sleep for 1 week out of the month) Defending done: Rep (+5)
The horseman meant to retreat? What was this nonsense? Mimsy made a desperate grab for his robes, trying to yank him back, feeling something akin to offense that he was no longer interested in a meeting of the minds.
Fine.
That left the dog.
"I have no reason to do so, unless you're willing to...donate...something else of yours?"
With a sneer, she jabbed Svensyl in her direction.
Mimsy's HP: 35/40 Fear/ Charges used: 0/2 Bonus Battle Effect: Life Bonus - 2d8 for healing once Damage / Healing / Defending done:
(I have to afk for a couple hours or so, apologieees ;; )
Your Character's HP: 40/40
