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 Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 1:22 pm
You know I can't slow down...
I can't hold back...
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 As Lance came free the first time, all he did was roar in rage. Thinking he had been caught by soldiers, they suddenly let go again, and Lance was about to charge at Rogvald again. However, the second time around he got grabbed around the waist, and he snapped back to reality. "Whoa, whoa, HEY!"
As if pure luck, an arrow barely missed him as the tentacle swayed for but a second. "Tymora's Locks!"
Lance had little time to contemplate his position before he was flung around like a ragdoll. As opposed to many other times however, he was focused at the moment, and managed to shift his weight around mid-air. For the brief moment he had a look over the scene before him, he quickly started to ascertain himself as to the situation. Gritting his teeth, he snarled loudly again. "Don't look down on me, old geezer!"
Finally landing, Lance opened his palms and placed both arms parallell to eachother behind his back, just slightly below his chest. As he skidded across the ground a bit, he quietly started counting down below his breath, as the started charging the magic within him equally at each palm. "Three...two..."
He threw a quick glance towards the new tentacles shooting out against him, but paid them little heed, as he was almost done. "One..." he continued, a bit louder than before.
Right before the tendrils reached him, Lance screamed at the top of his lungs. "LIFTOFF! JET IMPACT!"
Lance released the energy simultaneously at his palms, with the resulting force shooting him forward like a bullet, slightly lifting him off the ground as he yelled. Moving towards Rogvald, he shifted his hands around, just before the energy wore off, making him spin at a high velocity. He reached out his leg, aiming with his heel at Rogvald's head, hoping to score a very big hit with a more powerful kick compared to normal, with the added speed from his earlier, short flight. "I'LL SPLIT YOUR ******** SKULL OPEN, c**t!" He'd keep on coming at the former advisor until the old man was either dead, or Lance was.
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Though you know, I wish, I could...
You know there ain't no rest for the wicked... Until we close our eyes for good...
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 1:26 pm
As Rogvald shot tentacles her direction, Nino stepped back and prepared to cast another spell. All of a sudden, a familiar bishop dispelled the dark magic for her.
She smiled in Victoria's direction. "Victoria! Lend me a hand?"
Back in her element, Nino headed for Rogvald, preparing an incantation in her mind. She saw a spell come at him from the side. It was that one who had rushed him earlier...
She would continue to use light magic, of course... She attempted to distract him from the oncoming spell from the man by calling to him again. "Rogvald! Your fight is here!" She began to mutter an incantation and Sophos began to glow.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 1:36 pm
Rahkain was hanging back and staying close to the young nomad, whose name he had heard was Sue. He had left the battlefield with the group that was protecting the man called Rath. The guards and soldiers in front of them were being taken care of swiftly and he didn't see a need to throw himself directly into the fray. After all, he promised himself he'd protect the Nomad man, not all those other guys.
"Uh... My name's Rahkain." He said to the woman. "I'm a friend of Leon's. I'll make sure nobody gets close." He figured now wasn't the greatest time for an introduction, but the lady may as well know he wasn't an enemy. "I'm not as good as those guys, but I can still fend some off for ya." He said, motioning toward the heros. "Yeah... I'll be enough."
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 1:46 pm
"SKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!"
A shadow passed over the crowd as a deafening screech drowned out the sounds of battle. The Hawk King, a figure too notable to miss and too imposing not to suspect, at last came out from behind the scenes of the Resistance. He twisted through the sky, rolling as he banked downward, then righted himself and flared his wings, only narrowly missing Rogvald with his talons. Instead, he tore them through the ribbons of dark magic, his powerful natural weapons dispersing them instantly-- only to feel new ones return, before he could act, and wrap around his legs first, then his wings.
He twisted as they began to drag him backwards, toward the dark sphere. The second his talons touched the ground, he dug them in and strained forward, spreading his wings, and began to flap, pulling and straining against the intense pain of the spell.
A ribbon stretched, creaked, and suddenly snapped. The Hawk King began to flap powerfully, the wind from his wings throwing a few people to the ground as he slowly lifted off, snapping more and more of the tendrils off of himself, and suddenly he was airborne and free.
But the tendrils had selected their new target. They began to twist around in the air above the crowded square as Tibarn played what can only be accurately described as a high-stakes game of Snake, with the tendrils chasing him, mimicking his every twist and turn.
But it would give others time, even as they snapped at his tailfeathers. "Go! Take him!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 2:18 pm
Just when she thought she had tackled James from harm, she thought wrong. When she hit the floor with the king, she let out a cry of pain when the strips wrapped around her legs and arms, prying her to break her hold on the king. It stung so horribly painful, she had to bite to bottom lips to ignore continuing screaming. Now wasn't the time to scream in pain. She had to get rid of these tentacles and helped get the king out of harm way.
The paladin painfully looked over her arm to see if she could tear off the strip, only to find that it was dissolving into her skin. What sort of dark magic was this? She had never seen a spell act like that before. This was bad. How could she save James and herself if these strips dissolved when touched? Whatever it was, she had to hold onto the king. It was one of her first priorities as a knight.
Isadora held onto the king as hard as she could. But no matter how much she tried to hold him, the strips was causing her more pain and becoming stronger to pull her. She struggled as hard as she could, but she soon felt that her grip was starting to become loose.
No, I have to hold on. Isadora thought as she tried to pull her arm, trying to tear the strip. Just then, she saw something shine not too far from her and the king and within seconds, she felt the strips disappeared. Not only that, but the pain was gone too. What just happened?
"RUN! Isadora! Get them out of there!"Nino cried out. Isadora wasn't sure if it was Nino who helped her, but she had no time to figure that out. Besides, she didn't need to be told twice of what to do after those strips were gone.
Fearing that Rogvald would use his spell again, Isadora got up as quickly as she could. She could feel that her body was unstable after the torture Rogvald's spell had placed, but her adrenaline helped her keep moving forward.
"Sorry, your Highness." Isadora apologized as she picked up the boy. "But we have to get you to safety as fast as possible."
The Dame Knight ran as fast as she could, dragging the king with her. She had to get to her horse. Her horse might be able to outrun those strips if they got to her horse. If those strips were as fast as they were, then she would have to sacrifice herself to save the king's life. She hoped that the king had took horse riding lessons.
"Your Highness, get to my horse quickly!" Isadora shouted as she dragged the boy in front of her and pushed him toward her horse near the platform. Once she pushed him, she quickly turned around and pulled out her sword. Strips lunged forward as she let out a battle cry. She swung her sword at two of the strips, but few flew passed her to get to the king. Curses! If there were others with her, they would be able to prevent the strips from going after James.
The Dame Knight tried to cut another one while blocking some with her shield, but it seemed more strips appeared when one was cut. Curse that old git Rogvald! When this was done, Isadora would make sure that the scoundrel would suffer ten times greater more. The paladin continued blocking and cutting the strips until one of them wrapped around her sword arm. She let out a painful cry as another wrapped around her legs again. Isadora tried to cut the strips, but the strips wrapping her sword arm pulled, making her unable to cut any further. If no one nearby came and helped the paladin, she would lose her footing and be pulled into the hole where the spell came from.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 2:19 pm
Lend me your ear!
...Heed my words. ℜogvald
xxxxxAs the thief came, new strips flung at him, but tore apart from the power the thief had behind him. However, each touch still stung and left a scar that got worse with each strip that tore apart. And as the strips tore, new ones came forth as replacements, each one slowing the thief just a bit and decreasing the power he had. When the two light users purged the other strips, a bundle shot out from the black hole and collided with the thief, pushing him back and sending him flying at Nino and the bishop. He should have known he wouldn't be able to have any success alone.
xxxxxThe darkness would not reach the archsage, however, for they were cut apart by none other than the former crew himself, Tibarn. The ribbons spun around and sailed through the air after the hawk king, once he got away. They twirled about, seeking to latch onto the talons with their deadly grip. Tibarn was fast and so were the strips, but could only tail right behind the hawk. Tibarn was the deadliest threat at the moment and had gotten the attention of most of the ribbons. They managed to graze his feathers, but every time a strip got close enough to possibly latch on, their target darted in a new direction. The chase continued in the sky, when the bundle split. Half continued on, while the others proceeded to cut the hawk king off. The dark ribbons increased speed and desperately sough to latch the hawk and drag him in.
xxxxx"Fools! Fools, all of you! You cannot defeat the dark god's gift to me!! I shall make you all suffer!!" A hot stinging wind picked up and a dark aura spun around Rogvald and the black hole. The spell seemed to be increasing in power, very unnaturally, as if the hole was drawing in power to become deadlier. Nobody would be able to see the the wrinkles on Rogvald's face getting bigger and the meat on his bones decreasing in mass. They would become much to focused on the new jagged strips darting every which way, at anybody and everybody.
I advise you to listen. Not doing so could prove... deadly.
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Overlord of Night- Shadow
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 2:24 pm
Here was his specialty; a situation in which he would be the perfect counter. His vantage point was good; he had been watching the 'execution' - or, more accurately, murder - from the roof of the tallest house he could find. Renault would have interfered, if needed; but he hadn't been needed after all, and it seemed that the guild had everything under control. There wasn't too much killing; which was good, after all they were fighting others of their own troops. But then there was the familiar feel of magic, the sound of darkness ripping its way into this universe, of elder magic tearing a hole into the Void. Rogvald. Of course. He'd hidden the darkness well; Renault had mistaken it for his natural cruelty. But of course, as with much of the dark magic on this continent, his had a familiar taste...
Tendrils of magic ripped across the sky, grasping at soldiers and resistance alike and dragging them towards its maw. Gazing down upon this, Renault watched for a moment, waiting for the right time to strike. He couldn't just throw bolts in; he'd have to target the spell itself, weaken the structure, while keeping the others safe from both Rogvald's magic and his own. Difficult? Yes. But of course, he was trained for this. The Saint was... quite confident in his skills; as was the Lady Saint herself, as she had seen fit to give him this rank.
His eyes closed for a moment, reaching inside for that bright light that always glowed within, the spark that began all magic. It swelled, growing and channeling through his body, collecting in the great book he held and coalescing in the sky. This would be the first time he'd truly used Aureola... He'd held back due to the value of the artifact itself, but soon he felt that he might have to use it against something quite a bit stronger. He'd have to know how to control it.
Light shone down from the sky, concentrating into a beam that was focused upon the gaping maw in the fabric of the world. This was power that humans should not wield... it had to be countered with the pinnacle of human goodness and light. "Saint Elimine, bestow thy blessing upon thine humble servant... Thine light shines as the brightest stars, and thine love calms the heart of the most savage beast. Lend me thine strength, that I may protect all that which you love!" His voice paused for a moment, then continued, prayer heard by none but he himself... and perhaps another who always listened. "Lady Ashera, this creature is of chaos, corrupting the perfect order for which you strive; thy power is absolute and unforgiving, and I ask but that you assist me as well." His lips moved softly, chanting a stream of words in a language known to no more people than one could count on the fingers of one hand. Soft, yet melodic; the casting of a spell of light was not too different from the power of a galdr, though the songs of the herons were much gentler and kinder.
The light narrowed, slimming down into nearly a pinprick; and then it expanded, a torrent of liquid light pouring down to inundate the dark... thing. The Saint's eyes narrowed, sweat pouring down his brow as he fought to keep the magic in check. This tome had a strong purpose; it wished to destroy every bit of darkness that existed, and to that purpose casualties were acceptable; after all, it was but a book, incapable of thought of its own. But to destroy all of the magic would be to destroy those people caught by it; and so Renault focused all his power into keeping the light confined, a column focused only on the dark spell. This was all he could do; Rogvald would have to be someone else's responsibility, and he didn't know if he could cut off a spell of that magnitude again. Well, well. Looked like the old man was failing, hmm? Wasn't he supposed to have... oh, a bodyguard or something? Oh, right, that was Javelin. Haha. As if he would get in the middle of that fight for a freak like that guy. Nah. Rogvald was expendable, had been from the start. Of course, they hadn't bothered to tell him that. Better for him to think that he'd be saved if he got in trouble. Then he'd take more risks, get rid of some of these people. But he wasn't even doing that properly, was he? Even with that powerful tome he couldn't take down guild members. What a shame.
Javelin, of course, was seated comfortably on the ramparts, atop the main gate to the castle. Perfect vantage point to watch from; honestly, he could see almost the whole town from here; and he could be gone in a flash if he was observed. Of course, hiding his identity was always good; this Watch uniform was quite convenient. Or, well, he'd made it convenient; the body lying nearby showed where he'd 'acquired' it. But there was nothing to do now but watch. There wasn't any way to draw this situation back under Rogvald's control, so it was basically a lost cause; but of course, Javelin had to stay anyway. They couldn't have Rogvald being captured, oh no. Old man would sing like a lark under just the threat of torture. He wasn't any use without magic, really. So, if the guild captured him; and they might well do so, as he hadn't actually killed anyone important enough for them to be angry; Javelin would eliminate their source of information. In, one movement, out. And then back to report. Honestly, this job was too easy.
The man glanced down at the handful of crystals he held and grinned, though, slipping them back into the pouch at his side. Least their treasury hadn't been guarded~
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 2:41 pm
Nino looked up. Something had torn her attention from her incantation as she was overcome with emotion. It was Tibarn! She grinned broadly. She had missed him terribly... But this was not a reunion. He was attracting all of the tentacles. And there was that guy being thrown her direction. She blinked. "Gah!" She jumped out of the way. "Sorry!! That would have hurt!"
She directed her attention back at Rogvald. Now that the spell was concentrating on Tibarn, it would be easy to get closer...
Except that he was getting bigger. She thought he was ugly before--- That was nothing. And he said it was a gift from the Dark God. Was he simply speaking metaphorically? Perhaps he meant that Dark magic must be power from a Dark God... Or did that mean Loki was alive? Or... were there others, maybe? The black hole and the spell were getting stronger. "No! What is he doing?!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 2:44 pm
James
Take me home, to the land of my fathers...
Rogvald's initial attack was unexpected, to say the least. In spite of the commendable efforts of Lord Zeon, the first round of deadly ribbons were unimpeded in their assault on the young King. Thinking instinctively, with a shout of fear and surprised, he turned away from them, sweeping his glittering, frigid cape up to shield himself with one hand.
The funny thing about clothing and objects that once belonged to the most powerful sage in history...
The funny thing about those is that they tend to be pretty formidable themselves. The tendrils bounced off the cape with a powerful impact, disintegrating as a small explosion of conflicting magicks flung James through the air. He landed on the cobbles, groaning as the guild-- the very people who, under Rogvald's direction, he had shunned and oppressed-- ran to his aid. Everything was a bit of a blur as lights exploded behind his eyes. He'd struck the cobbles hard, and could feel a sticky wetness seeping through his hair.
A steady, pulsing ache began to lance its way through his skull, and he groaned. The roar of the crowd was muted by a ringing in his ears. He couldn't see what was happening-- though he became suddenly aware that his eyes were tightly closed, and struggled to make himself open them.
He stumbled to his feet as a gauntlet suddenly gripped his wrist, dragging him up off the ground and pulling him through the panicking crowd. Blood splattered across the street as a tendril ripped through an innocent citizen's chest, and James nearly slipped, his eyes wide.
"Your highness, get to my horse quickly!" He snapped suddenly out of his daze, and though his head still throbbed, and was still lightly bleeding, he turned.
"... No," he murmured, then more loudly, "No!" As if guided by a more experienced hand, pulling his body along with it, the young king suddenly drew his sword and ripped it through a ribbon of magic. "Rogvald is... my father," he growled, smacking another tendril away as it darted toward a young woman. "And my responsibility... and I cannot let him harm my people." He stumbled hard after his blade, which jerked to the right as if pulled by some invisible force, as a bolt of blackness darted toward him, and it shot just over his shoulder before he turned, eyes wide, and sliced through it.
"Whoa. I-- I'll stay!" he shouted, turning and slashing another tendril in half. "I cannot run. I will not!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 3:02 pm
→ → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → →
 The fighting had stopped just as Abel had clashed with another soldier. The order from the king had come. Abel looked up to the platform and almost didn't believe his eyes when he saw Nino standing on the stage! "Sue! It's Nino..! She came back!" The hero pulled his sword away as both he and the soldier, not to mention all the others around him, began to cheer. It was a good thing Nino showed up when she did. They were about to be totally blocked off from escaping by the soldiers that had come out of the barracks.
Of course, just when something good happens, something bad always has to follow. Rogvald went berserk and started to attack people. The citizens started to freak out again and once more there was calamity in the streets. The soldiers got to work trying to evacuate the area as best they could, which was all they really could do. Abel did his best to help out as well, and then things escalated to the point where those dark ribbons were even racing out at people on the streets! Before he do anything, one of them had pierced through a guard and was sucking him back into the void on stage. "Watch out!" Abel swung his blade, and a blast of wind escaped from it, shattering the wrappings on his sword as well as the ribbons that were headed at Sue. "What the hell are these things?!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 3:04 pm
I fight for honor, for justice, for chivalry!
That will always be my only reason...~x -{Leon}- x~Justice's Crusader When the negotiations broke down, Leon could not say that he was at all shocked. This wicked man never meant to solve any of the grievances he had with the guild, whether it be its former members that join the Resistance or the current ones, like Lady Isadora. He could only smirk. "It's 'bout time ya showed yer true colors! Now, let's see what ya can do!" And just as he was about to charge, Leon stopped himself.
The tome, the spell, and the tendrils that were whipping around were all bad news for someone like him, who had little to no resistance against spells. Leon cursed slightly, having Anri weave to avoid getting caught by the spell's menacing limbs. He sure didn't want to be pulled into that black hole any time soon.
Lady Nino shouted something. Get the King out of here, well, that was more than obvious. This battlefield was not the place for a young royal whom couldn't defend himself. He tried to speed up to rescue the lad, but it seemed like Isadora had it handled, at least until the spell's binds snatched her. Nino was able to free her once, but the dark magic was quick to snatch her again! "Milady Isadora, hang on!" He called, guiding Anri. All of the sudden, his fear of magic meant nothing when he went rushing to save his friend and teacher. It was as if the duel between them... the clash of their ideals had vanished in his mind, and he only cared that Isadora was safe For now, James was fighting for himself. Perhaps he was brave after all... and now, it was Leon's turn.
Would he make it in time? Having to keep out of the tentacles' way was hard, and it seemed like no matter how much he tried, he couldn't close in on her fast enough to use a weapon on the dark magic! "Let. her. GO." He said fiercely. Anri could sense his master's desperation, and took it upon himself to speed up. The steed would trust his master to what was happening above.
Although Anri's speed up came as somewhat of a surprise, but that merely mean that Leon's reflexes would have to get sharper as he closed in on where Isadora was being taken. With a single swing, he freed her, the sharp point of his iron sword just barely reaching the tentacles and separating the dame knight from them. "Lady Isadora! Are ya all right? We gotta get distance between us an' 'im! This close-range combat ain't doin' us any good!" Leon said, getting her up on the back of his own horse. "We'll make a tactical retreat, ain't that what ya call it? I'm sure the others're bright an' will figure out a way to bring 'im down!"
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ The defeated can rise again...
and fight for what is right!
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 3:17 pm
Some of the tentacles managed to latch on to him, but before he could make an effort to try to cut them off him, Nino had blasted the tendrils with light magic. He winced slightly from the touch as he glanced at his hand. Oh look, the glove had almost been melted cleanly off, and a fresh wound formed where he was grabbed. The wolf darted past him before chomping down on the strips, only to revert back to his humanoid form to tell the young lord to move. Roy blinked in surprise before falling back a bit.
"Get back, Mr. Wolf! They'll hurt you if you come in contact with them!" he called out.
Several lunged for them, but they seemed to cut really easily. As long as he got rid of the ones within his bubble, he wouldn't have to worry about coming into contact with them again. And so he hacked and slashed, covering who he could. Lance had gone reckless and challenged Rogvald all by his lonesome, only to be thrown towards the two magic users. They managed to evade though, as they couldn't be distracted. King Tibarn and others were helping out as well, which was nice.
Even with all the help though, things would get messy fast if they didn't do something about that black hole, which eerily seemed to be gaining in size and magnitude. It seemed like there was no end to these strips either. Rogvald needed to be stopped, or at least break his concentration. As his eyes flickered over to the former adviser for a mere instant, he saw a gruesome sight. Before the battle, he thought Rogvald was an ugly sonofabitch who should have worn a paper bag over his head. Now, the paper bag would not be enough to hide that hideous face. It seemed as if the magic was leeching away at his life force or something like that. If they let the magic kill off Rogvald, they wouldn't get the answers they needed, like where he had acquired a tome of that magnitude.
He began moving around the black hole, fending off the death tendrils as best he could while keeping his distance (THERE WAS NO END TO THEM! Dx). A beam of light seemed to be dealing some damage to the tendrils, but in all honesty, if destroying one resulted in more appearing, wouldn't that move just make a million appear?
Tch, if only he had his flame sword, or maybe if someone with magic tried getting a little fancy on pushing these tendrils back. As the saying went, kill it with fire.
Was the wolf following along with him? He glanced quickly over to the side to see. Maybe. There were just too many of these suckers now to tell.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 3:30 pm
You know I can't slow down...
I can't hold back...
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"Ueeck!"
As Lance ONCE A-FRICKIN-GAIN soared through the air, his peripheral vision caught out the figures of two women (well, one was closer to a girl than anything), and as he was about to crash into one of them, he quickly let out an Impact in the air to deviate his trajectory a bit. As he changed direction slightly, he flew past the two of them, crashing onto the ground. "Ow ow ow..."
As he looked up, he could see that the girl had jumped to the side. How heartless, letting me take all the damage alone! And I even went out of my way to change direction! Hmph. It was just luck that she didn't jump into his deviated path. Didn't matter, he supposed, was no point in bringing that up here.
Lance got up steadily, ears perked at the mention of dark god. "Huh. Where have I heard this before, hrm..."
He stepped up in front of the two women, eyes focusing on the old man and the black hole. The green haired girl was rapidly starting to freak out about the situation...if nothing was done, she'd just panic. Lance sighed, before straightening his back to look as imposing as possible. "Loli-mage. Cow tits." He said as he looked at Nino and Victoria, respectively. "I'm fairly strong. In fact, I'm really strong. My fighting style, both with my improvised techniques and my Magical coins, can take on pretty much any foe. But...embarassingly to say, the only magic I'm versed in is Neutral magic and Anima, none of which are strong against Dark magic. However...the two of you...both of you are good at it. In fact...you two might be the most powerful Light magic users in Learania."
He was ad-libbing by now. He hardly knew who these two were, or how powerful they were. But at the moment, he just needed the power of belief...get the morale up, or else they were screwed. "Combined with what I can do, this old geezer won't stand a chance against our tri-fecta. I'm not a very supportive or defensive type of fighter, but when it comes to offensive, there's no match for me."
Lance brought out a silvery coin. "If you focus a Light spell on this coin, it will gain that property. I'll then fuse it with my own, to make it into one awesome weapon. Sure, old ******** there has the 'dark god' on his side, but you know what? Doesn't matter. Because we're fighting for something we believe in."
Lance's eye twitched. The women couldn't see his face since he was in front of them, but he felt like he was sputtering idiocy. But that's what he needed. The two of them were the Heroic types. Idiots that believe in only a few things, and words inspiring such things would make them face any threat or danger. "We have the power of trust. Friendship. Justice. Love. In the face of that, the dark god is nothing!" Yech. Only simpletons like these two would take his words seriously.
He finally turned around to face them briefly, and held out his hand with the coin on top. Lance had regained his composure and his face was stern and serious. "Can I count on your support, so that I can go all out, not having to worry about my own safety, knowing you two will be there to help me?" He said as he waited for them to err, do his bidding.
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Though you know, I wish, I could...
You know there ain't no rest for the wicked... Until we close our eyes for good...
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 3:42 pm
Isadora struggled as she tried to break free of the strip's hold. The pain was throbbing horrible as the strips dug deeper into her limbs. She would have cut them off, but her sword arm was being pulled toward the black hole, preventing her to move. The paladin dug her heels into the ground, trying to hold her grounding from being pulled. While the Dame Knight struggled, she heard James informing her that he's staying.
"No! You have to leave now!" Isadora shouted. "If you stay and get caught, Learania will have no leader to follow!"
Flux! If only she wasn't bonded to these strips, she would have take the king and fled. However, she couldn't protect him. While the paladin tried to free herself, she saw James coming back to her, slashing the strips away. What was he doing? Was he coming to rescue her? Didn't he know it was her duty as a knight to protect him?
Before the paladin could protest, she heard someone shouting her name. Turning her head around, Isadora saw Leon charging forward at her. Was Leon coming to her rescue like James? Yes, he should be. Like herself, he was a knight and it was his job to do so too.
"Leon! Don't let them touch you!" Isadora shouted.
Within few seconds, the paladin was freed from her binding as Leon and the king slashed the strips away. Isadora quickly pulled herself away from the strips and prepared herself to fight back. If the strips could come back to get them, it wouldn't surprise her that they would do it the third time.
But the strips didn't come back. Instead, most of the ribbons were busy chasing something up in the sky. Wondering what it was, Isadora looked up to see a familiar being in the sky. It was Tibarn. Thanks St. Elimine he came to help them. With the ribbons focusing on the Hawk King, maybe they would be able to get Rogvald.
Isadora let out a whistle, signaling her horse to come to her. The horse heard her whistle and trotted to her. As she tried to get back to her horse, Leon helped her, giving her his concern.
"I'm fine Leon, but..." The Dame Knight's voice trailed as she turned to look at the king. Apparently, James had went off to confront Rogvald. She quickly turned to Leon. "I'm sorry, but we have to protect the king. It seemed that the king had already made up his mind."
Before Leon could speak even further, Isadora snapped her reins and followed James. As the paladin tried to catch up with the king, she looked up at the foe before them. Somehow, the black hole grew bigger than the last time she looked at it. In addition, she also felt that the air surrounding her was becoming more dense than it was before. Not only that, but did the former adviser became even uglier? Somehow, the power of corruption really did ruin a person's appearance. She was glad she was being corrupted by power.
Isadora swung her blade as the ribbons sprung forth at her. Even though most of the strips were focusing on Tibarn, it didn't mean the less were not. She had to help the King and protect him. He may fight, but he was not strong enough to fight against Rogvald. Surely, maybe with her and Leon, the King would be able to fight back.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 3:45 pm
Kiote Deliven
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Grave Yuion "Grave! Move you idiot!" Kiote yelled, much in vain, to get his friend to retreat from being a very large target. By this point, light magic could be seen flashing this way and that helping others out, but in all honesty Kiote didn't know if it was on spell or many. Of course, the light that was hailing from the sky down towards the mass was certainly an added help that Kiote wouldn't argue with. He might not have known much about tomes, but he could tell the light in the sky was a strong one, though so clearly was Rogvald's. Kiote shook his head lightly as he pulled several arrows from his quiver.
Kiote knew his arrows would likely be blocked by the strips of darkness attacking everyone, but he could at least.... scratch that. Kiote barely had time to pull his Caviel from it's sheath as several of the strips of darkness aimed at him. Kiote tore it down quickly as he jumped back, nearly falling from where he stood. Kiote's arrows, once drawn, fell to the ground harmlessly as Kiote pulled his bow across his chest. Kiote might have been in trouble if not for the fact that the darkness was focused on a very massive bird, of whom Kiote wasn't sure but Kiote was sure Grave knew. Regardless, this didn't matter much with Kiote still being attacked even with his distance from Rogvald. He wasn't moving anywhere anytime soon while attempting to defend himself from what few strips came his way.
Tibarn, Grave knew the hawk by name, but not by person. It mattered not as Grave nimbly dodged this way and that, constantly trying to keep Roy, as he was the only one left, covered. Someone had taken James not moments before, making this all a good deal simpler for Grave. Grave was focusing on one task at a time, and because of this he barely heard Roy yelling at him to back off, still referring to him as Mr. Wolf. 'You say that as if I don't already know that.' Grave thought without humor as he bit down on one of the strips of darkness. Grave's mouth burned, likely from the dark magic in Grave's mind. It was rather painful, but so far Grave was just dealing with it. This was not a place for him to fight.
Grave jumped back to where Roy was after having attempted to move back slowly. Moving slowly wasn't working, speed was all that was keeping Grave safe. Grave was starting to see why he was the only laguz, besides Tibarn, acting this close to the dark magic. He was the only one rash enough to help someone at this range. That, or Grave was just doing a crappy job of keeping track of all that was happening. Grave was certainly moving back by this point though, limping slightly from his previous wound as well as the pain caused by what strips got to him before he tore them away with his teeth.
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