Welcome to Gaia! ::

Clara Risna



Try to lay a hand on the things I care about...

The call of battle
The call of duty
They both mean the same.
x - [Leon] - x

As he and Anri charged, determined to get Aeolus to safety, the watchman's eyes noticed someone familiar at the wrong end of a head bandit and his lackeys' weapons. "Anri, quick, charge 'im!" Leon commanded. Anri responded to his rider by rearing up, and bringing his hooves down on Ali. The impact alone should be enough to stun him, not to mention the surprise of such a sudden blow. Reaching downward, Leon took Roy up on his steed, and begun to make a retreat with both the redhead and the newcomer in tow.

"Are ya all right, Roy? Ya gotta be careful!" Leon exclaimed, now having to keep his eyes out on both the young lord and the other rider to his side. It wasn't going to be easy to protect them when the bandits caught on and started to rush, but that wouldn't stop him. The only way these three, as well as anyone else in this battle was going to survive was by not giving up. "Can ya still fight, lad?" Leon asked Roy now, as they advanced. "It would do us a lotta good to have someone coverin' our backs! I can handle the front just fine!" He said, drawing his sword. Soon enough, the bandits would try and block their exit, that was a basic maneuver that Leon was ready to counter.

x - [Watch Lieutenant] - x
To always fight
For what is right
By my knightly name!

Ignis Draconis sum. Thema fabulae, thema apologi.
c** igne sacrō, Flametongue, (prō amicīs pugnō) prō pace volō.

Fire Dragon

When, as the previous FD post a few pages back had said (just so a timeline is clear), when the amorphous wave of bat lizards first became visible, the Fire Dragon had pulled back quite a distance towards the West Gate for aligning himself in such a manner that would maximize the number of creatures he’d be able to strike at with his Flametongue.

Which worked excellently! But so great was the number of bat lizards that even striking an impressive amount of them simultaneously didn’t cause a visible change in the number of them. There just seemed to be no end to them. Worse yet, just as the dragon seemed to be attacking many bat lizards at a time, many bat lizards were attacking him at once, as well. And he couldn’t fight them all simultaneously by any means. Those that attempted to attack his back and sides faced poor results: FD’s scales were fabulously tough. None were stupid enough to try attacking his head either, which was a one-way ticket to being incinerated by Flametongue. But those that went after his fleshier belly had far better results. Lacking protection of the caliber the rest of the Fire Dragon’s body possessed, his underside was a much more effective target, and their onslaught possessing an effective target on him, they quickly went from being pests to being a serious problem capable of inducing major pain.

With swarms of them against only one of him, he couldn’t expect to be rid of them all. But the tangible pain he felt from their attacks didn’t prevent him from trying. FD had tucked his head to try to aim a Flametongue at those tearing at his underbelly, but attaining an angle that would hit them was impossible, it quickly became apparent. He next tried swiping at them with his own claws to wipe them away, and while this was slightly more effective, it didn’t come close to ridding himself of them. And with their prolonged presence upon him, which brought with it prolonged pain of increasing intensity, the Fire Dragon was soon thrashing through the sky in frustration, splaying Flametongues haphazardly. At least the Flametongue was hitting enemies… although they also had the potential to hit allies who weren’t paying attention or didn't look out

DERRIN EX-MACHINA!!!!!!!


"Step aside girl!" Came the rough voice of another mage joining the fray. Derrin had run out of siege magic long ago, and had decided/been ordered to move to assist at the West Gate. He had his favourite thunder tome out and opened his other hand pointing upwards. "You all might want to step back" said again with a sadistic smile on his face.

As Iguldra had the hammer at the top of his swing a peel of thunder rang out, poor Iguldra was filled with metal at the moment thanks to the arrows Kiote had fired into him in addition with the hammer being pointed upwards... well it did more then even Derrin expected not just one bolt came down, but three drawn by Iguldra's hulking bulk they convened on the giant with a defening crash.

→ → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → →

Two bandits went flying back, knocking into another one. Two more bandits rapidly filled in the gap and shortly after clanged their axes against the horizontal broadsword. Abel pushed them back and then swung, cutting one on the back, who spun and chopped right into the other bandit's chest. Having a large sword was very useful in staving off numerous enemies at once. But while Abel dealt with his surroundings in a slower and more powerful way, Clara was managing on her own by killing one after the other as fast as she could. Opposite approaches, but hey, it was working. At least, it was for the time being.

The two of them were still surrounded even after felling quite a few of their enemies. If they couldn't get out, fatigue would overtake them and spell their ends. Just as Abel was beginning to feel the effects, a sudden spell boomed behind him. He turned quickly to see a bandit that had sneaked behind go down, while other bandits were knocked back. He had some reinforcements, after all! Abel scanned behind him and caught the sight of a purple robe that was very welcome. He smiled big as he raised his hand and formed a big thumbs up to match. "Good job, Akihi!!" With his spirit a little rejuvenated, Abel kept his smile and returned to fighting. The bandits around him were getting back up after being knocked down or jumping out of the way from the fireball. When they saw the smile, it left some demoralized and even intimidated. That is an advantage of confidence.

"Time to start turning this around! Yaah!" Abel jumped up and swung his sword down on a bandit, slicing right through him and cracking the cobblestone beneath. As he lifted the sword back up, the body was flung off and rolled into some enemies that were running towards him. But he didn't pause, he moved straight from lifting his sword to intercepting an axe, and then pushing it back with a spin that opened up the bandit to a kick in the gut. after the kick, Abel fluidly brought his sword down to slash across a bandit on his opposite side. When there were no enemies directly in front of him, he spared a second to see if Clara was alright and focused back on his end again. "Is this it?! Come on!"

...Nobody said he didn't get carried away when he fought. Now he was just asking to be attacked. But he also knew who all had his back and that motivated him on.

Clara Risna



Try to lay a hand on the things I care about...

Ali arched an eyebrow and popped his lower lip. The kid was being stupid. He was just babbling idiocy; he didn't exactly have the best of tactics going on. Even in their one on one fight, Ali was the more tactical of the two. Was he expecting some sort of Miracle--

A sudden loud neigh from a horse resounded from Ali, startling him. "Da ********--!!" He turned to look, but before he was even fully turned, he was kicked by the horse and sent straight through the doorway of the house behind him. All that was heard were the crashes of furnishings toppling over on top of him. It seemed a miracle was exactly what the kid had gotten.

Ali didn't emerge from the house for at least five minutes, maybe longer. Once he woke up, he undertook the tedious task of shoving everything off of him, which was a challenge to do with only one good hand, and eventually made it outside to see that the other bandits were dead. He didn't know where that kid went and there was no point in looking. Sentria was on a mission, after all. Ali did what he could to help his broken hand as he cautiously trotted along the streets in the south. The fighting had moved northward towards the main street already, it seemed. But was it really okay for him to think 'already'? The battle may have been going on for days, and nobody would have realized it. That was the sort of fight it was, after all.

As he continued on, Ali picked up the sound of weapons clashing along with a familiar voice. He peered around the corner of a house and saw Jaren going at it with some soldiers. When he thought back, Jaren had disappeared not long after they had stormed into the city. The kid was handling himself well, but Alli knew he was just a hopeless moron. He approached and leaned against the wall. Once the last soldier was gone, he alerted Jaren to his presence. "s**t son, the ******** you been doin'? Get yo a** over here and stop yo bleedin'!! Ya look like an a*****e." Ali rolled his eyes and looked up to the sky. It was dusk. "Looks like our light's goin' out again..."

The thunder bolted from the sky surged into Iguldra's body. Jolts bounced around every inch of the monstrosity. A normal thunder type attack would not have been more effective than a fire type spell, but the metal of the arrows served as a conductor. Of course, they were helped to become conductors from the fire spell. And there were arrows in the first place because of the archer. Nevertheless, the attack was extra damaging. The giant could not even move his body, which spasmed wildly on its own from the current.

As the light undoubtedly blinded those in the area, making them unable to see what was happening, their imaginations were filled with a wonderful sensation by the behemoth's loudest, most gut-wrenching roar ever. Eventually, the light faded and revealed Iguldra who looked, well, like what a person looks like after being struck by three lightning bolts at once... not very pretty. And he wasn't gorgeous to begin with. Still, his sizzling body just stood there, the same as after he had been hit with the second elfire, and some may have thought he would suddenly move again just like before. But as his body slowly leaned forward and then gave in to gravity that shoved him face down into the street, worries were put to rest. At long last, the giant, Iguldra, had been slain. It was not by one mere mage's attack, either. In truth, had he not been slammed and cut and arrowed or hit by the other spells, he would probably still be alive. It was a team effort and every person involved played a necessary part in the victory.

In a way, it was rather unfortunate. Iguldra was not an evil person by nature. Fate simply brought him into the world with a brain that did not work the way it should, in a country where he never got a chance to be helped, with a face that made his mother throw up in her mouth a little each time she looked at him and smile awkwardly but still lovingly though only because she had to. You know the one. Drake took him and turned him into a tool used for whatever purpose he had in mind. Iguldra was just following orders, not understanding what he was really doing. Perhaps if he looked more beautiful and less like a death machine, his attackers would have tried sealing him somehow instead of killing him outright. But that is something they will each have to look inside their hearts about...

Two more soldiers? Now they were just asking for it. And it seemed that the enemy had placed his catapult as a prime target as well. He growled low in his throat about this whole deal. He grabbed the catapult, heaving and twisting it sharply and shoved, pushing the thing towards the enemy soldiers and hopped on, grabbing the previously downed soldiers weapon as the thing rolled towards the two. Now, he wasn't skilled in the use of a pole-arm, but, it made a decent club as he waved it around in front of him as the siege weapon bared down on the soldiers relentlessly. The two soldiers backed up, but there was little room to be had as they reached the end of the rampart, one side being the wall and the fall to death, and the other being the catapult, come to bowl them over with the raving lunatic carrying the pole-arm. Such indecision is what got the best of them. one was smacked by the pole-arm and ran over, the life crushed out of him by the heavy catapult. the other made a quick decision to dodge the catapult that bumped uselessly against the rampart wall. He was indeed a little bit more skilled then his comrade. Lucky for Rook, the soldier didn't have much room to work with as he swung his blade, getting a lucky blow in and cutting rooks arm. Another scar to add to the collection. Growling low, the man raised the pole-arm with ferocity, swinging it like a baseball bat at his enemies mid-rift. The man raised his shield to block the easy blow... If it had been any other man. After lifting catapult boulders for years, Rook indeed had some great strength. A strength that not many shared. The blow clattered against the soldiers shield, but it sent him sprawling, lucky not to fall off the rampart. Rook heard the crash of the boulder that had been directed at him striking the rampart. He cringed with the thought of being their and losing his baby. But, He had things to deal with. Raising the pole arm he hacked down violently, as the soldier twisted and turned, avoiding the falling pole-arm at all cost. The soldier kicked out, sending the armored man back a couple feet, which gave him the chance to get back up, smacking the weapon out of Rook's hand. Their fists then went flying, as each man parried and dodged. the soldier had the upper hand on Rook, sending him sprawling with a fist to the face. The soldier, knowing that the man could be a threat if he turned his back to focus on dismantling the catapult decided that he would take up arms and finish this. Now it was Rook's turn to be defensive. He took up the shield the man had dropped earlier and blocked the swords fall, kicking out and tripping the soldier. He rose again, this time giving the nameless soldier a thorough curb stomping, finally taking up the blade to finish the man. He was rather disgusted that the enemy had made it this far in. But he had to keep up the line.

With the two soldiers taken care of, Rook turned the catapult the rest of the way, focusing on the greater threat of distant catapults. It seemed that they were not focused, as he was, lobbing stones at Eyris' walls carelessly. If it hadn't been such a real threat, he would have laughed. But it was a great threat, one that he and the other siege weapons were the only capable units of reaching. He called a cease fire from the catapults, who had rather carelessly began to throw stones in any odd direction due to the death of Arashe. Rook counted the catapults and Ballistae, on his side, and on the enemies side. His roaring voice could be heard along the wall, barely above the din of battle. The man was taking control of the siege defenses of Eyris! If one knew the man, they would believe that the credentials were of decent standing. He cursed at his mates, telling them to stop their firing and to focus on the enemy siege. quickly he mapped out the enemy forces, and then he mapped out the Eyris siege forces, giving each position a number, and then assigned targets for each, prioritizing and X-ing out a few. He sent the runner with explicit orders for the siege weapon to not fire until his command.

For a few minutes the Eyris Siege weapons had gone silent, which could cause two feelings. Something wicked was planned, or they had all been wiped out. The command of Rook, one proud commander of Grusts mighty Iron Cavalry, spread to the siege weapons, and they altered their trajectories, beginning to nit pick about their weapon and fine tune their aim. After each catapult and Ballistae was loaded and locked on its trajectory, the commander of each station gave a nod, signaling that they were ready. Seeing that the defenses were ready he raised his hand, looking across the battlefield as he envisioned The capital of Grust. He could see himself there, atop the wall with his mates and the iron cavalry. He was looking out. And there they were, an enemy come prancing out to destroy them. A smirk tugged at the mans lip.

"What do ye ail, O mortal man, or tae what purpose is it tae spend yer life in groans an' complaints, under the apprehensions o' Death? Where are yer past years an' pleasures? Are they not vanish'd an' lost in the flux o' time, as if ye hadst put water in tae a sieve? Bethink yerself then o' retreat, and leave the world with the same content an' satisfaction as a well satisfied guest rises from an agreeable feast," the man roared. His hand raised high and came crashing down. With it, the siege weapons let out a volley, the air sudden filled with stone and bolt reaching out across the field of battle like the hand of god going out to smite those that would slander him. Primary targets had been assigned. The siege weapons of the enemy had to be broken, so that the troop on the ground could rest easier and focus on the battle at hand. The next objective, when the enemy siege weapons had been dealt with, was to break the lines of archers and alleviate the stress on the front lines, and the enemy fliers needed to be dealt with. The catapults could deal with the archers, and the Ballistae would use their bolts to pierce the riders in the sky. After these objectives had been accomplished, he was sure the ground war would gain momentum.