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 Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 12:18 am
 ~Calill~ THIS s**t ISN'T CUTE ANYMORE: CALILL WEARS HEELS. SHE DOES NOT HAVE TIME FOR EXPLOSIONS THAT KNOCK HER DOWN. OKAY?
So things had gone from bad,to strange, to outright unbelievably absurd all in a single day for the most fabulous, sartorial Sage and I have to play catch up for not posting for two pages. There was the appearance of that cloak-and-dagger villain out of darkness and the bombs going off that now had to be detonated if possible, and then there was the appearance of Kieran whom Calill had the benefit of already knowing which would probably come in handy, and then the nut job who had made an entrance from the sky. What kind of a magic user does that? Not to mention more bombs going off and such. Okay, onto addressing all these things in this post!The first two explosions had of course knocked Calill, still part of Amelia's group to witness their opponent's entrance and speech at this point, off her feet. She wears HEELS, for Ashunera's sake. And yes, she can wear a pair of heels all day and march with an army like nobody's business because she's ******** Calill and she's hot s**t like that and did it in Tellius. But an explosion and its shockwave are simply unfair to a sartorially conscious woman such as Calill. "Craven curs!" Calill announced to herself and those near her as she went about picking herself back up and then more hurriedly brushing any dust and small debris off herself using that healing staff she now had on her to make sure everyone was in good condition; injuries from explosions and such were especially messy when compared to a swift attack from a sharp weapon.Soon enough all able-bodied people in the area were good to go and the Learanian side was picking up momentum, the impending danger set to an unknown time limit serving as an excellent motivator to all. There was the matter of dealing with the bombs which, let's be real, may or may not involve magical glyphs: Sentria had used explosives in this war before, and plenty of them weren't magical. Magic users were being put at a huge risk in attempting to deactivate bombs which might not be deactivated with magic in the first place, it was kind of unknown at this point, it seemed like. Not that Calill was aware of any of that information, this being her first day in Learania, and all. Calill was about to head off with a team that lacked magic users and more importantly, healers, when a red blur on a horse proclaimed himself as "The Great Kieran, Deputy Captain Commander of the Royal Knights of Crimea" loudly enough for the deaf and dead to know it. "Kieran! I never thought I'd be so glad to see him around!" Calill rather optimistically announced to herself and those in earshot, verifying for them that he, too, was of another world. While others may have temporarily mistaken the character for the red knight from their own worlds, it was Calill's own to claim him as native. And she actually knew the self-endangering occasional oaf of a man fairly well, the Crimean Royal Knights having been frequent patrons of Calill's pub back in Melior for years, sometimes for festivities and good times, sometimes to pick up the ill-behaved Makalov.Her enthusiasm for a reuinion with a former comrade and frequent-enough customer was cut short and replaced by apprehension, however, as the red Deputy's signature recklessness had him charging into a building, injured by the looks of it. "That fool's going to get himself killed out here!" she cried. "You," the Sage called to a cavalier that was in the same group she was now approaching, "get me to the shouting man in red, and hurry! I know him!" By the time she'd finished giving instructions she was already getting on the soldier's horse to ride as a side-saddle passenger. "And you two," she was pointing at more horse-riding Learanian, "follow and bring the mage and healer! Quickly now, people, we have a city to save!" The fabulous sage had an almost seductive, confident smile about her as she was telling people what to do, even in such a dire situation.Calill could be very hard to say no to. Especially for men.Following after the, as no one couldn't possibly not know by know, Deputy Captain of the Crimean Royal Knights, the day continued to become even more bizarre, with something coming in from the sky very quickly that wasn't Tibarn. Whatever it was, it crash-landed into the same building Calill was headed for a few moments before she arrived, herself. What ever WOULD the Sage be in store for? Soon enough, Calill's ride had her on the scene and she wasted no time in getting off the horse and going through the hole in the door a certain Pally had made. Inside, she happened upon Kieran, the good Lady Isadora, and... someone else, also wielding a tome and... extreme? And bandits. Can't forget the bandits. Wasting no time, she had Elfire engulf the head one of their foes who dropped soon after before pulling Kieran's axe out of the wall (which was surpringly easy: perhaps the wood was old) and tossing it to him. "Kieran, catch! We'll talk later."Things suddenly seemed to look better for the Learanians side. But time was ever of the essence; another explosion could be heard in the distance. And there was a bomb in the same room, which would kill them all if it wasn't dealt with soon!
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Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 10:30 pm
The Hawk King was a battle all his own as he hunted through increasingly red-slicked streets. Arrows stuck out of his flesh and wings, axe blades and swords had carved deep gashes in his feathers, but that didn't stop him getting enough height to bring his talons down on bandits, tearing them in half with his terrible beak, breaking their necks with powerful beats of his wings. As ever, in battle the great bird was a singular force of unstoppable predatory power, and he cleared out an entire street by himself in his search for Amelia.
But that didn't make him immune to pain, or poor decisions. Later, he'd reflect that he knew about the bombs, and should have stayed out of the streets, diving, but he could make use of his size more effectively in the tight space by staying on the ground. He was just fortunate that he was as light as he was when the bomb went off, and he was thrown talons over head back down the street up which he had come. His screech of pain was deafening, and mid-tumble he returned to his laguz form in a bright flash of light, bouncing down the sticky cobbled street and rolling to a stop face-down in the carnage. He was drenched in blood, his own and that of the bandits he had slaughtered, and struggled to push himself up, hobbling into a nearby building and collapsing behind a table as he began tearing up what remained of his prized coat to bandage his wounds.
Tarr barked a laugh at Amelia's orders, nodding at his crew and sending them running with the civilians toward the docks. "Hah! You think I'm gonna scamper off and let you take the glory for saving this town?" He cocked a small crossbow and leveled it at the incoming bandits, firing a dart straight through one of their eyes as they charged, and then clipped it to his belt in one smooth motion as he drew his twin sabers and leaned into a swift dash, catching the axe blade that cut through Amelia's side between them and flipping it out of its wielder's clumsy hands.
A quick swipe then cleanly removed the man's lower jaw, and a second hamstrung him as the captain rolled smoothly over his back. He moved artfully, his frame lending itself to dodging almost drunkenly around wide-swung blades, his attacks mere flicks of the wrist carving long gashes in his opponents' skin with the tips of his weapons.
"For the record," he called over the noise, disarming an axeman with a slash along his wrist, "I never thought you were playing with yourselves! Some of the men did, but I never really gave you that much credit!" He grabbed the slashed wrist and pulled himself against a wall, bending the man's arm around behind himself and using him as a shield to get a moment to breathe. "I figured you were doing some really fecking boring thing like holding meetings or synergizing your leverage, whatever it is you government fops do all day that keeps you busy and unhelpful!" He braced his foot against the man's back and gave him a sharp shove, sending him stumbling headfirst into a group of his comrades, into whom the captain quickly followed, laughing as blood trailed behind his whistling blades.
In the meantime, his crew stopped in another street to help a half-conscious and mumbling hawk laguz get to his feet and began to deliver him and the civilians they were escorting safely to the ship. They always were good at syngerizing themselves some leverage.
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 12:52 pm
Amelia couldn't help but laugh in return when the pirate began to expertly shoot down bandits with a little crossbow. He liked to show off, that was certain, but he was at least damn good at delivering. Then again, who doesn't, really... She deflected a sword swing with her own blade, forcing the man back and easily slicing across his belly before giving him a powerful kick, right into a swordsman behind him. They're not very well trained, it's almost like they're just trying to overwhelm us by sheer numbers...
"I guess I shouldn't expect anything like that!" she shouted back at him, ducking out of the way of an arrow as the characteristic whistle-like sound of its flight reached her ears. She twisted out of the way of an axeman's lunge, slicing into his back as he tried to right his balance. Her sliced-open side stabbed in pain as she moved, but even as blood saturated her tunic, she kept moving. It wasn't nearly as bad as anything she'd dealt with before, and the situation was too dire for her to stop moving entirely. "Nah, ******** that bullshit! We were trying to find all those bombs, apparently failed! You got any idea where they came from?" Amelia moved back a little ways to help back Tarr up, cutting down a swordsman that was approaching him from the side. It even gave her a moment to catch her breath, one hand moving to clamp securely over her wounded side. "I swear, these things are--"
She stopped mid-sentence as a pained screech seemed to rock the air, and her blood ran cold. "Tibarn," she whispered, eyes going wide. Her movements were frenzied as she abruptly turned to deflect an axe moving in her direction, slicing through incoming bandits like they were tissue paper. There was a certain sense of madness in her eyes as she looked to the sky, trying desperately to sight him in between attacks. Finally she lowered her gaze, trying to see if anyone else was coming, and--
"Tibarn!" Amelia glanced at Tarr, then lowered her sword. "I-I'm sorry, I-- Tibarn!" The General ran towards him, cutting a swath through the bandits in order to reach open ground, where the civilians were kept cushioned safely away from the bandits. "T-Tibarn...! What did you do?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 7:00 pm
The situation didn't seem quite as bad if Amelia and that pirate were able to talk in the midst of combat. In his current form, Sunil wasn't able to make any remark to either of them, so instead he focused on the enemies before him. A rend here, a bite there... It was just easier to go with hit-and-run tactics, wounding as many of the enemies as he could so that the others could finish them off. He couldn't block, but he could still dodge.
A painful screech tore through the air, momentarily stopping the cat as he winced from the sudden sound. What the heck was that...? He recovered quickly enough to narrowly evade a hammer that would have split his head open had he reacted a moment later. He then leaped to the side before charging forward, slamming his body into the bandit's to knock him down so he could tear out his throat.
After that bloody process was done, he fell back a little, noticing that Amelia was now freaking out before saying a name.
Tibarn.
So that screech from before was the Hawk King's? The cat grit his teeth. With the bird down, Amelia was probably going to fall back and check up on him. They were going to be down two now in this area. Tibarn always seemed to push himself more than he should. Wasn't he pretty badly injured last time too? He shifted back to his humanoid form with a second leap, putting more distance between him and the bandits.
"Amelia!" Sunil roared over the din of combat. "Don't you dare let Tibarn rejoin this battle! I'll be having Hawk King Supreme for dinner if I see him in the skies again today!"
Yes, he did just threaten his superior. Yes, he was probably going to get reprimanded for saying such a thing, but at this point keeping the bird alive and out of harm's way was far more important.
It was possible that the bandits would follow after Amelia in her panicked state, so he shifted back into his Beast form and tore his way through the bandits to ensure that he was between them and the small General. His movements were a little sluggish now, probably from all the running around he was doing. But even so... even so...
The cat took up a threatening stance and growled. Make those bandits think twice about passing a cat soaked in the blood of their comrades to try to go after the retreating girl to the civilians. Hopefully Tarr (and any faceless allies nearby) would assume a more defensive position as well.
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2013 4:15 pm
The punch everyone until they fall down stratagem didn't work out in reality as well as it had in Kieran's head and the cavalier soon found himself pinned to the ground as bandits mocked him. "Ha. this is nothing!" He shouted, "Why one time in a Crimean bar's backroom I was pinned by ten... no twenty men!"
Despite his boasting Kieran knew the gravity of the situation he was in, he struggled and flailed, never fully managing to get free but scoring a few dazing blows on the bandits as they tried to hold him down for their ally to finish him off.
With all the shouting going on Kieran didn't hear the approaching human cannonball until it had crashed through the roof above him. Instantly Kieran felt his limbs released and staggered to his feet, standing with the bandits and staring at the man who had just crashed through the roof. Out of his peripheral vision he could see that blue-haired female paladin standing in the ruined door near his axe.
Everyone kept staring at Dude until the man spoke up about him and Kieran teaching the bandits about what was extreme.
Snapping out of his surprise, Kieran suddenly shouted a battle cry "Waaaaaaaaaagh!" and punched the bandit standing beside him in the face, the other bandits jumped in surprise as their friend staggered back to lean against the shop counter as the red armoured man lept at him, keeping him pinned with his body against the counter top and raining furious blows into his head. He was shouting unintelligibly over the sounds of crunching bone and shattering wood.
Kieran's focus was so intent on the beating he was administering that he didn't notice one of the bandits charging him from behind until it was to late, he whirled around, arms raised to protect his face from the slash that was surely to follow, instead of a hot pain however he instead felt a nice warm sensation as the bandits head exploded into flame in front of him.
His bloodlust completely vanishing Kieran gave a thankful little wave to the newcomer. "Oh hey, Calil! I'm glad to see your safe! I was worried! I guess that means Largo's okay too?" He reached out as the woman tossed his weapon, easily catching it Kieran quickly pivoted, sinking the blade into the dazed, bloody and beaten bandits head. "Yea, we should probably talk later! Just give me a moment!" Planting his foot against the wooden counter Kieran heaved, dislodging his axe (and part of the counter with it, sticking to the blade with the chunks of blood and bone). Resting the shaft on his shoulder Kieran placed a hand on the counter top and heaved himself up onto it, before leaping off of it towards the Shadow Guild member near the bomb on the other side. His axe raised over his head in a violent vertical swing.
Even though his leap was awkward, Kieran was still a large man clad in heavy armour bringing down almost half a counter top on the end of his axe towards the guild members head, even a glancing blow would probably knock the smaller man to the ground.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 12:47 am
Tibarn looked up sharply as Amelia arrived, shaking off the pirates half-dragging him toward the safety of their ship, and he stumbled toward her. "A-A..." His knee buckled halfway there, and he dropped onto it hard, grunting as pain lanced up his leg, reaching up to wipe blood from his lips and leaving a smear from the sleeve of his coat. He rolled, pushing himself up on shaky hands, and tried to speak. He could still barely hear, his sensitive hawk ears temporarily deafened by the explosion, and at least was on his way back to his feet when Amelia reached him. He was badly bloodied, but the pirates were not going to argue with Amelia about where he needed to be, and hurried on to get the civilians to their ship and get out of port.
"H-hey... 'meela... You got anythin'... gimme some help here..."
The captain, meanwhile, showed no sign of slowing down, even as his clothes were increasingly cut into, little bright-red gashes visible beneath the skin. The majority of the blood staining his clothes was not his, and so long as that was true, he'd keep blending enemies of Pentheus into flesh smoothies with his blades. But the next explosion, and Amelia's subsequent panic attack, got his attention just long enough for some punk to catch him with a hammer. He could feel two of his ribs crack, and several others bruise, on impact, and ruminated on the likelihood of four weeks of I-Told-You-Sos from the Missus as he picked himself up off the ground, taking a stand next to Sunil, chest heaving, breath wheezing with pain, and held his twin cutlasses ready to cover the lady's retreat.
"We're lookin' at some pretty bad odds, cat," he said, not looking at Sunil, his eyes trained on the bandits slowly closing in. "But you know what, I'm willing to take 'em. Who here's a betting man?" he suddenly calls into the bandit audience. "I will give you twelve to one on our survival, me and the cat," he called, sweeping his hat off, holding it out as if waiting for people to stuff in wagers. A few of them paused, as if considering, and he continued, "Come on, now, twelve to one, you put in one gold, you get twelve back if we live, that's a lot of beer for one pretty gold coin! You put in twenty, you get twelve score, you just bought yourself a horse young man, come on, who'll take a sword to the NOSE," he suddenly shouted, splitting a man's nostril with the tip of his cutlass and then slicing down through his lips, chin, and then throat as he brought the other blade around.
It was a fairly bold gambit-- he'd brought the bandits in close while utilizing their confusion to keep the ones at the front from being quite ready to attack. Most of them, at least. It meant that first swing was enough to get them off-guard, and as the second came around they had nowhere to back up due to the mob behind them. As a result, the two injured dervish fighters could hold point by simply piling up corpses the enemy couldn't fight through.
He was just a little disappointed nobody had actually put in a bet.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 10:34 am
Amelia hurried forward as Tibarn collapsed, wincing under the pain of her own injuries. She fell to her knees next to him, helping him back up to his feet without a word of reproach. "Y-Yeah, hold-- hold on," she managed, leaning his weight against her frame as she reached a now-freed hand to her waist. The Elixir there was definitely low -- the swishing sounds of liquid slapping against the glass as she shook it was enough to confirm that -- but it'd be more than enough to help Tibarn. "Drink-- drink this." Amelia yanked the cork off with her teeth and tried to fumble the bottle into Tibarn's hands. He was weak for now, yes, but he wasn't the type to let someone else lift his glass for him if he had the strength left to do it himself. "We need to get back to the-- the others, they're in trouble--" Amelia winced slightly as the weight pressing onto her side made the gashing wound there sting in pain. Blood had started to soak down towards her white trousers, staining in a line down her thigh. "--further down the pier, Sunil's with him, the man with-- with the cutlasses, they need help..."
Amelia gritted her teeth, trying to help Tibarn upright on his own two feet again. "W-We gotta go...!" She scanned the boardwalk nervously, trying to find any cue that Sunil or Tarr were in any immediate danger of being out-fought. "Can you just-- try not to get hit like that a-again? Scared the s**t o-outta me..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 1:13 pm
I have no idea what you're saying and you can't understand me while I'm in this form, so I'm just going to pretend I understand and nod like an adorable, blood-soaked cat that didn't just go temporarily deaf from the explosions.
The bandits were drawing close, but the pirate hadn't started fighting again. Sunil had no choice but to be patient, since it felt like the pirate had a plan of some sort. He should probably invest in learning how to lip-read better for moments like these where he couldn't hear what the other person was saying. The way the enemy was drawing close, however, gave Sunil a new idea.
It had been a while since he tried this game, after all...
The moment after Tarr had taken out the first bandit, Sunil slammed full-force into one of the bandits, knocking him back into other bandits who in turn also fell backwards from the sudden force against them in some awesome domino effect. Now they could take out the downed enemies before they could get back up and fight back! Chances were their weapons were also caught under their allies that fell on top of them so retaliating was going to be more difficult for them.
Game two of Beorc Bowling since coming to this world was now in session!
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 1:36 pm
Ewan "There, that should be just about it. Alright, you two, continue sweeping the area while I finish up here before regrouping with General Amelia." Ewan gestured to the buildings across from the one they had just finished disarming, giving a reassuring smile to the two. "You've done good work, now do your country proud. We'll win the day yet." The mages that had grouped with him were quick to mumble "thank you"s and awkwardly bow before leaving Ewan to finish the last of the work in disarming the rune. It was a tedious and focus-consuming procedure, not exactly helped by the fact that explosions and the sounds of war were going on all around him. It wasn't really uncommon for the Sage to begin to mutter to himself, something to focus on instead of the commotion. It made working with him a bit of a strange event, but he certainly did his work well enough.
"There- ...No wait, something's wrong here..." His hair was pushed back by the sudden rise in heat, energy being focused on the corner of the room, hidden behind the barrels that littered the place. "They double-stacked?! Now that's just not fai-" The air around him ignited, the explosion only prevented from searing the skin from his bones by a quick motion of his hand and the practiced incantation of the tome strapped to his side. The kinetic energy, however, was enough to rocket him out of the window and into the streets below, his fall thankfully broken by hay, long forgotten in the hussle and bussle of the battlefield.
"....Somebody get the number of that griffon..." Ewan muttered, rather dazed from the whole entire encounter, before pulling himself to his feet once the ringing in his ears stopped. "Right, I can't exactly stay napping all day..." A hand was extended to stabilize himself as he made his way through the streets, meeting back up with the main company. "Where's General Amelia? I need to- Oh blast it all!" Another seemingly wild, trained series of gestures brought a scorching fireball into the air to come crashing down on an approaching wave of attackers, though it earned a bit of a frown from the launcher. "No no...The trajectory on that was all wrong. I need to work on- Amelia! Where did she run off to!?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 9:30 am
The swirling blue liquid was more potent than any vulnerary could be. Tibarn took it in shaking hands as the pirates left him with Amelia and raised it to his own lips, his feathers twitching as the sharp, cold, strong-tasting fluid washed around his tongue, and he swallowed it with a touch of difficulty before feeling the warmth of its magical healing properties spreading throughout his body. Cracked and bruised ribs quickly began to knit as he growled, bending double and grasping his chest in pain as injuries were rapidly undone. His wing, slightly twisted, snapped suddenly and straightened out with a painful grinding sound, and then healed itself well enough that he'd be able to fly again. Bloody gashes on his chest and face slowly closed, and he straightened himself up slowly, panting softly.
And shoved the bottle into Amelia's mouth, tipping it back. "Thanks. Now drink the rest, I don't know why the hell you ran all the way here with blood running down your legs," he growled, pulling the bottle back once he was sure she'd swallowed the rest, and tossed the bottle away. You okay?" He started tearing his makeshift bandages off himself as he stormed past her, his coat in tatters, heading right back the way she'd come. "I don't wanna see you come running around a corner with a healing potion in your hand, bleeding like crazy, Amelia," he said, slowing down a little so she could catch up. He almost hesitated, stopping to put his hand on her shoulder. "I worry about you, okay?"
He took a deep breath, twitching his ear as he looked down at her.
The captain was a dervish of blades, the tips of his cutlasses moving swiftly, plunging into throats, slashing across hamstrings, prioritizing strikes to weak points that would leave men incapable of moving over anything else-- forcing the other bandits to climb over their comrades to get to Tarr and Sunil. Still, he wasn't exactly avoiding damage. Axes and clubs struck him repeatedly, and stars of pain kept exploding behind his eyes as he tried to keep up the assault. He wouldn't be able to stay up much longer, at this rate. "We're gonna have ta move, cat," he snarled, staggering to the side after taking the flat of an axe to his left arm, which swung uselessly at his side afterward. "They're away, 's time to run!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 2:38 pm
Amelia put her free hand against Tibarn's arm as he doubled over, clutching onto his own torso. Healing potions were useful things indeed -- one could not be within arm's reach of a cleric, mounted or no, forever. The alarming amount of pain as the body rapidly mended its own wounds without the soothing effects of healing magic was certainly never welcome, however. She smiled in relief when he was straightening up again, noting the sealed-over skin and lack of fresh blood. "Grea-- mmph."
She stood, stock-still and momentarily indignant, as Tibarn pushed the bottle into her mouth and emptied the rest of the liquid into her mouth. She coughed momentarily, eyes widening as her surprise allowed some of the liquid to splash near the back of her throat, and managed to swallow the large mouthful of Elixir. She coughed again, harder and raspy, as her flesh knitted together at high speed. The deep wound over her hip, especially, rapidly ceased bleeding and closed again, leaving behind only raw, pink skin from her previous scarring. "Because you needed it more than I did," she retorted, scowling back at him before hurrying after him. She slowed when she realized he was doing the same, trying to take stock of the scenery around them as he walked forward and tore away his now-useless bandages. Sunil and that pirate are in trouble bombs aren't going off as much where are Isadora and Leon still don't know where Ewan is how many more bandits
"I don't wanna see you come running around a corner with a healing potion in your hand, bleeding like crazy, Amelia."
She nodded slowly then, grip relaxing as his hand landed gently against her shoulder. She had to tip her head back to look up to his face, green eyes meeting gold. Amelia's gauntlet shifted slightly over the back of her hand as she placed her palm over Tibarn's hand, curling her fingers around his hand. "I understand." A smile lit up her face -- she was still so young, after all, compared to many of those out there on the battlefield. "I worry about you, too."
A beat passed. She opened her mouth, seemed to reconsider, and closed it again. Finally, her hand moved from his hand to the collar of his jacket, tugging him down hard enough to kiss him on the lips, just for a second. "Stay close, if you can," she whispered, then released his jacket and took a step back, gripping her lance tightly again.
"Take-- Take care of yourself," she added, a little more loudly than necessary, before turning away and running towards where Sunil was still fighting with Tarr, attempting to get back. The relief left her expression as her eyes hardened; they still had work to do.
There was a lot to take in, but even amid all the chaos, she could see an all-too familiar flash of red. "Sunil! Get treated and go find Isadora and Leon!" Amelia's voice boomed over the nearby din as she rushed forward to match their pace, swapping from her lance to her sword as she sliced through a bandit's throat before he could loose an arrow into Tarr's ribcage. She spun smoothly and bashed her elbow into an axeman's nose and kicked him back, right into his buddy, so the two would topple to the ground. "Ewan! To the piers! Ready your staff!" Amelia gutted the axeman as he tried to stand again, pulling up her gauntlet-covered forearm in order to deflect a strike aimed at her face. "Cutlass, move back, Ewan will heal you, look for the short redhead! I'll cover you!" She flashed a brief grin back at him, eyes lit up with a renewed sense of confidence. "Gotta go synergize yourself some better leverage, ne?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 4:27 pm
Hah... hah... hah...
Sunil was panting pretty hard. The two of them had done a good job creating a pile of corpses and incapacitating others that would make it hard for the bandits to come through, but even that wasn't enough to stop a few from getting over and attacking them. So far, they were able to avoid taking fatal damage, but how long would that last before they were overrun? His hearing was coming back little by little but there was only so much he could do with that, exhausted as he was. As Laguz, they had to use their whole body to fight, unlike the Beorc who had weapons.
He heard the pirate call out to him to start moving to a different location as he felled another bandit, so the cat started backing away.
Nngh...
His whole body ached from the abuse he took from the bandits' weapons. He had cuts all over his body, and he was pretty sure one of his back legs was badly injured from a heavy hit he took. Probably broken.
Things were looking grim, but just then, help arrived. A mage had fired a fireball into the crowd of bandits, although it was a little too close for comfort for the cat. There was a voice behind him, commanding him to get himself treated and find Isadora and Leon.
About time you got back... I guess the Hawk's fine too...
Sunil didn't need to be told twice, so he limped his way in the direction Amelia had come from. It sounded like she was directing a healer towards the piers, so if he went there to get some first aid and rest a little, he could go look for the two riders.
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 4:55 pm
Ewan "Amelia, blast it all, I'm not shor- Oh to hell with it, it's good to see you're alright!" Nobody had any time for his own pet peeves, especially with wounded soldiers to worry about. (Especially if it was one as curious as the Laguz.) Ewan hadn't had much exposure to their kind, but from what Amelia had explained during her visits, it was enough to bring as much excitement and wonder to him as Lady Myrrh. Certainly, an ally worth putting his trust in, as indicating by the bloody mess he had left behind in his scurry to the piers, along with...reinforcements? Perhaps the day was not as dark as he previously thought, as long as he was there to keep the wall from crumbling.
"Please direct your attention to the flicker, if you would! Good, now hoooollllddd-Present released!" The mage had lifted up his spell book, a flicker of flame forming at the front of its frame before the incendiary grew exponentially in size, launching to clear a path for its caster to tread. "Hope you enjoy, please and thank yoooooooou!" Ewan called out, already on the move as his staff was removed from its back holster. "Any in need of medical attention, please take advantage of our wonderful hospitality! Any non-cleared personnel will be shot full of fire on sight!"
Lo and behold, his first customer was the Laguz that Amelia had directed his way, and definitely in need for his service. "Yikes...Time to can the jokes." He muttered, mostly to himself, before holding his instrument before his visitor. "Don't worry, I'll patch you right up." The tip of his staff illuminated, noticeable even in the daylight, before the aura slivered from the core, slowing patching up the wounded Laguz warrior. "There we go...More effective than even your best Elixer, but I'll be looking for you for a check-up at the end of this!" His expression suddenly grew into more of a serious sort, very noticeable in his eyes despite his facial wrappings.
"Just make sure you're still there to find, soldier."
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 5:33 pm
Tibarn stood dumbstruck for a long moment after Amelia's lips parted ways with his own, grasping for understanding. It had come so suddenly and unexpectedly to him-- not that he'd minded it one bit-- that he found himself standing there a full ten seconds before bringing himself back to the matter at hand: war. He took a deep breath, then shook his head.
There would be time for that after the battle. Lots of time. He flapped his wings hard, flying low over the ground, and banked around Ewan and Sunil sharply as he tore into the combat zone, remaining in his humanoid laguz form, straight over Amelia, and flared his wings sharply to bring his heels down on a bow-wielding bandit's face. Even without transforming, Tibarn was known for being a dangerous combatant. He immediately caught a bandit by the arm and, with a sharp twist, broke his wrist.
This, for obvious reasons, caused the man to both scream and drop his axe, which Tibarn had no qualms about snatching out of the air and burying in the fellow's face. He was surprisingly nimble, using his powerful wings to artfully dodge attack and then swing the momentum back for devastating strikes to their chests and throats. At one point he got hold of a simple club and left a hideous trail of crushed skulls in his wake. It wasn't long before the remaining bandits decided that between Tibarn and the impenetrable fortress off death that was Amelia, it wasn't worth keeping up the attack.
Finally, Tibarn set his boots down, folding his wings and taking care not to slip in gore as he dropped his club, stepping over bodies as he made his way back to Amelia. "That! Was amazing!" He pulled her over to himself, brushing her off, making sure none of the blood on her was her own, and glanced back at the retreating bandits. "You were ******** brilliant. Who's, who's that, guy, those two," he said, pointing to both Ewan and Captain Tarr.
Speaking of whom, Amelia's arrival had been met with a wordless, coughing wheeze, and Tarr had ducked out to hide, leanin back against a wall near Ewan. His left arm hung uselessly at his side after a bandit had grabbed hold of it and Tarr had had to stab himself free. Both his cutlasses clattered to the floor as he grabbed his own shoulder with his right hand, growling and pulling hard, turning and shoving his shoulder against the wall, snarling and shouting in pain until, with a grinding pop, he forced his shoulder back into joint and sank, sweating and bleeding, to the ground. "'Ey," he called to Ewan, "Don't suppose I could get a li'l a that staff action, could I, now?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 5:57 pm
Sunil found the healer in question: a redhead mage boy. Healing would have to wait briefly, as the mage was preparing a fireball. I hope he doesn't misfire... he thought to himself, wary of the heat coming off the incendiary. He was far enough away from the resulting blast to avoid the AoE damage, so he trudged on towards the boy.
He fell down next to the healer, panting heavily. It was a struggle to get to the boy with his damaged leg. The pirate he was with was probably in just as bad of a condition. The cat weakly looked up at the boy and meowed to get his attention.
"Yikes...Time to can the jokes. Don't worry, I'll patch you right up."
Even though he had muttered it, the cat's hearing had come back just enough for him to hear most of it. Sunil watched as the staff was raised, the aura of light from the gemstone atop of it creating a similar aura around him. Cuts were closed up, fractured and broken bones were restored back to their optimal condition, and although the magic couldn't do much about his exhaustion, he was able to even his breathing better now that he was healed. The Laguz slowly got back up to his feet, testing out his limbs. The pain was gone.
"There we go...More effective than even your best Elixir, but I'll be looking for you for a check-up at the end of this!"
Sunil looked up at the boy after confirming that he was able to run again and nodded. "Meow." he said in thanks.
"Just make sure you're still there to find, soldier."
"Not exactly a soldier, but don't worry. After surviving hell twice, I don't think I'll be kicking the bucket anytime soon. I'll see you later, Mage-Boy." Sunil replied in his native tongue.
Ewan wasn't able to understand him, but the basic message of 'I'll stay alive' should have been able to get past the language barrier. Sunil focused, searching for two particular scents amongst countless other scents in the town. He wasn't able to get an exact location, but he did have a general direction.
"I'm off. Take care of Mr. Pirate for me."
And then the cat was gone, having already scaled the roof of one of the nearby buildings to get around the enemies Amelia and Tibarn were facing. Once he got around them, he jumped back down onto the streets and ran, easily putting distance between him and the others.
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