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 Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 3:03 pm
Guys at the planks kept doing their defense s**t. Bishop did some healin', cancelling out that attack Starsky made, if only barely. That swordsman is in some pain, though. Civvies are raining molotovs on the left to middle of the enemy boat. Bitches be catchin' on fire. The three Armors split up, engaging the enemy Armors while the Bow Armors rained arrows upon the foes. There are like, 20 of them, so they probably killed all the Shamans and Healers. Soldiers proceeded to flood onto the enemy boat and debilitate/disarm the foes. There were tons of possibilities they could have if they took prisoners, after all.
Basically the NPCs kept killing s**t.
Arashe, on the other hand, is a more descriptive mind than the simple generics. The slash with the lance aimed towards his subordinate did connect, but the Bishop was mobile enough to save the man's life. Arashe, sighed, attempting to calm himself in the brief time he had. He looked important, so it didn't surprise him when the foe's lance was aimed towards him with a thrust. The Ranger saw it coming and easily dodged, sidestepping it before making a move of his own. Arashe took his right arm and wrapped it around the shaft before giving it a very forceful tug, likely using the foe's strength against him as he probably was dragged forwards a few steps. Whirling his body around so that his back was up against the lance's shaft that was being held by his right arm, Arashe extended himself as far as he could, quite possibly close enough, with the assumed pull forwards, and aimed his Stiletto directly into Starsky's left side. Without a pause, Arashe removed the dagger as quickly as he could while making it hurt, before attempting to ram the man with his left shoulder while turning his body to his right in an attempt to pull the lance from his foe's hand.
(( TLDR/description for Arashe's attack: Starsky did a thrust with the lance, which Arashe sidestepped by stepping to his right. Then, he wrapped his right arm around the lance, giving it a hard pull. Following that, he positioned himself in a way similarly to how one would position themselves were they leaning with their back against some railing, except the railing is a lance shaft. Using the closed gap, Arashe used his left arm, the one not around the lance, to attempt to stab Starsky in the side. He pulled it out, if it hit, after doing a little wiggling and extra cutting, most likely. Get creative if you want. Then, he attempted to hit the foe with his shoulder, using that shove backwards with the prior assaults to send the lance out of his grip. If I could draw or something, it would be easier, but oh well. ))
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 3:17 pm
(Yeah, let's get this s**t over with. And Rei, that post did not need a TL;DR. xD)
Alright. Valter kept on doing his thing, killing some people, killing some more people, getting shot once or twice, healing, killing more people, etc. etc. Since these people are undoubtedly more trained than pirates, I'm sure a few were shot down. I like to think that one or two went crashing into the Mordachean ship, killing a bunch of dudes. (And ending this s**t faster)
(Oh, and remember me yelling at you guys for shooting down my guys? Forget all that. You guys were right. It was my mistake for not bringing more people. Sorry.)
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 4:45 pm
 ...Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed
Shoulder the burden of the past that cannot be erased; don't throw away your will to live...→Blossom pressed hard against Hutch's axe, gritting her teeth. Arashe's Stiletto was more than a little help against the dude. As he swung again towards her, Blossom rapidly rolled to the side, managing to keep Vezra in her hands in the process. She then stood as quickly as she could, slashing the mighty blade at Hutch's less-defended back. "Leave Learania alone!" she hissed.
She watched, panting hard, as Hutch dropped off of the plank and into the ocean. Staring at him, she stumbled back to the Learanian ship, rapidly collapsing against the mast. The axe had apparently been aimed well enough to give her a rather nasty gash across her side, and Blossom clutched at it as she rested, breathing heavily. Perhaps the adrenaline had kept her from feeling it earlier.
She closed her eyes, letting Vezra rest next to her. One of the healers would come to her soon. She could hold on fine until then.←  You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . your different Life?XXX
You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . though, we cannot returnXXXLike in times of warped memories, we can understand somedayXXX
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