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 Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 11:28 am
In the city itself, within the innermost walls, the plumes of smoke culd be seen rising from the docks, for miles on end. As usual the trade town was bustling, and today was no exception.
"Oh wow, look at that..."
"Hey, yea..."
"Wonder what's going on over there..."
The usuall gossiping, murmuring and overall debates started up, as apparently everyone and their mother's had a different idea s to what might have been going on. One group in particular however, was not participating in the exchange of words. A rather tall and lanky man, with an equally expensive taste, lead the front. Locks of raven hair spilled out from behind the mask that was affixed to his face, the coat he wore, flowing to either side with each step.
Flanked on either side by people in suits, and following behind him directly, a sharply dressed female, checking her nails every so often.
"Noisy, today, isn't it." The masked man asked, never stopping.
"Just a disturbance down at the docks. Shields have already been dispatched to the area." The female responded calmly. Standing 5'4" tall, she sported hair in the whitest white, held in place by several long silvery hairneedles, forming a bun of sorts on the back of her head, though it is, due to the mass of her hair, a very loose one and does not contain all her hair by far, which goes down to her shoulders despite some early efforts to keep it in check. On the left side some hair is bound with string to form a large bang. Her eyes hold irises and pupils of a golden color, framed by black lashes and accented by her white and thin eyebrows. Wether she paints her lips this way or if it is just the way they are, they seem to lack the normal red color of human flesh, instead gleaming silvery white under even the poorest light, even whiter than her somewhat pale skin, which seems not to be marred by a single birthmark or scar.
"The human condition of insanity never ceases to surprise me..." A dark garbed man said, speaking to the two in front of him.
"You say that as if it were a problem my dear, Zhechariah." The masked man said, addressing the cloaked one. "I'd have thought that over your countless years you'd come to appreciate the unpredictability of humans."
"No, I've grown tired of it..."
"Is that why you've come here? To brood over your unfulfilled blood lust?"
"Perhaps, I was just thinking how simple it would be to lay this city to waste." Craning his head back towards the docks, Zhechariah indicated the plume sof smoke rising from the docks. "Being in a place such as this, they have become lax and unprepared. They could not fend off an angry boar, let alone an invading army."
"Indeed," The masked man said, acknowledging the atmosphere of carelessness that permeated the city. "But then again, that is why the Spear's were made."
"So, has the young master decided our next course of action?" Zhecheriah said, not caring to hide the bite of impatience that echoed from his lips. Apparently, the masked man was the so called "young-master".
"Indeed," the masked figure said, speaking calmly and ignoring the man's impatience for blood. "I have sent those two to deal with things in the desert. We will move ahead with the invasion force. The more we can distract the people involved, the less likely our true intentions are to be discovered."
"And what of your true intentions Victor," Zhecheriah sneered, turning his head to face the strategist. "I have difficulty in believing you'd go to such great lengths to prevent the fall of humanity. The Murmillion line itself, has a long history of arrogance in believing they drive history. You'd be willing to throw away that self-important legacy? That is more baffling than the idiots who decided to attack the city..."
"My intentions are not so different from your own Zhecheriah," Victor smiled benaeath that mask, tilting his head toward the passing squad of Shields. "I seek power to save this world, and unite it. After all, this is not the only country on the continent."
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Matthew sat alone within his private chambers, pouring himself over the reports of current issues in Latent, mostly concerning something over at the docks. However, he was more caught up with the plans set out by the newest council member, in a bid to help Latent gain a higher edge in terms of importance. Certainly the masked man had done a remarkable job plotting the details...even the events leading up to it, but what troubled him so grievously was not the plan, nor the actions, but rather the man himself.
He knew the masked man was powerful, he could feel the power bristle from him...and though some might mistake his sense of caution for fear, they were far from the truth. It was not fear that led him and his greatest advisors to concoct a weakness in his strategy in the hopes of discrediting him; it was distrust. No man could trust another who did not reveal himself, and with the mask and the entire aura of secrecy surrounding him, it proved to the Magister that this individual hid himself because he truly had something to hide.
But that was only a small piece of his own concerns. What truly bothered Matthew was how readily the other council members had agreed to the proposal. It was nothing short of reckless in his opinion, and the man knew and appreciated the need for the Leviathan Stadium to exist on the continent. Despite the savages that may dwell within its halls, the stadium was the natural buffer of the continent, preventing ture wide spread destruction. Without able fighters about... war would eventually swallow everyone up. Despite his loyalty to Latent, senseless and often self-destructive ambitions were not what he would willingly give his life to.
Sighing deeply as he looked over the plan once more, Matthew turned his attention to the shapeless shadow in the far corner. "Very well Meryl," Matthew said, closing his eyes in reservation and hoping to sustain his faith in miracles. Certainly, a miracle would be all that would stave off the destruction to come. "Proceed with your investigation. And report to none but myself. If this masked man is plotting for his own ambitions then I must know," pausing to look half-heartedly in the mirror directly in front of him, Matthew sighed again. "And if it comes to it...then I will stop him."
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 6:58 pm
Shouyin The knight raised his sword above his head, cleanly cleaving a man in half, right down the middle and everything. His little squad of ghouls busied themselves with running along the walls of already burning buildings and leaping down at their victims, proceding to rip and rend them to their hearts' content. Sword displays and cat and mouse games aside, they continuously pushed along the side of the port, hooking down the left end. It wasn't long into this, the knight's piece in the assault effort, that they came across a fellow roasting ghoulmallows.
Still out of sight of the man he swung his sword upwards, letting the flat of the blade rest against his shoulder, stepping back into an alleyway as his squad of ghouls moved in. Two would approach head on, running full-tilt on all fours at the foe, thus focusing his attention. A third would approach from the side of the building, leaping in at him, an attack not so likely for success, but a fair attempt and suitable distraction. During this the other two would climb up some of the more structurally sound buildings, taking aim and firing a couple volleys of needles at the man. Four or six long and thin needles flying through the air would easily strike true, considering everything else the guy would be dealing with. (*is assuming he's the target, since he doesn't see any other ghoul-barbequers around*) He stood up from the barrel and yawned languriously(sp?). Then he spotted the ghouls rushing towards him. He glanced towards the third as if taking in the scenery. Then his eyes moved towards the two firing needles almost as if he had a sort of undead-sense. The entire time his body was stone still as he seemed to take in the entire situation in a small glance. The man grinned... His body was practically a blur, his actions almost simultaneous, showing an inhuman level of speed as he snapped his fingers towards the two rushing him, causing the air around them to explode forcefully, even as he lashed out with a powerful kick at the airborne one. Ghouls aren't known for good agility, and defending against attacks in mid-air would take a great degree of skill. So punting the annoying distraction aside should be cake. His other hand reached out and rapidly snapped back in forth in front of him, snagging the needles in the palm of his hand, his thick glove preventing them from piercing through to his skin. He made a gesture with his other hand, thumb cocked, first finger poitned at them in a sort of gun motion. "Bang...." and the rooftop exploded as if naplam had suddenly be unleashed on it, the building wasn't so structurally secure anymore. He studied the needles curiously, mainly the substance that was no doubt on them that whoever set this up had planned on injecting him with. "You can come out now...." He said loudly, no, he didn't know that someone was there, he merely made a logical guess that whoever had set these ghouls up was nearby monitoring the situation. If someone was there, then he looked all cool and all-knowing, if someone wasn't, then only he would be around to feel silly about it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 11:25 pm
OOC: *yawns* Sorry for being rude before, I can get a little edgy sometimes.
Guess the first three tests had failed. He'd assume the first two would botch up, but had had high hopes for the needles. No matter, he knew the boy had agility, and could do fancy things with fire. The knight had made his way through the building the two ghouls had been occupying, leaping out a window as the roof went up in flames. Getting to his feet he waited for a layer of flowmetal to slide up his face, covering his head entirely. He was now a walking suit of armour, the only opening four slits running horizontally and parallel across his face so he could see.
This adventurous run put him an odd three or four feet behind the fellow, in a small alleyway between two structures. Rounding the corner towards him he struck with a heavy thrust to the center of the man's back. Nothing special, but he was sure the element of surprise would shine through this time.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 12:05 am
((Note that all ghouls on a raid are always considered hunters, whereas soldiers are always found in the cult and brutes are a rare occurance altogether.)) Count Victor Ven Long "You can come out now...." He said loudly, no, he didn't know that someone was there, he merely made a logical guess that whoever had set these ghouls up was nearby monitoring the situation. If someone was there, then he looked all cool and all-knowing, if someone wasn't, then only he would be around to feel silly about it. Well, he wasnt exactly hiding, since he was just standing there at the edge of the musty fog bank, watching the man play with fire here and there as he spoke his great proclamation. So, he wandered forward, polishing his glass weapon all the while... because glass can be so much sharper than any other blade on so many occasions. However, unlike the ghoul units that had a mind of one, linked with telepathy to work in perfect coordination, he and the knight didnt possess such a feat, and surprising enough, as he would walk forward into plain view, the knight would strike from behind from an alley. Well how about that? Unintentional coordination of strategy and whatnot. Now, with the dense fog at his side like a curtain which blocked off the docks from the rest of the town, he simply walked forward some more until he was about thirty feet away from the scene, letting the knight deal with the man as he watched for now. A heat shield bubbling around his form almost as an invisible force if not for a transparent light red tinge in the air around him, because he didnt want to suddenly find himself in an oven. "Just get him..." he began to speak as suddenly a volley of needles from the surrounding buildings fired out from windows, around the edge of the building roofs, through gaps in the building walls, and the dark surrounding alleys at the man, whether he be busy moving around, fighting, posing, of blowing random stuff up. It didnt matter if the needles struck the knight, as they wouldnt penetrate his armour due to their light weight.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 1:25 am
Marching in two straight lines, the ghouls proceeded down one of the streets that lead from the Latent docks towards the town square. At every new building that was passed, the two ghouls in front on that side turned and rushed inside; tearing apart whatever they found alive inside before rejoining the ranks at the back of the line. Like this the ghouls, unintelligent as they were, followed the orders of their leader and made a clean sweep of every house and building upon the street. Children and their mothers, fathers and their wives, even a litter of puppies in a basket behind the radiator... nothing was spared.
The leader of the group marched between the two lines, near the front; his scythe propped against one shoulder and a wide smile at seeing the death and destruction around adorned his scarred and tatterd face. The man looked very much like a patchwork creation; pieces and parts of skin held together by stitches and scar tissue made up his once handsome face. But now, battered and torn, it was a face only a mindless ghoul slave could love.
Another ten minutes at this rate and everything the troop had passed between the docks and the center of town would have been swept clean by the ghouls.
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"Oi!?" the familiar sound of a confused youth rang out through the empty streets.
Tiem stood at a streetcorner near the Latent docks, having wandered in from the town when he saw the orange light of the fires, only to find that the entire area was now shrouded in a thick mist that obscured sight and smelled of rotting flesh, among other things. He took a few steps down the street, leaning his hand against the wall of one of the buildings, and called out again into the mist.
"Oi!? Is anybody there?"
...no answer.
"Haw... s**t, that place gives me the heebie-jeebies..." the boy muttered to himself; a scant shiver running down his spine as he let his fingertips slide off of teh wall beside him, and he started down the street and into the mist, wondering what he would find in that unnecessarilly spooky cloud.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 7:16 am
(okay, they're considered hunter types, gotcha)
He arched a brow slightly as the blade shot towards his back. There was a brief flash of movement as he staggered forward, having been knocked forward by the attack. However, when the sword hit, there was a clang of metal on metal. His broadsword was no longer in his sheath and was now floating behind him, having intercepted the attack by it's special means of teleportation.
"Hey, watch your back, moron!"
A disembodied voice yelled at the man as it floated back over to him, he had been watching the other man, and his heightened senses were still locked away. Victor was about to say something, when needles started to shoot down at him from every direction. Even with super speed, dodging this would be impossible. He snapped his fingers and the air around him started to waver and distort as he superheated the air, creating a bubble of heat similiar to what the other man had created, the high-pressure shield would easily knock the needles aside, as this sort of defense was perfect for light-weight projectiles.
"yeah yeah, everyone make's mistakes." He mumbled as he took the sword from the air. The sword was made of a strong mythril/iron alloy. It had a face-type ornament carved into the hilt, and several runes ran up the edge of the blade, it was a magical sword. and apparently sentient. Victor shifted slightly, wincing abit at the bruise on his back that he had gotten from the savage sword strike.
"necromancers.....altered ghouls.....probably attacking this town for spare parts...or some other scheme of grandoise....well, let me inform you that whatever is on these needles won't work on the likes of me."
He said as he assumed a sword-fighting stance, facing the knight type figure, the heat shield wasn't strong enough to stop the knight's attacks, just the needles.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 10:55 am
The knight paid no attention to the peculiar conversation, or the flying needles, or even the heat shield. All that mattered was his strike had been blocked, and therefore he had to continue fighting. His hands tightened their grips, one pushing roughly against the crossguard, the other at the bottom, to increase his leverage.
As his thrust was knocked aside he shifted his moment to bring the sword swinging back inwards for a horizontal slash. A little slow because of the recovery time from the first block, but a powerful returning blow, because of all the torque thrown into it. Like someone swinging a sharpened steel baseball bat. And even despite the recovery time, the opponent seemed a little busy with other things, like talking to his sword.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 1:16 pm
She turned to the right and immediately dropped down out of the sky, landing quite gracefully. The five ghouls surrounded her, and they all turned towards the battle. She never stopped humming softly, and as the glass shards fired from everywhere, her large cloth spun around her, but stuck around her back since it was the area most likely to be hit. Between her cloth and the ghouls surrounding her, she walked through this torrent with no problem.
The fighters were in view, allies were very near and fighting someone who seemed to be more of a match for the undead servants. She would lend her support- another hum. It was unseen, but felt by all of her allies- their attacks were going to do much more damage. Song of Gigan.
(On scale of jab > fwd > fierce > max, where if someone performs a light tap, it feels like a slap in the face. An elbow would feel like a hammerblow, a solid punch will feel like a sack of bricks. If someone puts all their force into an attack like a sword slash, it will very easily cleave through the opponent.)
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 2:28 pm
((*Pointless post to move things along*))
With the little time inbetween actions, The man spent that spit second standing in the same spot, seemingly doing nothing as it only lasted for a split second anyways.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 4:19 pm
(sorry, thought you might have given the ghouls other orders or something to respond to my defense. anyway, moving along)
As the knight spun around towards him, the sword nearly yanked itself out of victor's hands to parry, causing him to momentarily go off-balance. When the knight's blade hit his, the added force of the song's power actually caused Victor to slide back several feet along the ground, surprise on the man's face.
~that attack didn't -look- as strong....either he's hiding his true strength, or there's some sort of support going on.~
He thought to himself as he regained his balance ready for the next blow, tightening his grip on the sword.
~okay, brief recap, it seems some sort of Necromantic cult has arrived to attack this town, possible reasons are A) more parts, B) just to cause terror, C) they're after some specific item, or D) conquest. In any case, I didn't expect to actually run into any of the ringleaders of this mess, I just wanted to tear apart some ghouls and let off some steam.....on the other hand,~
At this the dark-haired man grinned somewhat viciously.
~I am having ALOT of fun with these two....~
The woman hadn't quite gotten close enough to be picked up by either Victor or his sword due to the current situation. Victor started to pant slightly, unseen by normal eyes, the bruise on his back was slowly starting to fade.
~Now then, if I keep fighting, and they attack en masse, I'll have to unlock more of my power, which would mean risking discovery by hunters. If I run away....well....I run away, I would miss out on such a fun opportunity to destroy without any negative reprecussions.....I could offer to join them, being a member of the undead myself, but I would have to find out more about them first. I'll not just join yet -another- stupid 'let's take over the world with our evil magic' organization. I got sick of that when I did it myself.....what to do.~
He stayed in that defensive position, his sword keeping an eye on the ghouls now that victor was focused on his foe.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 6:04 pm
The strike continued to the left, swinging downwards in an arc. He lifted the blade up over his head in a diagonal strike down and to the right. He slid his right foot forwards as he struck, breathing steady, keeping completely silent. The effects of the song were almost immediate, and he could feel it, that extra push of adrenaline, his muscles twitching with the unseen enhancements the spell offered.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 7:25 pm
Not far from the docks, and the quickly escalating chaos, a lone figure loafed lazily about on one of the many rooftops of Latent. This young man, on closer inspection, appeared to be laying on his back on the slanted tile roof of a random building in the business district, just above the edge, with his left leg bent at the knee, and his right crossed over it so his calf rested upon it. How the man managed to stay like this on roof tops for extended periods of time without managing to slip off was anyone's guess. Probably ninja magic.
With his fingers threaded and his hands behind his head, the young man left out a yawn. It was none other than Silver, Vice Captain of Kyonuske First Squad, and acting commander in Vahn's absence. His attire today was reminiscent of that of his idol's, being both more than fit for fighting in, as well as esthetically pleasing. He wore a tight, sleeveless red shirt, and loose black training pants, with red stripes running up the sides and small, stylized white flames embroidered on the outsides near the cuffs of the pants legs. His hands and feet were wrapped for battle, though he didn't particularly expect to do any today. Over that, on his feet, were modest black sandals, the one on his right foot dangling loosely from his toes as his shook it crossed over the other leg. His only personal addition to this particular ensemble was his ninja hirai-ate headband, recently altered to have needlessly long and dramatically cut slack in the fabric of the band, almost entirely for the sole purpose of billowing in the wind when he struck dramatic poses because Silver thought it "looked cool".
Though, he certainly wasn't acting like a commander today. There wasn't much commanding to do as far as he saw it. Latent didn't need them, it had it's own police force, and a damn good one he had to admit. No one wanted to hire a recovering ninja clan betrayed by several of it's own members. Hell, even if someone wanted to, they couldn't have because they were all pretty much in hiding, and even then there weren't even really enough of them left to hire out. Sure, word had gotten around that they were still in town, but if ninja didn't want to be found, they wouldn't be. They all just sort of sat around in secret, keeping quiet, Silver himself boarding in a modest house along with Mitsuyo, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for... him.
So, today, he was just relaxing, laying about on rooftops, only getting up to change positions if the hustle and bustle of the active merchant town got too loud for him in a particular area. Honestly, he was probably skipping out on something. Neglecting his training or some other task Mitsuyo had set him on. But those things didn't matter to him right now. He just wanted to lay around and stare at the sky, wondering when his Shishou would come home. Though not all Kyo were as optomistic as he was, he knew Vahn was out there somewhere. Whether is was some strange side effect of the seal on his abdomen or not, he could just feel it in his gut.
Unfortunately, Silver's loafing would be cut short today, as unspeakable horror decended upon the merchant town of Latent. Thick clouds of smoke floating into the sky, as well as his vision, from the far end of town, snapped him out of his stupor. Almost simultaneously, paniced crowds of people came rushing down the street screaming bloody murder. He sat up and looked in the direction of the smoke, his eyes coming to rest on the docks. His eyes widened a little, expecting to find a mere dock fire, but was presented with something much worse. Some sort of unnatural fog had rolled in, hovering particularly over only that part of town. He couldnt see through it very well, but he could tell by the bright orange glow that the far end of the district was a raging inferno, as well as several more explosions occuring sporadically. What the hell could be going on over there?
Silver sprang to his feet (and almost right off the roof. He had to take a few seconds to regain his balance. Ninja magic must be failing him.) He scooped up his weapon, an ebony bokken which had been laying next to him, and he began to bound across the rooftops, one by one, headed for the docks.
Minutes later, he arrived on a rooftop near the edge of the eerie mist. Surveying the area, he found what appeared to be three individuals ganging up on one man, only two of the four of them actually physically exchanging blows. Though none of them struck him as particularly ordinary citizens, there was something especially unsettling about the 3 that appeared to be working together. Given they didn't seem concerneed with what was going on right behind them, Silver deduced that either they had caused it, or that they knew something about what actually had.
Silver gripped his weapon tight and muttered to himself. He had come too far to turn and run back for help, and there was someone infront of him who looked like he needed it immediately. He probably couldn't take them all by himself, but maybe he could hold them off with the other guy until the Shields and/or Spears arrived, or, if he were lucky, the Kyo.
Mitsuyo, I sure hope you somehow get word of this quickly...
With that, Silver leapt off the roof, sailing torwards the street below. Not a particularly graceful person, he collided with the pavement in crouch like a hot meteor, the stone cracking and caving beneath him sending dust and debris everywhere. He landed behind the man doing battle with the knight, putting himself between the two and the reverse-eyed man. He slowly stood up from the smoldering indention he'd made, locking eyes with the frightful man before him. His weird eyes were more than a bit unerving to Silver, but he had to keep his game face on. Go time.
"What is the meaning of this? Who are all you people? If you caused all the commotion at the docks, prepare to face the authorities!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 7:48 pm
In a squat, two story building near the center of town, a lot of activity had started taking place in the last ten minutes or so. On the front of the building, if one cared to look, though it was rather obvious, was the Shield Crest.
As soon as the Shields had been informed of what was going on, mainly due to the troop marching through the streets since they had lost contact with the Port Authority, all officers on duty were issued flak jackets and mainly either shotguns or some rifles, though some had their standard sidearms still. They also started calling in off duty officers and teams went out to issue gear to the men on the streets.
The men on the streets had other orders as well, they were working to get people into their homes and going door to door telling people that they needed to lock their houses or stores up. Nothing more. Though most of the Shields patroling the streets didn't know any more than that at the moment anyways. As soon as they knocked on the door, got an answer and told the occupant, they moved to the next building.
As all this started happening, on the roof of the Shields building, two of their refurbished Huey helicopters were powering up their engines, rotars begining to turn, faster and faster as the torque increased. The door on the roof opened and ten men in tactical gear rushed out of the door, splitting into two, five man teams, each team loading into a helicopter.
Once the teams had loaded up, which took all of ten seconds, the engines powered up to full throttle, dust and bits of paper and debris being blown all over the place by the downdraft caused by the rotars, the Hueys lifted off, first one that had side mounted .50 caliber machine guns in gunship configuration, then the second, with two .50 cals door mounted and operated by crew chiefs. They flew off together towards where they had last heard of the troop of ghouls being, though they could see the cloud of fog surronding the docks as they flew
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 8:01 pm
It seemed that he was no longer able to observe the fight between the knight and the town's defender, even if he was doing more harm than any defender had the right to. But either way, now with this man here, Decruda wouldnt have a chance to watch for an opening to strike at the knight's opponent. Instead, he stood there as his lips cracked into a devilish grin as he listened to the man's question without giving an answer, the small tube hanging from between his jaws. "- to die!" The man with the inverted eyes cut in, turning his body to his left side with one step as he held the glass dagger in his right hand and the wool cloth in his left, cloth still wrapped around the blade as if he was still cleaning the weapon. However, there was something so much more going on here. Tearing the dagger away from the cloth in a motion very similar to drawing a sword from a sheath at the hips, the darkly clad man swiped it through the air in a quick horizontal arch. Though the two men would be far from arm's reach for the glass weapon to actually cut flesh, something else would happen. in the instant the weapon was pulled away from the clothe, sparks of electricity flashed from it's tip, and during the slashing arch, a bolt of lightning would arch out, illuminating the area in a blinding white light as it it bursted out to strike at the man. The sheer amount of elecrical energy generated from the two materials crackled through the area, and even though it was concentrated in one direction, the proximity of such a blast caused Decruda's greasy black hair to stand up on end for a moment as tiny bolts of electricity arched up his arms, over his pearly white teeth, up his head, and then down his back. Ever with the splitting grin lining his face, he let out a low cackle during the lightshow.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 8:13 pm
Huff. Puff. More huffing and puffing as Alexiel pushed open the doors to the station the Shields were working out of. She stood in the doorway, hunched over and breathing heavily. It was apparent that she had run a ways to get where she was.
Alexiel had been informed by a Shield that the city was being attacked by hordes of undead and with the help of an escort, she had made her way to the station to acquire help in well, helping to stop the hordes of undead fiends.
The minute she had caught her breath, she looked up to what she was sure would be many odd looks. Why wouldn't the people there be giving the young woman odd looks? She had burst into their station out of breath, dressed all in black and a rather heavy bookbag on her back.
"I... can help... I can perform a ritual, but I need men to hold off the undead until I'm done... and I need to be in the very center of the town..." Yes, it was a lot to say and take in, but time was of the essence.
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