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 Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 8:17 pm
((yeah i was waiting on you to post too, now that you have i can post something later and i will call my young uncle tomorrow to see if he is not grounded anymore.))
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 8:23 pm
((Blue: Kewl. Y'know, my best buddy's the young aunt of three nephews.
Silas: I said I was half Italian, 'member? Plus part Mongolian on my German half. Lol, I don't watch Jersey Shore. The Big Bang Theory's way better, with all it's nerdy references.))
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 8:23 pm
((Yeah, I 'member. lol I was just commenting that I could see the Italian in you.))
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 8:28 pm
((An' I'm commenting that you're commenting on...something. Lol.))
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 8:37 pm
((Well...I guess I'll post some action now. Who's playing the dragon, again? Is it you, Ty?))
Reis slammed a frustrated fist into the earth, drawing power as he did so, and growling in rage as the savage beast killed the people around it. He charged his fists with electricity, and released a concussive magnetic wave around himself and the dragon, using electrical power to push the innocents out of harm's way. He then began feeding from the dragon itself, enjoying the vast stores of energy flowing within its thick hide. He took a defensive stance, waiting for a cue from the beast to make a move.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 8:45 pm
((Yeup, for now. I'll have to post back tomorrow though, my time has be upz now. D= ))
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 9:39 am
Treylon tried to hit the demon again but he was too fast with his getaway. He turned around, and saw that Reis was fighting a dragon so he went over to help out Reis. Ready for whatever that dragon was going to do Treylon built up light energy to make the light bow again, and arrow then looked around for a weak spot on the dragon's body.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 12:02 pm
"It doesn't look like they're listening..." Adalwulf noted dryly. He helped the woman walk slowly over to a bench to rest. Looks like they had to fight now.
Aetas nodded wearily and sat down. "You might as well go and help, then."
The bounty hunter groaned but trotted off, figuring out in his head how the hell they were going to kill the thing.
The dragon took no mind of the people being pushed aside out of the way. It kept up it's charge before skidding to a slight halt. Taking stock of the one in front of it, a suspicious gleam came to it's eye. But it was gone in an instant, as burning flames rose up from the pit of it's stomach and coming loose from it's maw. Roofs caught almost instantly on fire, crackling up like they were dry tinder. The dragon turned it's attention, and fire, to the one defender, and to the elf who'd come to help.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 12:16 pm
Der Reisende channeled his borrowed energy, and created a rift in the scorching hot air around the flame, doing his best to redirect it. He was partially successful. The heat was lessened, but not altogether avoided. Her struggled to hold his ground and direct the flames into the open air, away from people and property. His leather coat burned away, and the flames began scorching his flesh. He paid no mind to the searing pain. When the dragon had exhaled all the flames from that one breath, Reis rolled under it, wrapping cloth bandages around his hands and wrist as he did so. He unsheathe the Chimera Blade, and thrust it up into the dragon's belly, hoping once again to pierce it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 12:33 pm
Since Treylon could not find a good opening he decided to go for an eye. Watching Reis thrust his blade into the creature he ulled back on the light bow string, and carefully aimed at the right eye of the creature then fired. As usual the arrow hit its mark, and went throught the dragon's right eye sending the creature in sudden jerk as it realized it was in pain.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 12:40 pm
((That's autohitting! You gotta let Ty defend, or decide to take damage.))
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 12:52 pm
((Lol, it's okies. The hit didn't kill it anyway.))
The dragon roared in agony. Usually it's underbelly would be fairly protected, but since the dark best used to be a man, it was weak there. A small puncture distracted it, so it didn't see an arrow heading straight for it. The worst part was that it didn't go all the way in. Blood poured from the hole and fell to the street below, sizzling on the ground. The dragon swung it's head back and forth wildly, smashing more buildings in the process and dragging the one who'd stabbed it in it's belly along the ground.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 3:36 am
Reis planted his boots in the scaly hide of the dragon, and managed to extricate his blade and roll away before being stomped to death. He was immortal, but not invincible, after all. He spent a fraction of a second to compose himself, and moved to attack again. He changed the form of his blade once again, to another of its four forms. It split into two pairs of razor-sharp, interlocked daggers, glowing faintly blue with its innate elemental force of water. He used them as climbing tools to make his way up the long, scaly neck of the beast, hoping to get to the dragon's heart, and purify the darkness of the spell before he was forced to kill the changed man. He cast a wild eye across the battlefield, to see that Aetas had been weakened so that she could not stand. He guessed that the caster of the dragon's spell was probably responsible. He also caught sight of Adalwulf, moving in to assist. Decision time.... Der Reisende slid down the neck of the mystic reptile, an ice-blue blade in hand, and poised to strike if Adalwulf and Treylon together could not fell the beast.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 9:54 am
Treylon watched as Reis got on the dragon's back ready to either kill it or put it into submission. He decided to let Reis deal with it while he protects the rest of the village from the dragon's rampage. Thinking of a way to protect them Treylon knew that he was not powerful enough to surround the dragon with a light shield but he might be powerful enough to raise a instant light shield big, and wide enough to protect anything that the dragon is about to kill or destroy. Knowing this he decided to follow the dragon's movements with light energy already built up in his hands ready to build a instant light shield.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 2:56 pm
((Shadow of the Colossus. XD))
Adalwulf slid to a stop next to Treylon, suddenly unsure of what exactly he was planning. Reaching back, he unstrapped his crossbow from it's secure position, loading a bolt into the mechanism. He raised it up to eye level, squinting a little, though that didn't help at all, him being one eyed to begin with. "You're all dummköpfe, you know that? Crazy idiots." He muttered loudly, and aimed for the shoulder of the dragon, letting the bolt fly. Maybe he could distract the beast so Reis could kill it, or whatever he was doing.
Even after a few seconds had passed, the dark area where Fenrir found himself did not appear in the least bit comforting. Almost like being buried alive in a cave. That was something he hoped would never happen again. He lifted his feet from the ground, finding he could float here, and crossed his legs, bringing his arms behind his head. "Jeez-us, you didn't have to drain her that much, Darkness." Silence. He shrugged. "Fine, don't reply."
The dragon shook it's heavy head from side to side, vainly trying to dislodge the man who'd had the nerve to climb it like it was a rock wall. It roared again, flapping it's massive wings, and leaped into the air. Being that it had tried to get airborne from the ground, the area around it was razed down from the bursts of air. The dark beast flew to a height it thought appropriate, before barrel-rolling, hoping to get it's odd passenger off.
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