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Post by norimo on Dec 13, 2015 17:59:56 GMT -6
Among the madness, Ooro was taken off-guard by her clothing being tugged at.
Running away... Her teary eyes glanced back to Marcus as he continued in his rage. When people needed you most... Her eyes clamped shut, turning her head away from the scene and patted the child as she tried to choke back the sobs. "I... ran away too," was all she could make out. Seeing her old friend in such disarray only served to resurface the guilt she sought to bury long ago. Luckily, Osseus had begin coming to his senses as he spoke up, however...
What Osseus hadn't known is that Ooro was having trouble maintaining her claws. Her legs had been able to shift alright, but her talons could barely hold their form for long. Luair had already accepted the plan, and was more than prepared to enact it when given the cue. She didn't want to let them down, but she also didn't want to be responsible for their deaths. "I... don't know if I can do that. My claws haven't been reacting as they usually do. I'll shift my legs, and cut down as many as I can and as quickly as possible. You and Luair need to get across before anything else. I'll... catch up with you." As she finished, her legs shifted and she readied one hand.
"Luair, if possible, try shooting a few arrows to help cut the path. Remember- you two absolutely need to get there first. I'm... ready whenever you are, Osseus."
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Post by schribbit on Dec 13, 2015 18:53:19 GMT -6
Enoch broke from his stupor as he noticed Daryn slicing at the hydra's heads, almost stumbling over his words as he immediately roared, " DARYN! STOP!! DON'T CUT THE HEADS! The eyes are --" allies became cloaked with a golden aura, gaining a boost to their physical defense and gaining the ability to speak to snakes. Though the ability to talk to snakes in this situations was useless, it was the only was Manasa could finish the dance. Daryn was about to jump up and slice the thing's heads off again before she heard Enoch's order. "Eyes, what eyes?!" She yelled back, only to find Enoch was now preoccupied with the humanoid fearen. She had only taken her eyes off the dragonlike fearen for a moment, and when she looked back, three of its ice heads had their mouths open displaying odd circular- "Oh, THOSE eyes!" She yelled mostly to herself. With her hastened body she jumped up and slashed her sword through the three ice heads' mouths just before they launched their attack. Before she could get to the other heads to rid them of their power sources, she was hit in the side with one of the heads in an attempt on its part to harm her, but to Daryn's surprise it barely moved her. That's when she realized the golden aura that had combined with the light blue one of Enoch's magic defense. Someone else must have cast a spell on her too, and the golden hue only made her think of Manasa. She thanked her in her mind as she made quick work of slicing the rest of the heads' eyes. With her hastened body both magically and physically defended, Daryn felt a surge of energy and power. Magic really isn't so bad. |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 13, 2015 19:21:39 GMT -6
Oxy looked between his mother and Rylan. To him, this was proof that killing fearens was wrong. They were creatures with feelings. They could speak. Surely that meant they couldn't be all bad, right? They deserved a second chance if he got so many... He turned away from Clarissa, who paid him no mind as he ran straight for Rylan, his loose cloak falling off behind him. Tears were in his eyes, and despite everything that was happening, he was smiling that his friend was back. "Rylan, Rylan!"
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Post by Emily on Dec 13, 2015 19:31:35 GMT -6
Valdus quickly noticed that Galystris was attacking him and blocked it using a giant golden shield. He said to himself "An ice mage huh? She completely froze my shield rendering it nearly useless. This is not an opponent to be taken lightly." He summoned a golden cannon and used it to shoot a bunch of fireballs all over the place in rapid succession straight at Galystris's direction. Her eyes widened in shock at the attack. A few of the fireballs hit her, causing her to let out a yelp. Galystris encased herself in a block of ice, to block out the attacks, but it was bound to melt into water soon. "God dammit, he wasn't supposed to see me..." she muttered to herself, very visibly not proud of how conspicuous she was being. When the attacks would stop, or when the ice melted, she would shoot another frostbolt. Hey, at least it was a good way to restore mana. |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Dec 13, 2015 19:42:36 GMT -6
As Mimisko shoots fire at her, Yapilo decided to create a labyrinth. Was this Yapilo's doing or Lopiya's doing. In anycase, Mimisko is now in a void. "Did I...defeat Yapilo?" " You did, Mimisko." Came before her, it's Lopiya, standing in front of her. And she is normal. Not in fearen form. Mimisko is surprised as well as in tears  "Mama! You're back to normal!" " Yes, but I will not be around for much long. Valdus thought that a bad idea was a good idea." "So, you have to go, am I correct?" " Yes, but don't worry, I will not return as a fearen.. as Yapilo... It has been nothing but torture for me this whole time."Lopiya walks over to Mimisko and hugs her. " Mimisko, I am very proud you didn't back down. It shows how strong you are" Mimisko tears began to stream down as she hugs her mother back. "I'm glad that I was able to hear your during my times when I feel like I failed as a hero." Lopiya began to feel teary eyed. She's still keeping her smile though.  " Mimisko, I will miss being right beside you, but I do know my time has come. I love you, Mimisko." "I love you too, Mama!" And with that, Lopiya faded away. The labyrinth that Yapilo created desappeard. Mimisko, still feeling teary eyed, looked up and said. "Farewell....Mom.." |
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Post by not u on Dec 13, 2015 19:55:45 GMT -6
"Oh, THOSE eyes!" She yelled mostly to herself. Enoch glanced over in time to see Daryn finish off the Hydra fearen before dodging another attack from Cyrus, silently thanking Manasa as some of the more devestating hits that struck him barely left a scratch after her dance. Cyrus smirked and glanced over at Daryn, sending a spike of earth into the ground just behind her. "You keep checking on that person over there," he hummed in a sing song voice, "Are they important to you?" He grinned and turned his focus onto Daryn, summoning a large quantity of earthen spears, Enoch immediately taking this window to slice him across the back. The fearen let out a pained grunt, taking a sharp breath through his teeth before laughing, most of the magical attack dissipating. "Eyes on me, you bastard!" he shouted, angling his weapon to send his glaive straight through the fearen's body. Cyrus smirked, sending the spikes towards the ground between himself and Enoch before he could attack once again, turning back towards him as the glaive clanged noisily off the rocks. "You always did like my attention, didn't you," he laughed, dragging his hammer up into his grip. "Don't get jealous. I'll destroy you, just like old times. And then as soon as you're not here to protect... that thing, I'll make sure to send them to hell right behind you." His hand thrust forward, sending the spikes that had been shielding him towards Enoch, laughing. "Come on then Enoch!" Enoch growled and charged towards the fearen, his blood boiling hotter and hotter with anger. Masquerading around in Cyrus's face while threatening his friends and guild members, he couldn't stand it anymore. The two were toe to toe, matching and dodging each others attacks as if it were a choreographed dance. After the years upon years of sparring with one another, each knew the basic attack patterns and habits of the other, and responded accordingly.  "You can't dodge forever!" Cyrus chimed playfully. "You'll burn yourself out of mana soon enough!" Swiftly Enoch continued to dodge, casting Slow on Cyrus to try and force him off his game, and keeping up his tempo. Need to find an opening... need to find an opening... The waltz was interrupted as one of the spikes ripped through his cape and pinned him to the ground, taking Enoch by surprise as his back suddenly met the floor. "Damn this thing!" he shouted, yanking free and rolling out of the way as Cyrus brought another attack crashing down, clipping the priest's back as he freed himself just in the nick of time. |
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Post by Allie on Dec 13, 2015 20:07:26 GMT -6
Ooro's expression distracted him for a moment, clearly distressed about something in the battle. He knew it then: he was going to lose another mother figure if he didn't act now. "Ok, Luair, cover up for Ooro too! We need her alive!!" Osseus yelled across the battlefield before enacting his master plan to get Enoch on their team. He eyed an opening, focusing on the man clearly engaged by Enoch's Swiftly Enoch continued to dodge, casting Slow on Cyrus to try and force him off his game, and keeping up his tempo. Need to find an opening... need to find an opening... The waltz was interrupted as one of the spikes ripped through his cape and pinned him to the ground, taking Enoch by surprise as his back suddenly met the floor. "Damn this thing!" he shouted, yanking free and rolling out of the way as Cyrus brought another attack crashing down, clipping the priest's back as he freed himself just in the nick of time. His back! Clearly the man would have never seen him coming, so he cleared himself a path of fearen, aiming to stab the elf fearen in the back with one of his daggers, also considering twisting the knife if he managed to land. He tilted his body in a manner to where Enoch could see, flashing the most devilish grin imaginable. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 13, 2015 20:19:32 GMT -6
Oxy looked between his mother and Rylan. To him, this was proof that killing fearens was wrong. They were creatures with feelings. They could speak. Surely that meant they couldn't be all bad, right? They deserved a second chance if he got so many... He turned away from Clarissa, who paid him no mind as he ran straight for Rylan, his loose cloak falling off behind him. Tears were in his eyes, and despite everything that was happening, he was smiling that his friend was back. "Rylan, Rylan!"
Rylan was gasping for air from the pain in his bloodied chest as he watched the small, half-breed child running towards him. A demonic grin flashed across the priests face, as a devious plan popped into his head. The flames in the priest's hands began to concentrate into a fiery orb as Oxy ran passed the imp, getting closer and closer to Rylan. " Yes Oxy, it's me, you're best friend Rylan! Here, let's play CATCH!!" Rylan chucked the flaming ball as hard as he could, sending it hurdling towards Oxy. Rylan eyed Zerah, just waiting to watch him fall into his trap. If Zerah ran in to protect the boy, the flames would be devastating. Zerah knew all too well what the priest was trying to do, and it made the imp want to vomit. But he played into his trap. Zerah sprinted as quickly as he could towards the child, hoping that he may be able to get there and knock both of them out of the way before the flames could hit them. However, when it became apparent that that was not an option, Zerah, acting on instinct, threw himself in front of Oxy, barely managing to get his enormous claws in front of him in time. The flames exploded onto the imp's arms, a scream of agony erupting from him. "O-oxy!" He uttered "Th-that's not Rylan! That's a...sk-skinwalker pretending to be Rylan!" He lied, "Z-Zerah's gonna play the hero now, and get rid of that skinwalker." Rylan had expected Zerah to try and put out his claws, in which case he would launch his next attack, but he was gravely mistaken. Zerah lowered both his now-flaming arms down to either side of him, a look on his face that even sent chills down Rylan's spine. The imp began to move towards him, and it began to set in for Rylan how immensely he had screwed up. He began to back away, all the arrogance, confidence and rage washed away and replaced by nothing but pure terror. He threw fireballs sporadically at Zerah, none of which made any contact. " S-stay away!! STAY AWAY, YOU MONSTER!!!" Rylan screamed. "Do you know WHY they called me the Lapiz Town Monster?" Zerah snarled, closing in on the priest. "It's because, only a monster could be capable of such a feat. Of crushing a human beings body into a bloodied mush with one swing of his fists." The flames on Zerah's arms appeared to be growing, but it only appeared this way due to the fact that he had begun to expand his gargantuan claws even larger than before, to the point where they were nearly dragging along the floor. Rylan tripped over his own two feet in a panic, and tried to scurry backwards, but it was too late. Zerah was already looming over him. "Allow me to show you how easy it is for me to end you." With that, Zerah lifted both his hands high above his head, and brought them down on the horrified priest before he even had a chance to scream. The sheer force behind that swing shook the earth around him, and dissipated the flames from the speed at which he brought them crashing down on the fearen. When he removed his claws from the crater, all that was left of the former fearen was an unrecognizable mulch of splattered entrails, fearen blood and bone fragments. Zerah's arms morphed back to their normal shape as he turned back to Oxy, exhaustion beginning to set in. "Oxy, I need you to listen to me. You have the chance to become an incredible hero. You're not like that fearen. That fearen had chosen to become a villain a long time ago, and sometimes, there's just nothing you can do about it. Some people just don't want to be good. But that's because they CHOOSE that life. Nobody is born a villain, and nobody is born a hero. You have to choose which side you want to be on. And should you choose to be a hero, you'll be the best darn hero in the world." He smiled weakly at the boy. The battle was far from over, however. Valdus was still amongst the battlefield and another humanoid fearen seemed to have taken interest in Zerah, as he was walking his way. Zerah sighed as he prepared himself to fight again. He looked back to Oxy for a moment. "Oxy! I need you to go find somebody who will keep you safe. Go find Manasa, or your mother, if she IS your mother right now." Zerah looked to see Kama, Alroth and Galystris fighting against Valdus. Zerah planned on joining them, but would have to deal with another nuisance to deal with. He turned his attention back towards the humanoid fearen, who seemed elvish in appearance and readied himself for a fight. {Current Zerah}  |
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Post by schribbit on Dec 13, 2015 20:20:21 GMT -6
Cyrus smirked and glanced over at Daryn, sending a spike of earth into the ground just behind her. "You keep checking on that person over there," he hummed in a sing song voice, "Are they important to you?" "Holy-!" Daryn was knocked out of her fearen-killing trance after slicing a hound fearen when an earth spike landed just behind her. This scared her out of her magic-induced high and she remembered she should probably be helping her team mates- that's when she saw Enoch and the elf fearen fighting intensely. She hadn't seen Enoch on such an offensive before, or at least she couldn't remember it. It struck her that the man Enoch was fighting was probably a large threat if he was trying so hard to get rid of him. His back! Clearly the man would have never seen him coming, so he cleared himself a path of fearen, aiming to stab the elf fearen in the back with one of his daggers, also considering twisting the knife if he managed to land. He tilted his body in a manner to where Enoch could see, flashing the most devilish grin imaginable. Daryn saw the enemy's current state of focus as a good place to aid Enoch, and without seeing Osseus behind him, sprinted forward with the plan of plunging her sword right into the fearen elf's chest. |
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Post by titee on Dec 13, 2015 20:44:19 GMT -6
Manasa backed away from Clara preparing to strike once more with her fan. There was no point to reasoning with the fearen, they were too far gone. All the shadow slayers could do was subdue them. She swipped at the fearen with the blade tipped fan, letting out an audible hiss as her eyes became more serpentine. As her pupils contracted she felt as if she could see every microscopic drop of poison on Clara's greyed flesh.
Deeper.
She wanted it to go deeper, to burrow into the fearen like a collection needles. Manasa's desire started to warp into a reality before her very eyes; the poison beginning to fig down into the fearen's skin. As it did so Manasa shivered, a coldness she had never felt before traveling up her fingertips and gracing her lips. She breathed out a puff of fog and clamped her eyes shut, the cold feeling completely foreign to her.
Only Oxy calling out Rylan's name snapped her back to the battle. She watched in horror as Rylan died before her eyes a second time, her soul all but crushed. "Ox... y...." She meekly called to the child.
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Post by Evan on Dec 13, 2015 20:54:21 GMT -6
Alroth saw the attack coming as he was engaging a sting fearen in his path. With little time to think of a better plan, the armor stabbed its sword right through the sting fearen and pulled the skewered corpse in front of its self. The golden sword plunged through the carcass from the other side, and seemed to tear through the flesh unhindered until the sting body exploded and changed the blade's trajectory.
"Shit." Pinky sword under her breath at how close it had been. She hated when things fell in the hands of luck.
Yet, those hands were a double edged sword, and Alroth would immediately pay back the stroke of luck. He'd stood still for too long - a plant fearen clamped the armor's leg, slowing him down even more.
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Post by melty on Dec 13, 2015 20:55:30 GMT -6
Luair did as instructed, firing a couple arrows in her stead catching any unfortunate fearen on the way. Soon enough, there was a cleared road that she passed through as she created more ground.
Upon hearing this instruction, Luair swung around presuming Ooro was not far behind. Seeing that she was yet to catch up grew worried and returned to her side. 'Ooro, we must hasten! Our help is required! She paused to refect on the situation at hand; better words were needed.
'Osseus wishes for us to stay alive and I have no intention of not fulfilling that request.' She grabbed her hand, holding it tightly. 'I plead for you to do the same.'
She held Tveiralmr out in front and released another shot, thus time it gathered a large distance and re-opened the way once more. 'Shall we go?' she said, this time by her side. 'Osseus is expecting us both you see.' she explained, her fears stowed away by such words. There was a faint smile on her face, but it was stained with pain.
Halvar watched the man polish off the other fearen, reducing the victim to a bloody heap. Seeing such a sight gave his such joy and he let out a loud roar of laughter, coming to a halt a few metres away.
'That was a performance you put on there. It is good to see that there is one person is capable.' He swung Einnalmr around to show off. 'Mind showing me a similar display. But this time, you will not be the victor. Your resting grounds will be beside that once man.' He poined to Rylan's remains.
'I cannot wait to witness blood pour from your stomach.' Halvar rushed first with his shield, then would later swing his halberd at the mentioned area.
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Post by ChibiGissy on Dec 13, 2015 21:08:26 GMT -6
As Mimisko wiped the tears off her eyes, she sees Rylan facing his demise for the second time. Mimisko looked away for a moment, given what she saw the first time it happened. Though, She knew this was bond to happen, given that he was a fearen and all. That and Mimisko speculated that he and Zerah are unfoutunatly the worst of enemies. Once she looked back, Rylan was gone... again. Mimisko looked up. " Rylan...I hope you'll find peace again... just like my mother" Mimisko sees there were some winged fearen heading towards Ooro and Luiar. "No, you don't!" She shoots fire arrows at fearens before they got even close to near.  |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 13, 2015 21:15:18 GMT -6
So much was happening. The fighting was spread between the humanoids, the normal fearen, and Valdus; and as hard as he tried the healer could not keep focused on any of it. His ears suddenly caught another strange scuttling sound, much faster than the first. A woman's voice accompanied it. "Rezza Flore!?" The voice seemed to be circling around him, the voice shouting as if to get someone's attention. And it was definitely not his. "Rezza Flore! It IS you! Ahohohoh." With that the voice was gone, and the sound faded. There were very few people who knew his name that could still recall who he was, and the fact that one of those people was a woman affirmed his suspicion. His stomach began twisting, an uncomfortable heat building along his spine. 'Maybe they won't come near me... Maybe if I just ignore them they'll lose interest and leave...' As he looked back out on the battle a hand reached out for his shoulder, he had failed to hear the approaching footsteps.  {Heres a monster of bad writing and art}Hesitantly he began to look over his shoulder. 'Maybe one of the guild members just straggled behind... Surely they'd have some questions... R- Right?' His attempts to talk himself down were all a waste, his body trembled as the person behind him slowly entered his sights.   This was one time Rezza dreaded being right, as the man who stood behind him was someone he had wished to never see again. Reave Flore's face scrunched as his youngest son turned his head to face the man; his expression twisted into a mass of disgust, anger, and loathing. There was no mistaking it. The diminutive man before him was undoubtedly the vile traitor, Rezza Flore. Someone that he couldn't wait to get his hands on.  Rezza's jaw drop, his mouth agape. After two years of thinking he had won... This was surely a sight he never thought he see again and his eyes were left wide with fear as the old man's hand moved from his shoulder. He felt the hand tugging on his hair as it gripped the back of his head tightly. The next thing he knew his face was sent straight to the ground, a sickening crack playing through his head. The shock of it making him feel sick and dizzy. Feeling the hand on his head ease its grip the healer reached out his right arm and pulled himself a few inches away from Reave.  He placed his hand over his nose as he brought his face off the ground, it hurt immensely and blood began running down his face. The sound of feet behind him caught his attention. The healer blinked slowly, turning himself over to see just what awaited him. Horror washed over him as he was met with four familiar faces. The Flores stood over him, all wearing expressions of anger and disgust. Barely a second to think was afforded to him as one of the two younger members, his eldest brother Rees, jumped on him clenching a hand around his throat.  His head hit the ground hard causing his vision to black out for a few seconds. He was blinded. Rezza gave an attempt to yell for help but all that came out was a raspy, hushed cry. When his vision returned he was in the air, held at an arms length away from Rees. Both of his hands clasped onto his brother's arm as he wiggled weakly, hoping he could somehow escape Rees' hold. As the healer stared at his brother, blood and tears flowing from his face, the man spoke.  "Try calling for help and see what happens when they say no." An obvious hatred filled his voice. Unlike the rest of the family, when he still lived Rees held no intention of trying to make amends with Rezza. The meaning behind these words was all to clear to Rezza,. Bringing up the time that the family had called on him, not as a Flore, but as a healer to help a sick child. In vain he continued to struggle against Rees' grip, unable to breathe at all, his head thrashing about. A sudden voice from his left brought his eyes to Ekh, who brandished her claws in front of her face as she chimed in on the tail of Rees' statement.  "Are you really even worth it?" Lunging forward her claws dug into Rezza's left arm like knives causing him to let out a breathless gasp. She pried it away from its hold on Rees' wrist, leaving him only his right. The healer's eyes darted around and he saw Reave nod at someone, someone who had stood by silently this whole time.  Nel stepped forward at Reave's permission, she was done watching now. Without a single word, merely looking through Rezza as if he were less than dirt, she clapped her hand down on his right shoulder. Her other hand reached pulled his right hand away by the wrist as she walked behind him. It didn't take a genius to guess what she intended to do, he knew this and attempted to wriggle free with even more urgency than before. Nel elbowed his back, keeping a firm grip on his forearm. Slowly she began to push it into the other half of his arm and watched him squirm as they got closer. She continued to force the two halves together until they were parallel. Rezza could feel his wrist pressing firmly into his upper arm as his mind registered the pop created from this action. Pain flared through his arm as Nel let go letting it drop limply to his side.  The movement only served to exacerbate the pain. Quietly Nel stepped back, and Rezza's eyes scrambled around unsure of what the Flores' next move was. He noticed Reave taking as step forward, his hand hidden in his pocket. The healer tried to speak up despite the hand still crushing his throat.  "Stop..." A whisper was the most he could muster as he pleaded with his former kin. "Stop it..." He could barely feel anything anymore aside from his burning lungs. Hearing these words Reave scowled deeply, watching his youngest's eyes search the rest of the battlefield. "After decades you're still relying on everyone else?" He removed his hand, taking out a small dagger he carried on his person. A sudden burst of anger exploded from his mouth as he drew back his arm. "You're one to be asking for help!" In a swift motion he dug the blade up into Rezza's abdomen. The healer let out a strained squeak in reaction to the metal piercing his body looking at the others more frantically than before. He didn't want to die here...
A snarl crossed her face as Urzul looked over the battlefield. Lifting her hand clenched into a tight fist, she smashed it into the wall letting out an enraged roar. Chunks fell at her feet. With both hands she reached down picking up the pieces of rubble and launching them across the room haphazardly . |
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Post by not u on Dec 13, 2015 21:56:29 GMT -6
His back! Clearly the man would have never seen him coming, so he cleared himself a path of fearen, aiming to stab the elf fearen in the back with one of his daggers, also considering twisting the knife if he managed to land. He tilted his body in a manner to where Enoch could see, flashing the most devilish grin imaginable. Enoch's breath caught in his throat as the heavy hammer nicked his back, grunting and trying to scramble to his feet before Cyrus kicked him back down before kicking him again, stomping his heel onto Enoch's hand that was clenched tightly around his glaive. "See you in hell, half breed," the man grinned, raising his hammer above his head. Enoch held his breath and quickly prepared a timestop spell when he noticed Osseus coming up from behind, his eyes flickering over as he saw the small elf approaching with his dagger raised before he returned his stare back to Cyrus, hoping and praying he didn't tip him off with his eye movement. The fearen raised an eyebrow as the priest didn't budge, frowning and watching his eyes before turning in that direction. "What the hell--" Daryn saw the enemy's current state of focus as a good place to aid Enoch, and without seeing Osseus behind him, sprinted forward with the plan of plunging her sword right into the fearen elf's chest. Immediately he reacted and tried to skirt away, Osseus's dagger sinking into his side at a more shallow angle and causing the fearen letting out a howl of pain. He twisted his body towards the smaller elven as he went to retaliate. "Y-You little shit!" he snarled, swinging his warhammer in an arc towards the smaller elf, getting winded by the exertion and pain. This left him wide open for Daryn's attack, noticing her only at the last moment as his attention was drawn by Osseus. As her sword plunged into his side, he staggered away, immediately shooting earthen spikes at the three. He gasped for air, wincing in pain and gripping his side, his glare dripping with hatred as he surveyed the three. Lifting his hand slowly, he tried to ready another magic attack, cursing once he realized how low on mana he was. "Are... are you really gonna let them kill me, Enoch? After all this time, we're finally together again . Didn't you miss me?" he asked with a false pleading tone, his voice getting progressively raspier as he continued to bleed. He just needed one well aimed strike. That's all. |
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