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Post by melty on Dec 15, 2015 2:07:08 GMT -6
Halvar failed to judge his opponent. Before he knew it, Zerah was coming straight at him with the intention to finish the battle. At this point he could not outrun him, nor could he fight back. Despite this, he did not intend to die so soon. He casted a blue aura and roared opening himself up to the attack. He was blown back taking on the full force of the attack, the heads crushing their full weigh on his limbs. Now sprawled on the ground he glanced up at him, and grinned.
'Are you ready to end me, worthy opponent?' He guffawed, blood pouring from his body.
Luair was at a loss at what to do. The lady from earlier was Osseus's mother. She thought to the conversation where she stated she would have liked to meet here and she would be so proud of him. And here she was fighting against her own son. Her father was also here and she dreaded to think if anything had happened since she left him.
What was this man talking about? Mutts? Was he referring to half-elves? She was taught that such a being was impossible and despite that there were many here that were the living proof.
At that point she knew that shooting from a long distance wasn't good enough. If the plan was to let Enoch escape, then Osseus's mother and his opponent would surely prevent this from happening, even with her contributing to those efforts.
She got as close as she could and then cried out, 'How can you say these things to your fellow kin? I forbade you to say such things about my team-mates. I do not want to go against the teachings of my kind, to us every elf is our own. If you continue to say anything any further, I will not forgive you.'
He launched a barrage of spikes in which she attempted to cancel some out with her arrows. It didn't succed everytime, but if it eased those directly in the fray then perhaps a chance at escape was sooner than she thought.
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 15, 2015 3:03:27 GMT -6
Halvar failed to judge his opponent. Before he knew it, Zerah was coming straight at him with the intention to finish the battle. At this point he could not outrun him, nor could he fight back. Despite this, he did not intend to die so soon. He casted a blue aura and roared opening himself up to the attack. He was blown back taking on the full force of the attack, the heads crushing their full weigh on his limbs. Now sprawled on the ground he glanced up at him, and grinned. 'Are you ready to end me, worthy opponent?' He guffawed, blood pouring from his body. Zerah's attack successfully landed, tearing deeply into the man's limbs. The elvish fearen fell to the floor, grinning up at the imp. He became incredibly confused Why was this man so accepting of his own death? He should be angry? Begging for mercy? At least, that was Zerah's experience whenever he disposed of his targets. The imp frowned at the man, a hint of pity in his eye. The arms seemed to have calmed down, a low whimper escaping from them. Zerah's right arm formed back into a needled point, facing towards the man's head. "You were a great opponent, sir." He uttered. The needle extended towards the man, aiming to pierce through the center of the warrior's forehead. |
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Post by melty on Dec 15, 2015 3:27:40 GMT -6
Halvar watched the needle aim in the middle of his forehead. Time had caught up to him. He smirked, knowing that his was the right way to go. To fight until the end, like he wanted to when he-.
In a brief moment, he saw his daughter flash past his eyes. His daughter he has long thought was dead and declared an impostor. Was here. A small whimper escaped as he could not tell the man that his was the case. He had no part in his revival and certainly did not wish for him to be aware that he was Luair's father. He could however give a few words.
'Mind passing this onto your friends?' He signaled to Einnalmr that stood beside him. 'I have no use for it now.'
'In truth I have died long ago, this only served to prolong my time here. And so I wish to return.'
This was certainly a change from his previous thirst for blood. He was now speaking calmly, as he did when he was alive. 'My kingdom was a fine kingdom, one that I would give anything to protect. Alas I instead placed that burden on my child, for she was the next heir. For fearens destroyed our land and for shame that I am now in this state.'
Blood spilled from his mouth, 'I cannot be afraid, knowing my child does everything she can to uphold the ways of our kingdom. She is truly the greatest successor to my kind. My beloved, Luair.'
He let her name escape, too delirious to keep his plan to the end. 'My dear Luair, I am so sorry. You must not let my death be the end of you. Our kingdom lives forever more within you.'
He looked to Zerah with a genuine smile, 'End my life, worthy opponent.'
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 15, 2015 3:59:20 GMT -6
Halvar watched the needle aim in the middle of his forehead. Time had caught up to him. He smirked, knowing that his was the right way to go. To fight until the end, like he wanted to when he-. In a brief moment, he saw his daughter flash past his eyes. His daughter he has long thought was dead and declared an impostor. Was here. A small whimper escaped as he could not tell the man that his was the case. He had no part in his revival and certainly did not wish for him to be aware that he was Luair's father. He could however give a few words. 'Mind passing this onto your friends?' He signaled to Einnalmr that stood beside him. 'I have no use for it now.' 'In truth I have died long ago, this only served to prolong my time here. And so I wish to return.' This was certainly a change from his previous thirst for blood. He was now speaking calmly, as he did when he was alive. 'My kingdom was a fine kingdom, one that I would give anything to protect. Alas I instead placed that burden on my child, for she was the next heir. For fearens destroyed our land and for shame that I am now in this state.' Blood spilled from his mouth, 'I cannot be afraid, knowing my child does everything she can to uphold the ways of our kingdom. She is truly the greatest successor to my kind. My beloved, Luair.' He let her name escape, too delirious to keep his plan to the end. 'My dear Luair, I am so sorry. You must not let my death be the end of you. Our kingdom lives forever more within you.' He looked to Zerah with a genuine smile, 'End my life, worthy opponent.' This completely caught Zerah off guard, but started to see the resemblance. He gave the king a sympathetic smile, taking the halberd from his hand. "I'll be sure it gets to her, your Highness." Zerah spoke, softly. "May your soul find peace in death." And with that, Zerah swiftly ended the man's life, jabbing the needle through his head. A tear was brought to the imp's eye, but this was no time to get emotional. Zerah was back into battle mode, searching the battle zone for Luair. The small elf girl seemed to be fighting along side Enoch, Daryn, Ooro and Osseus against two more humanoid fearen. You've got to be kidding me. Zerah began sprinting towards the area, the armored woman seeming to be the bigger threat. As he approached with Einnalmr in hand. "LUAIR!! YOUR DAD WANTED ME TO GIVE THIS TO YOU!" He shouted as he through the halberd in her direction. He'd have to tell her her father's final words, should they survive this battle. With the weapon given to it's intended wielder, Zerah sprinted towards Ortus, his claw morphed back into the gaping jaws of a savage beast. Ooro had initiated an attack, and Zerah was intending to help her. The jaws lunged towards the fearen's arms, hoping to sink their teeth into Ortus' arms. They wanted to at least immobilize her, but if things went well, the jaws could rip the woman's arms off with enough force. |
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Post by not u on Dec 15, 2015 4:45:24 GMT -6
"None taken," She taunted, clicking her tongue at the fearen priest. "I would prefer if you wouldn't harp on past transgressions, considering your sexual history with half-elves in your lifetime," Cyrus paused for a beat and blinked a couple of times in surprise, smirking before replying, "Touché." He could feel the blood leaking from the wounds that Osseus and Daryn inflicted starting to adhere his robes to his body, his energy starting to go along with his mana. But he gripped onto consciousness tightly, hoisting his hammer up onto his shoulder with a pained grunt and readying himself for the next person that came darting towards them. "Good luck with your master plans, guys!" She gave a thumbs up and a smile, and that's when she rolled out of the group, her barrier protecting her from the fire she also rolled through. Enoch stared over at her in surprise, confused as she recklessly ran off between the two humanoid fearen. What the hell is she doing!? She's going to get herself killed! He raised his hand to renew her Haste spell, cursing as he realized he'd drained himself of mana with that final barrier spell. Rushing through the flames while the barrier was still in tact, he shouted, "Daryn! You're going to get yourself killed like that!" He grit his teeth and gripped his weapon. He had 6 of Ooro's herbs left, but he couldn't stop to search for them until they were somewhere safer. When she got back up she quickly put away her sword and took out her bow and an arrow, shooting it at the elf fearen to try to divert his attention. "HEY, UGLY!" She shouted, "An elf like you wouldn't waste time on that trash, right? How about you fight a regular, normal human? See how long you survive!" She ran between the elf and the armored fearen, hoping to also catch that one's attention. "I bet both of you are too slow to hit me!" She got as close as she could and then cried out, 'How can you say these things to your fellow kin? I forbade you to say such things about my team-mates. I do not want to go against the teachings of my kind, to us every elf is our own. If you continue to say anything any further, I will not forgive you.' "Shouldn't waste time on trash like you either!" he snarled. With all his might he swung his weapon at the swordswoman as she came running past, her speed sending her far past him before he could land a hit. The fearen glanced back at Luair as he moved to strike Daryn again, far slower than she was with the extra weight of his warhammer and the lingering Slow spell. "There's nothing elven about halfbreeds! They're a blight on our kind and a blight on the humans! They can run to the ends of Ignis, and they'll never find a place to belong." He shot a barrage of spikes at the small elven girl, reaching the end of his mana supply. "Might as well drop dead!" That's when a sharp pain hit him in the back, Daryn's arrow striking him under his shoulder blade. "F-Fuck!" He lurched forward, nearly collapsing to the ground, his head spinning from the blood loss and pain. There were spots starting to fill his vision but he had to... he needed to do what he set out to do... "Even if that's a fearen, I still let Mom die." Osseus focused his energy on calming his shot nerves to respond, his voice still shaking, "She can send me straight to the depths of hell all she wants. I've already seen it anyways." "Enoch come on, we need to get out of here before we die!" Enoch shook his head as Osseus called to him, rushing forward with his glaive in hand, aimed straight for the weakened man's chest. This was the best opportunity. It needed to end. He gagged as the blade made contact, a sickening wet sound lingering in the air. The fearen's entire weight shifted onto the time mage, his entire chest trembled as it painfully struggled to breathe.  Cyrus laughed softly, a wet cough ripping from his throat. His fading voice was no longer vindictive and cruel, but held a certain lighthearted nature to it. "A-Ah... man... I-I fucked up, d-didn't I..." Enoch winced as he felt the man's body wracked with coughing. The dying fearen's unfocused gaze glanced up at his old friend, smiling sadly before struggling a couple more words out. {Spoiler - Click to View}  "You've found a lot of good friends now, haven't you... t-that's good..." Enoch's breath caught in his throat as Cyrus's breathing silenced, stepping back and letting him slide off his glaive to the ground. There was no time to linger or mourn in the middle of the battlefield, but he was now filled with a new resolve in the form of a searing hatred. Turning people into fearens for the sake of sacrifices and fighting... he couldn't even describe the consuming hatred boiling in his gut. Glancing over at Osseus's mother, he noticed Ooro and Zerah on the job, and returned to Osseus. "Daryn mentioned a 'master plan.' I'm listening. What did you have in mind to take that bastard down?" |
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Post by schribbit on Dec 15, 2015 5:29:32 GMT -6
"Shouldn't waste time on trash like you either!" he snarled. With all his might he swung his weapon at the swordswoman as she came running past, her speed sending her far past him before he could land a hit. The fearen glanced back at Luair as he moved to strike Daryn again, far slower than she was with the extra weight of his warhammer and the lingering Slow spell. That's when a sharp pain hit him in the back, Daryn's arrow striking him under his shoulder blade. "A pitiful attempt at a distraction, young man," Daryn fist-pumped as her arrow hit its target, and when she went to look at the armored fearen, it was already being taken care of by Ooro and Zerah. She sighed in relief, and when she went back to look for Enoch, he'd killed the elf fearen. Looks like everything is going well!She wasn't paying attention to where she was going, in fact she was even walking backwards to survey everything that was happening. This was very stupid on her part, considering they were in the middle of a fearen battle. She was smiling at how things were looking up between her friends and the humanoid fearen when out of no where a spore fearen came down and encased her halfway in its mouth before picking her up and flailing her around. Only her legs could be seen out of the spore fearen in this moment, which, if this weren't dangerous would look very humorous for anyone slightly cruel. Meanwhile Daryn was freaking out inside the thing's mouth. Luckily all her magical barriers and new armor prevented the thing from actually chewing her up, but it didn't mean she wasn't terrified. She'd had her bow out at the time, so using her sword was a little impossible at the moment. She used her bow instead to hold the fearen's mouth open as widely as she could while still holding on. This made for a sort of anchor, preventing the spore fearen from actually swallowing her whole. As quickly as she could, luckily with haste recast upon her, she took out one of her daggers that she could reach on her belt and sliced the fearen's eye. This caused it to convulse from pain, crush her bow, and send her flying. |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Dec 15, 2015 5:55:21 GMT -6
((I'm sorry that I have not posted shit yesterday. I kinda have no excuse. ^^;.))
While the others are handling, Mimisko notice that Urzul is wrecking a lot of things. Was this one of early Shadow Slayers members that lost their life. If so, like with Lopiya as Yapilo, this is not the way to go about it.
Mimisko fire turns blue, becomes a bow and arrow, aims and Urzul.
"Being a fearen is not the way to go about it. Ready and Stand..."
She shoots the fire arrow at Urzul. Will Mimisko make the shot?
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Post by Allie on Dec 15, 2015 6:10:02 GMT -6
Though right now; it was a free-for-all. She readied one leg, pushing its talons in front of her as she descended in hopes of landing sweep upon the woman's head. She was not about to stand by and watch her do as she pleased if it meant killing the child. Ooro hadn't wanted to perform an action on his mother, but she was twisted beyond her own help. Force was something foreign to Ooro, as she abhorred the use of violence as means of persuasion. If ends met, she would deter her as much as she could from the child- even if things became rough. The jaws lunged towards the fearen's arms, hoping to sink their teeth into Ortus' arms. They wanted to at least immobilize her, but if things went well, the jaws could rip the woman's arms off with enough force. Ortus seethed in pain as the kick landed, causing the helmet to fly clean off of her head. Before she could retrieve it, another smaller figure latched giant shadow arms onto her arm, clamping on to prevent any swordplay. The metal seemed to contort to the jaw's force, digging into her arm as she struggled to break it free, an idea crossing her mind. "I wouldn't be so sure of yourself, monster." She mocked, struggling to ready her hand as she placed it on the imp's shoulder. She then muttered a spell, hoping to rot his arm clean off as she used her free hand to let out more long range waves, aiming moreso towards Ooro and Zerah than anyone else. She then took a brief moment to focus on her so called allies, noticing many of them dead. She groaned for a moment, knowing what this meant for her. "To think Valdus would supply such a worthless force of imbeciles to take care of this guild... how moronic," She muttered, hoping to catch someone's attention with her sentiments. "Daryn mentioned a 'master plan.' I'm listening. What did you have in mind to take that bastard down?" "It's crazy, it's stupid, and it requires the entire guild to work, but this is the best I can do." He took a deep breath before suggesting his ideas. "Valdus is powerful, but he made one grave mistake. That mistake being his cape. So if the archers can tie some sort of string to their arrows and shoot at him, they can pull him down from flight. Then Zerah, Alroth, and anyone else with heavy weaponry can pin him down to prevent escape. Then close range attackers can wail on the guy and end his stupid 'god plan' once and for all." He paused for a brief moment, moving onto to another portion of his half-baked scheme. "We need Ooro and Rezza to be healers, and we need people acting as body guards to make sure they don't sustain any injuries. The remaining members take out the humanoid fearen. It's all a matter of who will do the specifically do the jobs I lay out." |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 15, 2015 6:20:52 GMT -6
Ortus seethed in pain as the kick landed, causing the helmet to fly clean off of her head. Before she could retrieve it, another smaller figure latched giant shadow arms onto her arm, clamping on to prevent any swordplay. The metal seemed to contort to the jaw's force, digging into her arm as she struggled to break it free, an idea crossing her mind. "I wouldn't be so sure of yourself, monster." She mocked, struggling to ready her hand as she placed it on the imp's shoulder. She then muttered a spell, hoping to rot his arm clean off as she used her free hand to let out more long range waves, aiming moreso towards Ooro and Zerah than anyone else. She then took a brief moment to focus on her so called allies, noticing many of them dead. She groaned for a moment, knowing what this meant for her. "To think Valdus would supply such a worthless force of imbeciles to take care of this guild... how moronic," She muttered, hoping to catch someone's attention with her sentiments. "At least I didn't fuck a human. That's just plain disgusting." Zerah spat before he felt his shoulder rotting. The initial pain was immense, causing the imp to scream in agony. He tried to jump back, but the arm still biting into the woman wouldn't let go. It was still trying to tear the woman's arm off. Zerah tried moving away, but it was no use. The rotting skin began to spread, bone beginning to peak through. The black blood of Zerah's arm slowly seeped over the wound, the imp's arm completely covered in the darkness. A bulge began forming where his shoulder had once been, his severed arm plopping out onto the floor. There was no arm left, only the black ooze. He was furious now, not only as Ortus, but his own arm that would not let go. He wasn't about to lose another arm to the black blood. "LET GO!!" He shouted, yanking his arm as hard as possible to try and dislodge it. Should it tear the woman's arm off in the process, so be it. It'd be an added bonus for the imp. |
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Post by melty on Dec 15, 2015 6:33:09 GMT -6
Luair saw Zerah handing over Einnalmr before leaving. She saw that it was stained with blood.
'What happened to my father?' she cried out to him, yet in the time she did he was long off. Whatever that had happened, it was not good. But if he asked for it to be given to her, then he knew who she was. She teared up at the thought, but listened in on Osseus's plan to defeat Valdus.
'How shall we get the materials to attach to our arrows?' she asked, heading over to him once Enoch's foe was defeated. She felt sickened that he'd said such things about half elves, and could not grasp any understanding on why he thought like such. Nevertheless, she needed to focus on the plan at hand.
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Post by not u on Dec 15, 2015 7:00:59 GMT -6
"Valdus is powerful, but he made one grave mistake. That mistake being his cape. So if the archers can tie some sort of string to their arrows and shoot at him, they can pull him down from flight. Then Zerah, Alroth, and anyone else with heavy weaponry can pin him down to prevent escape. Then close range attackers can wail on the guy and end his stupid 'god plan' once and for all." "We need Ooro and Rezza to be healers, and we need people acting as body guards to make sure they don't sustain any injuries. The remaining members take out the humanoid fearen. It's all a matter of who will do the specifically do the jobs I lay out." Enoch grimaced wryly, glancing at his own shredded up cape. "I can personally vouch for that being an issue and a valuable tactic." He listened carefully, nodding. 'How shall we get the materials to attach to our arrows?' she asked, heading over to him once Enoch's foe was defeated. "That sounds like a good foundation. Luair, Fallen, and Daryn all have bows, and as for material... perhaps Fallen could craft something out of xylodes, otherwise... We could possibly find materials. Even fearen parts may work." "Galystris and Mimisko I believe should be on guard duty. Galystris can freeze and immobilize Valdus's floating weapons, while Mimisko's fire arrows are great for taking out several fearen at once. I can slow the weapons and Valdus himself, and keep an eye on the two of them. Gremlon may also be very helpful on guard duty, although perhaps he could launch himself at Valdus..." The priest mulled over his thoughts as he continued to speak. "Manasa can help on healing, as well as with defense and other buffs. I can also help her in terms of speed buffs. Alroth and Zerah are perfect for pinning him... Hm..." He glanced around the battlefield to get a good look at everyone's positions when he saw Daryn come crashing to the ground nearby, eyes widening as it registered what he'd just seen. Rushing over, he cleared away some of the approaching shell fearen before grabbing her shoulder. "Hey!! Are you alright!?" he shouted frantically, shaking her a bit, prepared to drag her back over to the group if she didn't respond. |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 15, 2015 7:01:53 GMT -6
Oxy looked up at Manasa, suddenly surprisingly calm despite being in the midst of battle. "Manasa, put me down please." He spoke in a chipper voice. "Mommy is coming over! She might still be the witch!" He then pushed against her with an incredible amount of force as he tried to scamper free.
Celty had taken off towards the battle between Rezza's family and Manasa, her left shoulder covered in blood from where she'd clawed it up moments before. She was incredibly focused, none of the ill effects of the possession holding her back anymore. As she approached, she shouted to Manasa:
"Put him down! That's not Oxy!"
She couldn't bare to deal with him at the moment though. She was still seething with rage, and it was important to make sure Rezza was no longer a host before she tried to fix her son. She couldn't threaten to hurt him if he was the only host remaining.
Looking away from Oxy and Manasa, she flung herself into the fray, taking a swipe at the first fearen she could get close to--Nel.
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Post by schribbit on Dec 15, 2015 8:09:22 GMT -6
He glanced around the battlefield to get a good look at everyone's positions when he saw Daryn come crashing to the ground nearby, eyes widening as it registered what he'd just seen. Rushing over, he cleared away some of the approaching shell fearen before grabbing her shoulder. "Hey!! Are you alright!?" he shouted frantically, shaking her a bit, prepared to drag her back over to the group if she didn't respond. Daryn had the wind knocked out of her, and for a moment couldn't register what was happening when Enoch jerked her up from the ground and shook her. This wasn't a good idea for Daryn had been shaken much too much in the past minute, and nearly lost her lunch. " Uh," she lurched, "All good, b-buddy-" Daryn said with a wavering voice, giving a weak thumbs up. She then closed her eyes tight and attempted to catch her breath. "Alllll good," she swallowed her dizziness and lightly tapped herself in the face. "Remind me to look where I'm going." |
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Post by not u on Dec 15, 2015 8:27:10 GMT -6
"Uh," she lurched, "All good, b-buddy-" Daryn said with a wavering voice, giving a weak thumbs up. She then closed her eyes tight and attempted to catch her breath. "Alllll good," she swallowed her dizziness and lightly tapped herself in the face. "Remind me to look where I'm going." Enoch watched her carefully, prepared to react as her voice took on a familiar throaty tone indicating some severe nausea. As her voice returned to a more normal timbre, he relaxed, chuckling a little bit as she tapped her face. "Watch where you're going, dummy," he sighed in relief, digging through his pockets for the bag of bulbs that Ooro had given him now that they had a brief moment away from the humanoids. Swallowing one he put the bag back into his pocket, 5 left, and pushed himself to his feet. A few hound fearen had taken notice of them, Enoch turning and Slowing the group as they approached before preparing to slash through the closest ones. "Come on then, let's get back to Osseus and the others before more fearen start gathering here." |
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Post by Allie on Dec 15, 2015 8:40:13 GMT -6
"At least I didn't fuck a human. That's just plain disgusting." Zerah spat before he felt his shoulder rotting. The initial pain was immense, causing the imp to scream in agony. He tried to jump back, but the arm still biting into the woman wouldn't let go. It was still trying to tear the woman's arm off. Zerah tried moving away, but it was no use. The rotting skin began to spread, bone beginning to peak through. The black blood of Zerah's arm slowly seeped over the wound, the imp's arm completely covered in the darkness. A bulge began forming where his shoulder had once been, his severed arm plopping out onto the floor. There was no arm left, only the black ooze. He was furious now, not only at Ortus, but his own arm that would not let go. He wasn't about to lose another arm to the black blood. "LET GO!!" He shouted, yanking his arm as hard as possible to try and dislodge it. Should it tear the woman's arm off in the process, so be it. It'd be an added bonus for the imp. Ortus grinned from ear to ear, her razor sharp teeth in full view as she observed the imp flail about hopelessly. She stepped back to let the arm beast latch off of his person, but a new problem presented itself. The blood seemed to clot the wounds, but some of the substance seemed to seep into her bloodstream. Below the elbow, the limb began bubbling, the skin seeming to react as if it was boiling water. In a moment of sheer terror, she used her free arm to lop off the offending limb, letting it fester on the ground as she watched helplessly. "I mustn't succumb to this madness," She thought, clearly agitated at Zerah's attack. It was a matter of working with her newfound disability that was the problem. Her sword was heavy, not one to be wielded with only one hand. She adjusted it to be of a lighter model, albeit the damage it would inflict was cut significantly. Her left arm would have to serve as a magic caster, but the accuracy would be severely hindered due to the loss in precision. "It seems you've gotten your wish, monster. I am not finished, however." She stood up straight, using her height to dominate the smaller imp as she encased her stump in a 'fiery' glow. "Unlike most of these fearen, I know what I'm doing."She readied her sword, aiming to use up her magic for a full out assault on her assailants. She sent out several waves while aiming hexes at Ooro and Zerah, summoning more to make up for the lower accuracy. She then used her free hand to aim slashes at them, hoping to wear them out.
Osseus listened intently, nodding at all of Enoch's suggestions as he ignored searing pain, running through ideas on how to first put his plan into motion. "First, we need to find the healer and get him to safety. I'm assuming Manasa and Celty are doing that for us, but we'd have to attract them to this general area in order for it to work. After that it'll be a matter of informing everyone for everything to be set," He paused for a brief moment before clearing his throat to speak. "Also, thanks for listening to me, Enoch." |
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