Ama was impressed by Dani's accuracy with her bow and arrow, and the demoness gave a nod and a smile to express it. Now if only the rest of the Thorn elf invaders would be so easy to dispatch.
Fingering the hilt of her dagger, Ama followed the Sonari archer, staying a few steps behind her as she had agreed earlier. The Haisheth girl kept her eyes and ears on full alert, looking and listening for any nearby danger.
The old Soren was amazed at the size of the dog, which only seemed to get bigger as it got closer. He had to hold his ground and waited until he felt he had a good chance of hitting it with his throwing Axe. He lifted his right arm and threw the Axe aiming for its head or back at least to try and weaken its strength. Targets are usually hard to hit when they are in movement so he knew his chances were dim but maybe this way it would also slow it down. He prepared to try and knock the dog away if it decided to pounce on him instead of Miro.
Upon seeing the Thorn Elf, a chill ran down Miroslaw's spine. In the next moments, they would surely attack and would not bother with any friendly talk. He also didn't like seeing the beast that stood by the elf. It must have been what Dani spoke of. A poor creature under the effects of whatever ill magic these elves were fond of.
Sure enough, the elf loosed the vicious hound. Miroslaw did not hesitate in returning the charge with his large sword ready to slice. He knew full well that probably more than a single archer lay in wait. They needed to push to the village as quickly as possible for the sake of cover.
Upon seeing the archer tumble from the tree, he knew it was likely his comrades doing. He scarcely gave it a second though, but was thankful to not have taken the arrow that was surely destined for him. His main goal of this escapade was not to end up like Zalini. His biggest worry was the poison.
With the archer dispatched, his focus was solely on the malformed beast seeking to tear his throat out and the angry elf behind. Upon closing the distance he would pull his sword back, as if readying for a baseball swing. When the time was right, he would bring the sword up over his head and promptly smashing down into the pooch using the full force of the blade. It would be in one fluid motion, and very quick for a blade of its size.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
Ensuring her own bow is ready to fire, Dionne followed her allies. Keeping a keen eye on her surroundings, she readied up in case they'd spot another Thorn Elf.
::The dogbeast charged forward at full speed. As it neared, Zarr threw his axe as it leap toward Miroslaw. It caught the beast in the side and it let out a yelp just as Miroslaw came down with his heavy blow that cut deep into its armored skull.
The thing fell lifeless to the ground as the elf that had set it upon them drew a longsword and advanced. From further within the village the sound could be heard of movement heading their way. It seemed the distraction they were wanting to cause was successful...
Dani, Ama, And Dionne crept past as the sounds of combat began to ring out through the trees. There was no way of knowing now how the battle was going, but they could hear as well the movement from within the camp. As they continued to progress through the trees, they could get glimpses of the huts the lined the path and the occasional movement of figures racing towards the entrance.
Checking above, they could see multiple outposts in the trees above all occupied by archers that were looking off towards the entrance. They made no sign of noticing them as they crept through the trees, and seemed to be readying their bows, should the attackers make it within thier sight.::
"I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.
I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart."
Ama looked up at the occupied outposts with a sense of anxiety and helplessness; the young demoness was useless against one archer, let alone several! What made it worse was the fact that the enemy had a height advantage that she could not compensate for. For now, if any action was to be taken against those Thorn Elves above, she was going to have to take a backseat and rely on her two Sonari companions to eliminate the problem. Ama ground her teeth in annoyance. Her magic was too unreliable and unpredictable to use in a fight, and could actually hinder rather than help her friends.
Satisfaction covered the Soren's face as the the deformed hound was so rapidly dispatched. His gaze immediately fell to the charging thorn elf with a smile to accompany. He rarely spoke in combat usually feeling it took away from his concentration, but seeing the familiar foe approaching sparked an equally rare feeling for him. A feeling of loathing.
These elves deformed the life around them and did not hesitate to kill. He could only imagine what they did to each denizen of the village they took over. They were abominations and, as far as Miroslaw was concerned, pure evil. It was for this reason that a very rare provocation came from the Soren, “Come, Elf! Let me show you what I am going to do to each of your kin today!”
With that, he took a defensive stance, waiting for the elf to come within range. His base was wide with his left foot place forward. He gripped his blade with the hilt just above his forehead. The raised position of the blade allows for full use of the weight for enhanced, powerful strikes. Defending merely took simple flicks of the wrist. He sought to do utilize what a two hand weapon does best, overpower.
The moment the elf comes into reach, he would swing with speed and power, straight down. This would begin a bombardment of powerful strikes intended to prohibit the elf time to retaliate and find an opening to land a fatal blow.
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Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
The old soren watched as Miro cut down the large canine, feeling comfortable that his Axe helped in the attack.
As the dog's owner charged them, he reached to his back for his other Axe and held them both firmly in front of him. He stepped back to let Miro take the lead since he called out his target. He would not get in the way unless he saw him in danger. Either way it sounded like many were on their way towards them and he would need to watch his buddy's back.
::Dani would creep ahead slowly, her eyes constantly darting up to watch the archers above to ensure they were not spotted. It was slow moving, and made all the worse by the sounds of combat coming from the entry where they had left the men to take the brunt of the assault. Occasionaly, when she felt the opportunity was good, she would signal to Dionne and the two together would take out one of the archers above.
Zarr stands at the ready as he watches his fellow Soren rain down heavy crushing blows on the Thorn elf. Clearly he was not expecting the strength behind the attacks as he was quickly put on the defensive and could not fight back. Anger fueled blows from the Soren quickly overpowered the Elf as he eventually fell lifeless to the ground with a heavy cut to his shoulder that split flesh and bone down to midtorso.
Not having much time to revel in the small victory, many more elves are seen racing towards them. Archers in the back stopping once in range to send a volly of arrows their way. More dogbeasts race ahead at full speed, eager to reach the Soren before their masters.::
((2 Archers, 3 Elves, 2 dogbeasts))
"I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.
I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart."
The short lived victory was still quite pleasing for the large Soren. Any dead thorn elf was a pleasant sight, but the live ones were definitely not as gratifying. Luckily, the Soren sought to change that as he pressed into a sprint towards the incoming hounds and elves. A moving target was challenging to hit, at least a bit. His goal was to close in on the hounds and melee elves in order to force the archers to have to avoid friendly fire. That would increase the difficulty of their shots.
Putting the group of elves and dogs between him and the archers was the best course of action he could think of on the fly. On top of everything, he would have to maintain a mobile fighting style in order to have a chance at not getting shot. Archer's always make things hairy. He hoped Zarr had a trick up his sleeve.
As he charged, he would have his blade ready to strike. The charging dogs were nothing to cough at. One was not a big deal, but two could easily cause some trouble. His immediate goal pertaining to this was to take one down quickly and efficiently. A single strike to the cranium worked on the last one and he sought to replicate those results. There was no more taunting, only calculating.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.