Jericho dipped his sword into the mixture and charged into the crowd of whiters once his blade caught flame. He disappeared within seconds, like the mob had swallowed him up, but he was still fighting, or more appropriately swinging with his sword outstretched. It was like a flame tornado with him in the middle.
Skul nonchalantly gestured to a nearby soldier's blade and pulled the flame from it to his fingertips, turning it purple in the process. He lit a cigarette and waited, watching the things get closer. Let the others weaken them.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
Post by Jerevan Languorem on Aug 14, 2011 22:19:15 GMT -5
Daenien sighed. "Useless again..." he murmured. "I should really invest in a bigger blade..." He settled for watching for anything out of the ordinary in the crowd. He pulled his switchblade out again and started snicking it open and closed; a nervous habit.
Jericho was a blaze among the hordes, his furry stirring the rest of the men, they charged in after him with torched steel and gave him support. Swiftaxe joined the fray as well, seeming to take down dozens in single sweeps of his double edged battle axe.
A small crowd of the pale monsters was heading towards a few of the men throwing bottles behind Skul, the creatures ignoring the skeleton once again for whatever reason.
Daenien was about to get mobbed as well, by a great number of them in fact, the creatures looking to tear him limb from limb it seemed. If he didn't think of something soon, he might just get killed.
A strange howl was suddenly heard amidst the chaos, none of which came from any force in the battle, yet Swiftaxe was electric and looking above the crowd, as best a Dwarf can.
Further down the road he saw it, the Reaver with its Jackal head, slim body, and claws of a dragon. The creature howled once more and ran off into the trees.
"You'll not escape me this time demon!"
Slicing down a crowd of Whiters, Swiftaxe made a break for the forest, leaving his men and the party to fend off the rest of the Whiters.
Post by Jerevan Languorem on Aug 14, 2011 23:05:18 GMT -5
Daenien saw the swarm suddenly. "...Feth..." He glanced around, looking for an escape route or at least some sort of trap. He could burn them, couldn't he? There was no way he'd be able to take all of those creatures on his own. He started backing away cautiously, trying to gain some time to think. What did he have to work with?
Jericho, hearing the reaver, stopped spinning. he gaind his orientation, then charged after swiftaxe and the reaver. He cut down as many whiters in his path as he could, eventually catching up to swiftaxe and his short legs.
How are we going to go at this? He shouted as they continued into the forest.
Last Edit: Aug 14, 2011 23:14:17 GMT -5 by jericho
Zane takes out his scalpel and slices his arm open, blood spilling out. He focuses, and suddenly, all of the blood falling from his arm takes flight, solidifies, and turns into a cloud of slicing razors that flying through the crowd of whiters, slicing them limbs from limbs, and reducing them into as tiny of chunks as possible, mainly focusing on the ones near the bottle-throwers. Zane then moves forward quickly, following Swiftaxe and Jericho, dicing any whiters that come near him
A man at the wagon tossed a fire bottle at the crowd heading towards Daenien, bursting and nearly engulfing the whole lot. They were running out of the bottles and the men in the field were getting exhausted with overwhelming numbers now that three of the party members had left.
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Swiftaxe is completely obsessed with the monster, chasing after the reaver with reckless abandon, the three party members chase after him with Jericho in the lead.
The chaos of the battle could still be heard, with light smoke rising into the air. The screams and cries of men and monster alike could barely be heard as the three mercenaries chase after the reaver.
After what seemed to be a long chase, Jericho was the first to see Swiftaxe, standing in the middle of a small clearing in the trees, his axe still in hand, yet he was motionless.
Post by Jerevan Languorem on Aug 16, 2011 16:58:25 GMT -5
Daenien cursed violently. "Thanks for that," he shouted. He looked around for a spare sword he could knick off a corpse for the time being. His switchblade really wasn't going to help with this, poisoned or not.
Swiftaxe slowly turned around to face Jericho, the atmosphere about him slowly becoming that of dread. The wound he suffered before seemed to be glowing brightly, enough for it to be noticeable under his plate armor. But that was only part of it...
Blue varicose veins had crawled up his neck and across his face. His eyes were sparkling with a strange blue energy and the man's teeth were bear and grinding.
From the shadows behind Swiftaxe, the creature could be seen, the Reaver. From its hiding place only its eyes could be seen, shining a bright blue just like Swiftaxe's.
Without warning, the Dwarf noble roared and charged at Jericho with his axe in the air.
The outcome of actions for this battle will be determined by me
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The pale horde seemed relentless with no end in sight. The guard were failing as the fight waged on.
The captain of the guard was still on the field, barely hanging on with his burning sword, he turned to see Daenien,
"You there! Go after our lord and see to his safety!"
He began cutting an opening down for Daenien to make a run for, a guard at the wagon threw one of the last fire bottles to help secure it.
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Skul and Zane should be arriving soon to the battle...
Last Edit: Aug 16, 2011 19:45:53 GMT -5 by Serenity
Jericho, when the lord was about to him, put his sword up to block the axe and spun to his left and charged at the reaver, who seemed to be controlling swiftaxe with some magic.
Last Edit: Aug 16, 2011 20:16:13 GMT -5 by jericho
It didn't happen, Swiftaxe's strike was powerful enough to knock the dragon off his feet and unto the floor.
The creature seemed to chuckle, as close as a creature with a dog's head can get to chuckling, its grinning smile shining even in the shadow it was in.
Not even giving the dragon time to get up, Swiftaxe walked over to his downed body, and brought his massive weapon unto Jericho's chest, nearly splitting the warrior in half. A fountain of blood shot out and spilled all over the Dwarf's armor, beard and possessed face; the noble sporting the same disgusting grin as the creature.