Welcome back, Mist! I’m glad you enjoyed your trip! I’ve just been practicing with my bow and arrow!
Rolf! How are you? *hugs* I’m surprised you’re still practicing, by now you’re probably on Shinon’s level! What have you been up to?
It’s been a while. I’m finally back from visting Queen Nailah in Hatari. It was beautiful. what have all of you been up to?
You can be very aggressive sometimes
Rolf, what the hell is on your head?
Soren, why do you have a tail!?
Thankful for my friends.
Thankful for my family.
Thankful for our health.
So in thanks for our things, I invite you all to dinner at my house :3
Now, alongside his allies; he takes another observation of the enemies as he wants to study their weaknesses. Eventually, a soldier proceeds to attack him, although the green haired knight barely avoided him; he had a slight cut from that Javelin… which kind of didn’t matter much. While avoiding that said soldier; he thrusts that Silver Sword to finish him off; speaking of lances… He might find use on that Javelin later.
Speaking of enemies, more approach! A fighter tries to bash him with a hammer; but with a precise slash; he fell off. While the green-haired knight faces off his enemies; he noticed one bad weakness they had… The assassins might be good at combat; but the rest seems to work in a messy manner wherein they lack planned strikes!
Anyways; he still continues on to defend… defend… defend… alongside his companions.
There was another magic user. By the robes, he looked like a healer…then again, most light magic users did. She nodded at his statement, but maintained her attention on the man she was tending to.
Mere moments later, the red-clad man was all healed up, no trace left of the gash he’d had minutes ago. He practically jumped to his feet, said a quick thanks, and dashed off towards the enemy. Calill smiled and took a brief second to herself before standing back up.
The enemies numbers were getting low, hopefully, they’d be able to make a break for the gate the enemies had come from. If they could get back inside, they’d be at a better advantage. There’d be more groups fighting amongst each other, party guests vs. bandits/assassins. And, surely, they could use the help of these magnificent fighters.
She grabbed her book and opened it up, pointing the staff towards an enemy, she muttered a spell, the orb glowed bright red before emitting a ball of fire. It hit the enemy square in the head, knocking him down and out of the fight. She twirled the staff around, randomly stopping to point at other fighters, taking them all out. While she did enjoy a good fight every once-in-awhile, this was getting tiring. She paused for a moment to catch her breath, but before she knew it, the back of an ax hit her in the gut, knocking her back a few feet and into a wall. She found herself unable to get up, barely conscious, and out of breath.
(ooc; yay making up stuff the mages can do [because using the same spells over and over would get boring])
A sudden flash and a wave of a high temperature shot beside him. Then a man with a sword was engulfed in flames. Was this Fire magic? Maybe even Elfire. Hmm peculiar, but powerful. Then the red headed monk turned and saw it was the healer that had just healed the, what looked like a, myrmidon. She had an awe inspiring staff that send out magic attack after magic. He, the monk, only had his hands. Perhaps after the battle he should converse with her.
The it his him, a javelin went straight through his cloak. Luckily it did not hit him, but only teared the cloth a bit. Even though with a hole in his robe he would only trip and so he pulled of the extra cloth and continued fighting. This time only only plating and a cape. However who threw that Javelin was a knight. A knight standing just a few feet away from him. He had no time to waste.
The Red headed monk ran over to the knight only to be stopped by an idiotic rogue that he quickly disposed of by using his mend staff. A ray of light struck the man and he plumbed down to the ground. Then it was the knights turn, but he was not going to give him a hit in the head, no he needed strong magic. Shine even. There for from under his robe, Artur grabbed the Shine tome. With it he shot an inferno of lights and justice towards the knight. The knights armor melted, crushing and burning the man inside. Never battle against mages with power.
“Hmpf, That garment was precious to myself, you fool.” He shouted as the knight fell down on his knees and collapsed. The numbers of the enemies seemed to dwindle. He did not even see much of them any more. Then he heard a loud, blunt pound. Artur looked behind him and saw the female mage that once send of fire balls now slammed into a wall by a fighter it seemed. “You. NEVER. HIT. A. LADY!” And with those words Artur send of another Shine, engulfing the fighter in light and put him on fire also. As the fighter burned Artur rushed towards the woman. On his knees and looking at her he wiped away some dust. “M’lady are you well?” He had no time waiting for an answer, and so he grabbed his mend staff. Began chanting and fired of the spell hoping she would be healed enough.
"Shit" Mist cursed as she dodged another axe wielder and promptly impaled him on her blade. This was getting bad. They had three healers, all of which could fight and two dedicated front-line attacker and yet they were so many facing them. Even just one more person to provide back range support would be enough, be it offensive or defensive and then they would be able to cut through the bunch.
As Artur went to heal Calill, Mist had an open field in the back of the hallway. She left the red and green to handle that. Silently thanking Yune for Florete’s blessing, she released a rapid flurry of magical thrusts at the enemies which killed the axe-wielders and lancers among them though the swordsmen jumped out of the way. Florete required a lot of magical energy to use. This was tiring for Mist in excess as she used both physical energy and magical energy per long range strike. An all-out attack like this, while spectacular at damage potential, tired her beyond belief. Mist went to assume of defensive stance and her unavoidable backlash of fatigue hit her. A swordsman, seeing this, rushed up to attack her. She wouldn’t be able to block in time.
The red headed man walked down the stairs hearing loud squabbling from the main hall. Which sort of idiotic fool would squabble at a feast this grand. Then again, there were a bunch of people with opposites believes. Take for instance him and knoll. Light and Darkness. Still it is idiotic to fight now. Then he heard steel clash against each other. Steel? What? Is this battle? I must hurry.
On his way down the man in his long white armored robe, stumbled upon a grand battle in the hall. There were men fighting and under them men he hadn’t seen before. Assassins almost, is what they looked like. Nevertheless it didn’t matter. There were wounded and people in danger and so he could not sit still. Then he saw a lady on her knees next to a knight in red. Shouting at a man for coverage. He also saw a man with a steel blade running up to the pair. He could not sit still now.
He grabbed his book and shouted his usual chant. “LUMEN!” A beam of light struck the running mans chest and he was launched back through the air. Artur laughed and jumped across the tables towards the lady. “Cover was needed, M’lady?” He laughed and looked at the others. How could this have happened and why? Who did this? Artur smiled at the woman and the faintly waved. “Let us finalize this problem to a good end, no? I do not wish for our apparel to get dirty.”
Mist didn’t bother with accurate thrusts any more. She had a monk and and the sir knight backing her up while Calill healed the man in red. She used Florete to send crescent waves of magic at her foes which tore some enemies to shreds and others were wary enough to dodge her attacks. However within her patterns she saw the assassin who harmed her ally, easily set apart due to his blade which dripped blood.
She quickly backed up surprising her foes and sent a twirling thrust which pierced through his body and continued to go through to kill another enemy and bounced off another enemy shield. Her brother always said to never lose her cool, but it was satisfying to avenge her injured companion.
And somewhere, Cain had appeared in front of a castle. It was nice, he would cross his arms and lean against a tree as he would peek through the windows with the spinning, jovial faces of couples and people inside.
He would not join. He would stand against the mysterious castle, wondering why they were there, who they were…he sighed and only asked himself how he got lost. He hung his head in shame as he remembered that he was a hopeless idiot with directions…he must have taken a wrong turn into some foreign country.
He would only walk along the path that the moon lit, the trees dyed blue and the ground dark like fog around his feet. He would come across a garden where he would find the two young women, struggling and defending themselves against the increasing group of bandits and foreign enemies. The first girl, who had long brown hair had swung her sword and held a staff, experienced enough, but not honed to the professional extent of a swordmaster, confidently and courageously. He could only imagine her face as confident as he saw from her impulsive attacks. The second, a older woman, her dress adorned her beauty even from afar, but her attacks looked unyielding to each enemy, sick crackles and screams coming from her victims. However, he could obviously tell that they couldn’t stand much longer with the bandit group.
He blew out a breath as he decided to drag himself in any mess about to come forth. He drew his sword out of his hilt and flexed his arm. With his other arm, he raised a dark bandana over his mouth. Silently, he cut down a line of enemies to reach the two women, effectively killing or mortally wounding every unarmored unit. He waved to the two.
“Mind if I join you two, ladies?” He asked them and smiled, though they couldn’t see it. However, he didn’t give them much time to answer, because he only blurted a quick, ‘trust me!’ before turning his blade to the opposing enemies, who had now registered him as their enemy. He understood he would have to earn his trust, and would start by aiding them as well as he could.
“I’m glad you’re alright, Mist. So, how about I give you a hand here?” She smirked. She quickly stammered to pick up the staff, holding it in her free hand. Calill heard the sound of blades colliding and people groaning behind her, she shot a quick look back to see who was intruding on the fight. It was a man clad in red armor, a bandanna covering most of his face, and a sword drawn, facing the enemies. “Any help is welcome, now, I suppose.” She hollered back to him and flicked her attention back to the enemies in front of them just in time to see one charge her, she jumped right to dodge and swung the staff with all her might, knocking him away before casting a simple spell to combust him.
Despite the help of the man, they were still greatly outnumbered, and not knowing how many more were in the castle. Calill let out a deep sigh. “One day without fighting, that’s all I was hoping for. Just one day.” She mumbled to herself, taking on yet another fighter who foolishly decided to charge her, “I guess that was stupid of me, though.”
She finished off the guy in front of her, brushed her bangs out of her face and surveyed the area. If they could get inside the castle, they could rendezvous with another group and be at a better advantage. Of course, that required getting through the fight they had in front of them. She lowered the staff, ready to hit another brute who tried to strike her down.
Mist was surprised at all the assistance she was getting. Most of the enemies outside were near finished. She sent a magic shock wave at another foe and upon impact, his neck was promptly snapped. She was done handling the front and so she rushed back to aid the sword fighter in red and Calill with the rest in the back.
She quickly parried an opponent blade with her rapier and finished him off with a riposte. If she and the sword fighter held the front lines, Calill would easily be able to demolish the foes with her magic from afar. She’d leave it to Calill to make the final judgement in terms of what they did next, the “first-class mage” was known for her sound judgement.
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