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Post by Rowan Sorriven & Jamie Sareem on Nov 12, 2006 7:08:06 GMT -5
Rowan reaches the combat just after the weasel dropps dead by Raiden's blade. Lifting his marvelous long sword in front of his face, he parries the blow a rat sends his way. After the rat swings his curved sickle again, Rowan strikes forward, running the creature he despised with hatred mercilessly. It falls to the ground, limp and dead. Rowan turns ad sees Jamie aiming her bow. He drops to the ground as she releases, killing a weasel behind him. Jumping to his paws again, Rowan's spine grows rigid as he hears another war horn, this time not from Raiden. "Oh my god. They're calling for recruits Rai-!" Suddenly Rowan feels himself lifted into the air by one of the abominations of life known as a werret growls and strikes with a clawed paw. It strikes Rowan on the right side of his heavily armored chest, but the power of the strike still sends him back a few steps.
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Nov 12, 2006 9:39:18 GMT -5
Taundor grinned grimly, as he slashed away at the vermin surrounding them. He briefly looked up when he heard Rowan exclaim something about recruitments. When Rowan was thrown back, Taundor quickly sliced his way until he was behind Rowan. "No injuries?" he asked above the din of the battle. Taundor sheathed his glaive in his specialize scabbard on his back and took a few steps back. "Hear I come, Raiden!" He charged straight though the ranks of the vermin in front of him, and angled toward Raiden. Bending down, Taundor grabbed Raiden's footpaws and leaned back while powerfully heaving the armoured Raiden into the air. "Let's go to the main part of the action. The place where we can wreak the most vengeance on them." With that said, Taundor bulled his way through to the Werrats, literally useing Raiden as a weapon.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Nov 12, 2006 11:37:26 GMT -5
I will feel sick in the morning...
**Raiden grimiced as he began spinning rapidly, but inside he was completely happy.**
Vengence... Vengence... VENGENCE!!
AVE IMPERIUM!!
**The time-honoured battle-cry of Deathseekers ripped from Raiden throat as the felt his blade bite through the vermin.**
*BANG!!!!*
Taundor!! Stop!!
**Raiden's claymore was shattered. In his numb paws was a broken handle. On the floor was the long thin blade, the bottom completely mangeled, while the guard was utterly smashed beyond repair.**
LUPERCAL!!!!!
**Horus Lupercal lept down the slope of the ravine. His target? The vermin massing at Taundor's back.**
Come and die!!
**His hammer and sword struck flashing blows. Within seconds five had fallen to the grey wolf's frenzied attacks. Inside three minutes, there was a small clearing around the two wolves and the mouse.**
You okey?
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Post by Rowan Sorriven & Jamie Sareem on Nov 12, 2006 12:26:23 GMT -5
Rowan's eyes dart to the side as he hears a loud snap. Noting the mangled guard and single blade, he shakes his head. 'Tis a bad fate for Raiden to loose his main weapon in the middle of a frenzied battle, but what are you going to do... The werret lifts him above it's head, it's breath coming out in a fogged mass of putrid smells. Jamie notices her husbands predicament and hurriedly releases the arrow notched to her bow at the werret. It falls with a gurgling cry, the arrow piercing it's throat. Rowan jumps to his paws wearily and smiles grimly at his wife. Turning back to the battle, he slashes a rat across it's throat.
OOC What is it with you and cobalt alloy weapons?
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Nov 12, 2006 13:07:14 GMT -5
OOC: I don't know... Steel is cool, and I like Cobalt, it's heavy and hard.
BIC: **Zahi was angry. She had lost her best friend.**
Hate... Hate... HATE... RAGE!!!!!!
**Her mind was full of rage. This made her aim sharper. Each of her arrows found a target in the seething masses of the vermin.**
DECUS ET TEMPESTUS!! DEFENSE AND TEMPEST!!
**Her battle-cry echoed within the rolling hills of the vermin camp.**
LUPERCAL!!
**Horus's cry echoed Zahi's as he slashed low at the re-grouping vermin. As the nearest rats jumped, he changed the direction of the slash to swing it through the middle of them.**
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Nov 12, 2006 18:50:02 GMT -5
Taundor slowed his momemtum and righted Raiden. He placed Raiden on his paws, and stared at the ruined sword. "Damn! Why does this happen when we're in a middle of a battle. Raiden,... I'm sorry." Taundor drew his curved swords and crouched, about the attack the vermin around him, when another wolf lept down from a slope. Another wolf? When did he come? "Hi. Lupercal. That your name?"
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Nov 12, 2006 19:03:34 GMT -5
Don't mention it. I got my old blades as well...
**Although angry that his venerable sword was broken, Raiden drew his old longsword and paw axe. This time no hammer weilding vermin would be able to stop him.**
BAHZHAKHAINE!!
**The invoction of his il.ustiras ancestor's nickname seemed to fill him with confidence. He layed about him at the advanceing vermin, cutting several down as more swarmed in.**
My last actually. My first is Horus. Horus Lupercal, Blacksmith, leader of Tactical squad Lupercal.
**Horus ducked the sweep of an axe, and severed the paw holding it with a counter strike.
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Nov 12, 2006 19:22:43 GMT -5
Taundor gave a small bow to Horus. "Nice to meet you, Horus. I would shake your paw and all, except that we seem to have a bit of an emergency." He charged toward a Werrat and, using his speed, managed to kill it with several skillful spinning moves that ended with a double stab. Taundor kicked the dead Werrat to get his swords out. "Raiden, Horus, let's kill some of these Werrats. They seem to be the power behind this attack." It was true. The Werrats were cowards, egging the lesser vermin ahead of them to kill, while they claimed they were the killing machines. " It'll be dangerous. We'll have to fight our way through this mass until we reach the front ranks of the Werrats. By then, the lesser vermin will be behind us, and the officers in front of us. You want to do this?"
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Nov 12, 2006 19:29:49 GMT -5
Here's me thinking they were going to invite us to a tea party... OF COURSE we will attack the wearets (actual spelling). I mean come on, this is a raid. We cut off the head, and the body will die.
**Raiden smiled inside his helmet, while he was hacking at the vermin.**
As I would yours, but it seems that the vermin have a prior engagement with our weapons.
**Sheathing both sword and hammer, Horus pulled a scythe from where he had placed it before his charge; thrust down the back of his tunic.**
How coincedental, you have a glaive, while I have a scythe... Heads up!
**Horus took a swing at a rat trying to stab Taundor in the side.**
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Nov 12, 2006 20:00:49 GMT -5
(Oops) Then let us go join our delightful friends, the Wearats. Taundor reflexively jumped back as Horus attacked a rat next to him. "My thanks. It is odd how we wolves seem to have a similar way of attacking, and weapons. Are your attacks mostly slashes and slices? Minimal stabbing? Do you rely on a combonation of speed and fierce attacks? Mine are, though I do mix things up. You know, cause a lot a chaos." Having struck up a conversation with Horus, Taundor sheathed his swords and drew his longer glaive. He started things off with a spinning kick that was followed by a slash at head height. Taundor's mane stuck up ferociously as he bared his fangs at the vermins whose friend's heads were now rolling on the bloody ground.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Nov 12, 2006 20:08:55 GMT -5
I go for a mix, even some crushing when my hammer gets to work.
**The scythe flashe and fell in equal mesure. Each stroke found a home in limbes, necks, and chests.**
AGH!!
**A rat's thrown dagger struck Horus in his thigh. It wasn't serious, just painful. The thick fur had given him some mesure of protection. As the vermin closed in on the wolf, he changed his grip on his scythe. He swung it round with one paw, while spinning on the spot. It had the desired affect. Non of the vermin seemed eager to get close to the deadly cyclone of steel that was the scythe.**
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Nov 12, 2006 20:16:55 GMT -5
"My crushing moves are from the staff part of my glaive." Taundor executed another graceful move. This time, it was a trick. He sliced at the footpaws, and when the rats jumped, he adjusted his grip on the glaive, and bulled them into the rats behind them while stabbing the rats on either sides. "Raiden, we need to get closer to the Wearats!" Taundor spun around as Horus yelled out in pain. "Horus, slow your revolution down!" He hacked his way toward Horus.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Nov 13, 2006 3:05:49 GMT -5
How do you pro... I remember... What ever did happen to that rat captain I landed on anyway?
**Slowly, Horus began slowing down. He was feeling dizzy anyway.**
I guess I'm lucky I didn't lose lunch.
**Staggering slightly, the wolf manged to kill another rat while he waited for his vision to stop spinning, and stop being blurry.**
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Post by Rowan Sorriven & Jamie Sareem on Nov 13, 2006 7:24:01 GMT -5
Jamie moved closer to the melee combat, firing arrows into the massive depths of the vermin horde. She watched as her arrows struck a Wearat in it's chest. She crouched beside Rowan, reloading her bow as he kicked a rat in the gut. With the rat bent over double, Rowan held his blade up high, ready for the death strike. "You scum have caused my family much grief over my life span, but now it's my revenge time!" The rat whipped out a hidden dagger and stabbed Rowan in his stomach. Rowan finishes the rat off by decapitating it before nothing the daggers appearance in his stomach. Jamie jumped up, worried. "Rowan, you have to get that healed. We'll find a secluded spot and I'll do my best to heal you up and then you can return to battle." Rowan just shook his head and leaped into the fray again, hacking, slashing, and punching his way through the countless vermin.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Nov 13, 2006 12:10:37 GMT -5
You should listen to the lady. She looks to be a good healer.
**Horus's voice called to Rowan who was not too far from when the grey wolf stood, scythe gripped in paws that looked like they knew how to handle it.**
LUPERCAL!!
**Venting his battlecry, Horus forced his way through the few pitiful vermin that stood between him and Taundor, who stood with Raiden.**
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