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Post by Rowan Sorriven & Jamie Sareem on Nov 13, 2006 17:05:02 GMT -5
Rowan eyes glint in the midst of the waves of gray and black fur, sweat dripping from his forehead. Rowan finally pulls back, slashing one rat across it's face. Jamie helps him to a secluded spot where vermin alike can't see and pulls her med kit out. "That's a really nasty dagger injury Rowan, and you know it." Rowan grimaces as Jamie cleans the wound with a rag soaked in minty water. "I know babe, but it's not as bad as the injuries we shall inflict upon that mangy gang of vermin."
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Nov 14, 2006 12:05:48 GMT -5
*Hours later...*
**Night had begun to fall, the vermin had withdrawn to large fires that had been built.**
I don't like the looks of this Raiden.
**Horus had every right to be nervous. The vermin had lost many, but they had hit the raiding party harder. Half of the squads were dead, dieing or out of commision for now. Those able to fight hadn't been un-marked by wounds. Horus had rents in his grey tunic that stained the fabric red. He had dozens of cuts in his arms and paws where he had been grappleing with foe's blades, and one weasel had managed to bite deep into his tail before the scythe found him.**
Niether do I. We are barely at half strength. We can not stand much more fighting.
**Raiden's armour was battered and bent in places, and he had droped his helm after a rat had tried to cut it open with a cutlass.**
Dare I sound the retreat? If it comes to it I will. We are like my blade; Broken. We need to be re-forged. I must forge the broken elements of the strike force into the Bahzhakhain; The tempest of blades; the Swordwind. I mu...
**Raiden's thoughts were interupted by movement. One of the vermin leaders, the warlord possibly. The vermin opened his mouth to speak.**
You have foolishly attacked us. We shall give you one hour to retreat. If you fail to comply, we will kill and eat you. I, Algmand, equirry to Warlord Horus Targost have spoken.
**Turning back, Algmand failed to notice one thing. It cost him is life**
**Zahi's arrow flew straight and true. It struck the equirry in his back. The force of the impact drove him into the ground.**
Order THAT!! You scum!
Zhai, I think you just made them mad...
**Raiden's words were true. The front ranks of vermin started charging towards the high ground, where the remaing fort beasts had pulled back to while they rested.**
Horus, do you know this warlord?
**Horus's hackles had risen as Algmand had spoke.**
He's still using my name.
**Horus refused to say anything else, he just watched as the vermin began hauling themsleves up the sloping hill side.**
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Nov 14, 2006 19:01:38 GMT -5
**Brawn looked around, tensing his body and grappling at his lance. The squirrel's broad strong eyes were covered in cuts and bruises. His wife had done a little healing but not much. The handsome males emerald eyes focused on the vermin. He pushed away his pretty young wife and stood up.**
**Song felt a small tear rise in her huge brown eyes. The pretty squirrels redgold fur shone lightly in the moonlight. The squirrelmaid had cuts in her light purple battlegown, and her leather vest was scratched. She saw the vermin approaching and her usually smiling jaw tightened. She felt for her dagger and healers pack protecivly. The pretty maid stood and followed him, scared, but still ready to heal.** Raiden, were should I go?
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Nov 14, 2006 19:13:53 GMT -5
Stick with Horus, your squad leader, he'll keep you fine. Same with you Brawn. Can't risk losing either of you.
**Raiden smiled at the couple before bellowing an order to the remaining members of the force.**
Stand strong! Let them wear themselves out in the charge! You are the Swordwind! The Bahzahkhain! The Tempest of Blades! You with stand strong! You will stand together! Kill for the Living! Kill for the Dead! Remember your fallen friends, your comrades, and your squand mates! Fight not for me, or yourself, but for them!
**Raiden's shout was greeted with cheers from the survivers of the hard-hit squads. The others looked around blankly.**
**Though still angry, Horus made his way over to the two squirrels.**
I'm Horus. Horus Lupercal, Blacksmith. Raiden says you are part of my squad. That is fine by me, just stick close and you will be fine.
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Nov 14, 2006 19:17:03 GMT -5
**Song smiled gratefuly, Her big brown eyes looking up at the taller beast.** I'm Songwind, a healer.
**Brawn smiled and looked Horus in the eye.** I'm Brawn, a warrior. Thats me wife.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Nov 14, 2006 19:23:56 GMT -5
No time for idle chat! HERE THEY COME!!
**Raiden's voice calls over the squads as he draws his weapons. The first few to creast the hill were cut down by the mouse and the survivers from Tactical Squad 3.**
DIE SCUM!
**Zahi swung her daggers around sliceing the vermin as they closed in on her. with in seconds the mouse had a clear area to breath in.**
Full introductions will have to wait till later. Assuming there will be a later that is...
**Horus ducked the sweep of a sword and countered with qa slash from his own.**
LUPERCAL!!! Rally squad!!
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Nov 14, 2006 19:34:08 GMT -5
**Brawn sprang on a rat, his lance slaying it quickly. The big squirrel leaped into a tree and started to hail down death on the foe. Suddenly, a vermin arrow ripped through his arm and caused the squirrel to lose balance and topple as another arrow came whistling by were his head had been. Brawn swallowed his pain.** Song!
**Song heard the voice as a press of vermin closed in on her. Her worst nightmares were coming true. The maid looked around at the vermin closing in on all sides and screamed. She pulled her dagger out to try and protect herself but the vermin were to close.** Brawn!
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Post by Rowan Sorriven & Jamie Sareem on Nov 14, 2006 19:37:36 GMT -5
Jamie finally finishes patching the dagger wound inflicted upon Rowan in battle. Offering him a paw up, she lifts his dark red mail hauberk and hands it to him. "You might need this Rowan." He smiles grimly and straps the heavy armor on. Drawing his long sword, Rowan turns and sees more vermin cresting the hill. Jamie notches an arrow to her bow and they both run from the underbrush. Jamie drops a rat in it's tracks on the hill as Rowan runs to back Raiden up. He thrusts his blade, running a ferret through it's chest as he continues his mad dash up the hill. Stopping by the commander of the raid, Rowan parries the blow of another weasel. "Sorry for the delay cap'n. I had to get healed up." Rowan kicks the weasel in it's gut and as he is about to finish it off, a large, stocky ferret smashes the mail hauberk with it's club, leaving Rowan gasping for breath.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Nov 14, 2006 19:38:36 GMT -5
LUPERCAL!!
**Suddenly, Horus is right there by Song, his sword and hammer inacting a terriblae toll on the vermin around.**
Go lass, help your loved one. I'll keep them back.
**Moving to turn Song round to face Brawn, the wolf made as is to give he a shove in the right direction.**
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Post by Rowan Sorriven & Jamie Sareem on Nov 15, 2006 7:03:21 GMT -5
Rowan turned to his right while dueling it out with another ferret to see Song and Horus. Slashing the ferret across it's neck, he sheaths his long sword for the time being. Spotting a stocky rat a few feet from Brawn, Rowan draws the javelin strapped to his back hurls the light weapon with most of the strength the intelligent otter held. The rat falls down, warm blood seeping onto it's white jerkin. Turning back to Raiden and the squad, Rowan draws his powerful long sword.
Jamie made her way up the hill, firing arrows off at the ones still attempting to crest the hill and others that had parted to the side. She managed to make it up to Rowan and Raiden before the hordes press in again. She notches an arrow to her yew bow, aims, and fires at a ferret. The arrow strikes it between it's eyes, killing it.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Nov 15, 2006 15:57:11 GMT -5
HOLD THE LINE!! HOLD THE LINE!!
**Raiden's voice continued to bellow orders to the winds. The survivers of Locasta Squad, or Tactical Squad 3 fought a fighting retreat back to where the mouse stood.**
Rowan, Jamie. Stay close. They will come at us directly. We are going to face the strongest elements of their force.
**Raiden's words were true. The Wereats had bulled forwards from the smaller vermin and began to charge the Command squad at the heart of the remaining commando force.**
Let's do what they least expect. COUNTER ATTACK!!!!
**As the words tore from Raiden's throat, the warrior mouse began a headlong charge at the advanceing vermin. Sword bloodied and raised, axe held loosely in a tight grip, Raiden was a sight to behold; In the flickering fire-light, his white armour appeared a deep red, the congeled blood on it's surface adding to the demonic effect. The gold-coloured trim of the plates appeared burnished. As a piece parchment rippled in the slight breeze, Raiden let loose a terrible war cry.**
AVE ADDO OF MORTIS!! AVE NOX NOCTIC ADDO!!
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Nov 15, 2006 16:38:36 GMT -5
Taundor hunched over, nursing his injured foot paw. He lifted his shaggy head, and howled, long and blood-chilling. Taundor dropped to all fours, and charged along side Raiden, fangs bared in a ferocious snarl. He met the opposing army with a tremendous amount of force that sent shockwaves through the army. Taundor drew his glaive, and stared to wreak havoc on the Wearats. He headbutted one of them, and pressed his shaft against the Wearat's throat, slowly applying weight until the life gurgled out of it. In his mad rage, Taundor had left his back open, and another Wearat crept behind him and dealt Taundor an ugly blow with a dagger that sunk up to its hilt in Taundor's back. Taundor arched his back in pain, and spun around, eyes lit with a fighting light. He gripped his glaive and stabbed the Wearat with all his weight leaning on it. The glaive slowly sank through the body, and when Taundor was close enough to smell the rank breath of the Wearat, he heaved the glaive out with a sickly scuelching noise, and roared, "GO TO HELLGATES!" Taundor engaged the next vermin in a fight.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Nov 15, 2006 16:51:43 GMT -5
**Raiden was little better than Taundor, in fact, he was more beastial. Disregarding his own safety, the mouse plowed headlong into the oncoming vermin shock troops. Indiscriminatly his axe flashed, hewing limbs, adding to the blood on his armour. His sword was cutting deep wounds into the vermin flesh. Each blow was deliverd with a ferocity that was unbecoming of the mouse. Feral, primal anger and hatred lent strength to his blows as he tore through the ranks between him and his wolf friend.**
Taundor. Throw me. I need you to throw me as hard as you can at the middle of the horde. Ther is only one way to settle this. Cut off the head and the body will die. I must kill this Horus Targost.
**Zahi found herself with Squad Locasta. Somehow she managed to pull their fat from the fire as the vermin began pressing in.**
We'll link up with Squad Lupercal as soon as we can. Lets move it.
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Post by Rowan Sorriven & Jamie Sareem on Nov 15, 2006 17:02:14 GMT -5
Rowan nods as Raiden gives the command to stay together. His long sword glitters in a deep red, almost the shade of coagulated blood. His red and gold armor turns to a dark, melancholy shade, his face hidden in the depths of the open faced steel helmet painted red. He took off, following the remaining tactical squad including Raiden, Taundor and several others. A the two sides collide, Rowan immediately thrusts his long sword, piercing a Wearat's thick hide.
Jamie drops the yew bow she is holding and draws her sabre, a magnificent, long bladed sabre with a gold hilt and a red pommel stone. She appears right beside Rowan and slashes the wearat across it's throat. The wearat falls, crimson blood flowing freely down it'd throat.
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Nov 15, 2006 17:03:34 GMT -5
Taundor fought his way toward Raiden and spun his glaive in a blurring revolution. "Raiden, get under here!" He lifted his glaive slightly to give Raiden enough room to dive towards him. The Wearats began surrounding Taundor, and the ones with spears began jabbing at the black wolf in the center. Taundor growl menacingly, but to no avail. A Wearat jumped into the air toward Taundor, determined to crush the wolf below him. Taundor saw a shadow pass over him, and looked up, alarmed. He calculated the distance between him and the the Wearat. The smallest mistake could cost him his life, and Raiden's too. It was the riskiest move he could have done. Taundor took it. With a swift movement, Taundor planted his glaive in the blood soaked ground, and crouched down. The Wearat gave a yell of pain as he impaled himself on the blade. Taundor felt the weight of the bulky beast press upon him, and slowly stood up. With a wild yell, the surrounding Wearats climbed on the dead Wearat, trying to forcibly crush Taundor under their weight. Taundor staggered, and dropped to his knees. "Raiden, come!" Taundor braced his back, and astonishing himself, heaved himself up and shook the Wearats off.
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