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Post by stonewall on Feb 27, 2008 19:03:43 GMT -5
Thanks for the explanation. In that case, Fishrudder, you'll have to modify or rewrite your post as at this point I think your moves are autohits. OOC: It's not that big a deal. I have an army of pigs, and to say that no one could hit any of them unless I say so would be a little silly. The only ones I reserve rights to are the ones I bother to give names and personalities.So long as it's within the realm of believabilty, I don't mind. IC: Major Vomst did not like being made fun of, even by insignificants. The twerps were all about to die, and rather quickly, but the vixen's taunting did nothing for the pig's ego, nor did the other signs of defiance. The appearance of his thrity was supposed to instill shock! These barbarians weren't playing by the rules. Even more irate than before, the Major hurried over to his squad, drawing his sword. "Form line!" hollered, and in perfect syncronization, the group of pigs formed a line fifteen soldiers long and two deep. It was a basic drill book manoveur; the idea was that the front ranks would keep the foe at a distance with spears, while the back would jab with their own spears from behind the living wall. Granted, it wasn't an impressive sight when there was only one squad, but then, there wasn't too many woodlanders, so Vomst didn't think that it would matter over much. With his well disciplined squad in formation, the Major felt more comfortable. This was a tried and tested system, which had worked numerous times, and it was undoubtly more sophisticated than anything the insurgents had encountered. He would see who would be taunting in another few minutes. Placing himself behind the line to direct it more efficiently, Vomst raised his sword in the air and smiled. Oh yes, my soon-to-be-slippers, I will have my revenge. "Pigs, charge!!" And it was about that moment that things started to go wrong. First, one of the furry things infront of the fort threw a stone, which smashed into one of the soldiers, and he went down with the air knocked out of him. Then, from seemingly out of no where, an arrow struck another pig in the chest, and another in the ankle. And then, jsut to top off an already confusing situation, two big eared things came from behind the pigs, landing among the ranks and started to deliver their own attacks! Any sense of order that the drill book had ordered was immediatly forgotten as the pigs realized that the enemy they had been marching on wasn't alone, and that the Major's promises that the unexpected appearances of woodlanders would cease to continue had been proven false. Any control Vomst had over the battle had deteriorated, as the soldiers were more concerned stopping the two round eared things amongst them then continuing the intended attack.
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on Feb 27, 2008 20:22:17 GMT -5
ooc; Sorry, Finn, but Crystal's personality wouldn't let her stay back any longer. And... I call Vomst leh Pig Master. xD *Weilds sword.* On guard! xD Zomg, it's gonna be good to have Crys's old battlecry again. ;3 It's a fight post, it's gonna be crappy, what'd ya expect? xD xx. Crystal There's no room, in this hell... As the fox sided herself near Finnrudder, she held her blade level and ready to rush, her worn boots easily bending to allow her to stand on her toes. Eyes wide and alive with the want for blood, the vixen wanted to scream war cries into their faces and watch them all fall to the attacks of the true supreme beings. And that, my friends, would be her side. Each of them had clustered bravely around their leader, a determined look across each face as they faced what easily could result in their deathe in the eyes. The pig's commander was obviously flustered by her venomous words and sharp wit, and anger flashed over his disgusting features.
A look of dark pleasure crossed Crystal's.
She could see figures approaching the back of the pig army, and swiftly she swaped her huge broadsword for a far more cruel set. Distangleing her chain from her thin waist, she held it out as she twirled it, the dull steel links becomming a humming blur of color and sound. Her left paw graped the kama was hung loosely about her hip, and she unlocked the blade with a flick of her wrist, the curved edge of the tiny scythe popping out from the handle and locking in place with a click.Shrugging of the bag, she let it fall loosely to the ground.
And then the enenmy troops called a charge.
Hackles raised even further, her already bushy tail bristled, and she sank into a running stance, her knees bent, the paw containing the kama on the ground, and her other paw held out to her side to steady her, the lock on the chain rocking back and forth like a pendilium.
So thus the chaos began.
A stone from a sling unknown it a pig in the chest, making it fall behind the group slightly. First one arrow struck yet another in the chest, and a second pinned one of the frontrunenrs down by it's ankle at it screeched in pain. Asher and Shapphire, whom Crystal did not remember, crashed into the back row of the pigs, sending up cried of pain and shock. These super-trained troops which were suppsoed to be marching were now fighting for their lives. Crystal instantly noticed that if they could not form ranks, they could not fight. A dark smile crossed her face."Gotta go, sorry commander," the vixen said breathelessly quiet, before suddenly filling her lungs with a large ammount of oxygen and breaking in a run. Her paws easily and fluidly crossed the gap between the two armies, dark boots devoring the meters like ravenous dogs. Her blue dress flapped out behind her like wings, and her long hair like a cape, both it's red and white tangled lapping at the air. Swinging her chain at her side, she brought the kama up to her chest, exposing the ancient tattered banadges on her arms. And now, she mused silently as she streaked towards the meleè, for the battlecry. I'll prove to the Guardians what I'm worth!"Rosepaaawww!" The vixen screeched her family name as she smashed into the army full force, her howl acpomnying the deadly whirl of the chain as it bent and creaked at it's links. Locking her eyes on Vomst, the vixen fought her way to the officer. A pig that got in her way was easily accounted for, the chain wrapping around his arm - and from the sicking snap, breaking his wrist. She dragged the pathetic creature in, the paw holding the kama snapping behind heras she twisted her chian free and begian to run again. Any sigh of releif from the pig was ut short as the kama slashed across his throat, and the fox didn't seem to notice the strain as the blade cleaved easily through the agonizied pig's neck, beheading him."Vomst," she yowled as she got in range of him, not giving him a second to flee, "you're mine!" Crystal aimed her chain's weighted down end towards Vomst's sword. If the plot worked, she could easily disarm the pig Major.
And then he'd be at her mercy.there's no room in the next... .xx
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Feb 28, 2008 7:07:03 GMT -5
AVE ADDO OF MORTIS! AVE NOX NOCTIC ADDO!
**When the pigs charged, Raiden took several steps forward, the blood curse starting to stir at the prospect of battle. When Crystal rushed passed him, Raiden broke into a run, more to watch her back now then just killing the foes.**
I have your back Crystal... You take this pig down.
**As several of the pigs broke to surround the mouse, Raiden smiled.**
Well... Brave are you? Or are you foolish?!?
**The grin vanished in an instant, and was replaced by a snarl as he let loose amonsgt them. Any armour the pigs might have had was rendered useless by the tempest of blows Raiden was unleashing. Normally, he's be sturggleing to control the Curse-beast of the Blood Curse, but during his five seasons travel, he'd learned to control it's fury for his own needs. Here, he was tapping into the instincts that a berzerker possessed; Strike hard and fast.**
You're fools... Dead fools.
**Moving passed the three corpses, while staying close to Crystal, Raiden successively fought three other pigs and won.**
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Finnerator Rudderbow
Ret. War Commander
Ret. Head Ranger
Also known as Fishtail Dirkslash
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Feb 28, 2008 16:14:51 GMT -5
(OOC: Whoo! Greek hoplite attack! So cool!)
*Finnerator Rudderbow didn't have to ask a second time. The Guardians were ready for battle in a matter of seconds and the other strangers who arrived earlier appeared just as eager to help them. The enemy prepared just as quickly, but not only did they draw their weapons and wait for the order to charge, they also formed into tight ranks. Finnerator's sharp tactical mind immediately realized that the Guardians would not be able to break up their strong formation without being skewered on the two rows of spears. They had to use a different strategy to defeat this new adversary*
*The War Commander sheathed her dirk for the moment in favor of her longbow that could effectively kill pigs without getting in range of their spears. She wasn't the only one with that idea; slingstones and arrows from others also shot into the ranks injuring three of their foes. To destroy the formation even further, two swift figures rushed out of the trees and into the rear of the pigs. The otter cheered when she recognized Aster and Sapphire jumping into the melee to aid the warriors. Now the pig's strategy could not work properly*
*Finnerator was about to give the signal to charge when Crystal broke away with Raiden close on her heals. In some far unoccupied corner of her mind, the commander noted that they would all have to reaccustom themselves to fighting together as a unified army. Now there was no time for that. They had to attack now*
"To the Code and to the Water!!!"
*The battle cry of the old Sea Patrol erupted from her lungs as the otter pulled out an arrow from the quiver on her back and fired it into the enemy line at the pig who was already hit in the ankle by an arrow. Her powerful bow worked extremely effectively at this range and her formerly good aim had improved even more over the five seasons she had been away from the fort. Her arrow flew true and struck the hapless animal in the chest with a dull thud*
Come on Guardians! Attack!
*As she pulled out another arrow, she noticed that Crystal was already going after the pompous Major Vomst. That was good; Finnerator preferred to help the attack with the longbow rather than to chase down a fat commander at close-range. She guessed that the battle would end quickly as soon as Crystal could get the Major out of the way. For now, Finnerator would continue her end of the attack with the rest of her comrades*
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Post by Tasna and Willowtail Riverend on Feb 28, 2008 20:56:42 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry, I haven't posted for a few pages. With recent events that will remain unnamed, but, I'm back and ready to post.
BIC:
*Tasna came up next to Finnerator as the chubby, furless pink thing turned away and gave a loud whistle. Willowtail came up next to her and stared harshly at the ill-mannered pig, as Crystal had named it. As the loud tweet filled the air, Tasna was reaching for her cutlass, when she stared up at the line that had formed at the top of the hill. She mumbled to herself. "So many..." The otter sounded unsure at first, but then, literally, hissed softly, "...The more for me to destroy." She had grown sick of vermin and their nuisance in the world.
Tasna took a step forward and stood ready as Crystal whizzed past her, Raiden soon following. Tasna smirked as the enemy's formation deteriorated into every pig for himself. She huffed heavily and began to run up the hill in a diagonal direction to the left, taking out her cutlass. Willowtail followed her lead and moved swiftly in the other direction, mirroring her movements. He unsheathed his scimitar in his right hand, and whip in his left. Slowly, as they ran around the two lines, he unravelled his whip and held it in an easy position for him to attack.
Tasna waved a paw up into the air when they were in position. The attackers from behind had helped considerably with confusing the pig corps. At the signal, Willowtail lashed his whip out at the neck of one of the pigs infront. When wrapping around, he pulled back hard, aiming for another pig to knock them both out. Across the hill, Tasna was slashing at pigs wildly with quick movements of her cutlass. He narrowed his eyes at the pigs farther away to get a better aim.
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Sandegar
Off-Call Lieutenant
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Post by Sandegar on Mar 2, 2008 13:27:21 GMT -5
OOC: Meh, I'm just a stickler. BIC: Even Alex could not avoid overhearing the strange pink creature talking with unbelievable arrogance to the other woodlanders. She turned towards the gate, her eyes narrowed to focus on the “pig”, as the white vixen said, her grip on her bow tightening subconsciously. She shifted the quiver slung across her shoulders uneasily, glancing from the pig to the ramparts, where she guessed she would have the best position as an archer. When a sharp whistle cut through the clear air and more and more of the pink creatures swarmed out, she was completely ready. She began running toward the stairs up the walls with the speed of a hare, albeit a small hare, and clambered up onto the parapet. Shaking back her right sleeve and quickly tightening the bracer on her left arm, she drew an arrow from her quiver. Gritting her teeth, she quickly nocked her arrow to her black bow, without testing the wind, and aimed for a pig near the edge of the troops. There were no Guardians there, and there was little risk of Alex’s arrow hitting any of her comrades. With a quick intake of breath, she drew back the arrow, her fur brushing against the blue of the kingfisher fletching. With a smile, she let go, and watched with satisfaction as the arrow embedded itself into the shoulder of an unwary pig. Her recurve bow allowed her great speed and force, especially at this distance, even better than that of a conventional longbow. With a smirk, she nocked another arrow to her bow and resumed her attack. Hopefully no one would get in the way. **** When the pig, the self-proclaimed “Major Vomst”, announced his intentions, Sandegar bristled with indignation, and he was only further maddened when the officer whistled for more troops. He glanced over them, and concluded that they numbered about two score, perhaps a little less. Hardly too many for the hardy woodlanders, he hoped. The pigs seemed to be underestimating the Guardians, and they would pay. The tall hare stood back a little as the pigs got into formation, trying to think of a way to break their guard. As the others charged forward to attack, an idea occurred to Sandegar. It was slow in coming, but he had promised himself to think of a strategy before attacking, and he had done so. With a chuckle, the hare began to run forward, his booted paws pounding on the soil as he drew his sword from his belt. Raising it above him, he leapt up, his knees bending to propel himself upward, his natural skill as a hare sending him flying over the spears of the opposition. With gritted teeth he pushed his legs forward in the air, and smashed straight into a pig, his footpaws landing squarely on the creature’s chest. A split second of hesitation, then the hare had raised his arming sword and plunged it into the neck of the pig from behind. Sandegar flinched at the sickening sound of metal parting flesh, hitting clicking bones. He winced as he wrenched the blade from the neck, in the process cutting into the jugular vein, blood shooting out and splattering the hare’s fur. The pig crumpled to the loamy ground, and Sandegar skipped over his fallen body, holding back his revulsion at the stench of blood staining his fur. With gritted teeth he ran forward into combat with his next opponent, slashing across the stomach of one pig, yet, unfortunately, failing to make contact. The pig glared at him, and stabbed forward with his spear. The hare jumped out of the way, and holding the wooden part of the spear to control it, swiped at the shoulder of the pig. The pig sidestepped neatly, but Sandegar grinned wickedly and shoved the butt of the spear into his opponent’s midriff. As the pig winced and stopped momentarily, the tall hare leapt forward without hesitation. His opponent wasn’t exactly down, and so striking now would not impair his honor. In a swift, momentous swerve, sweeping down and curving up, his sword struck the pig’s side and cut in strongly. The pig inhaled sharply with pain as blood began to flow, and Sandegar jerked his blade out, drawing it back and stabbing forward into the chest of his adversary, to end the poor creature’s suffering. However, as he fell backwards in the throes of death, his spear flung upwards, and with a quick twist of the shoulders, struck a surprised hare on the shoulder. Sandegar leapt back, biting his lip to refrain from grumbling curses at the numbness of his shoulder and holding his sword out as a warning. He quickly surveyed the scene, and saw Crystal engaging the Major with a bitter anger that slightly frightened him, but that was not his concern. It appeared to him that the Guardians were relentlessly wiping out all the troops, and that would not do. According to the major, there was an army out there, and the Guardians would need information. Rushing forward with the speed of a hare, he tackled an unwary pig from behind, slapping him on the head with the flat of his blade, hopefully not too hard. A slight crack sounded, and the pig crumpled to the ground in front of Sandegar. The hare stepped over the body, hoping that the creature was merely unconscious, and briefly looked over the Guardians, making a decision in his head. It would endanger a comrade, but if he was lucky, she could take care of herself and Sandegar could win an independent victory for the Guardians. “Raiden! Back me up!”
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Post by stonewall on Mar 2, 2008 16:32:45 GMT -5
This was most definately not part of the plan.
Major Vomst did not feel fear or worry about the unexpected turn of event, but rather an incredible anger at his own troops seeming lack of will. "What's this?!" he hollered at them as they struggled to cope with the wrath of the giant they had just awoken. "Sons of the Empire, doddering about like chickens with their heads cut off?" He was gravely dissapointed with his force. He didn't believe that these furry fools were in the least bit potent, merely that his own pigs had let their fears of the woods get the better of them. "Put your hearts into it, boys! Show them the meaning of power! To it!"
The thought had emerged in his head that it would be a good idea to pull back and reform, but Vomst's thoughts were disrupted by a sudden cry. "Vomst, you're mine!" Taken aback at being refered to by name, and half expecting one of his own superiors to have been the one to declare it, the Major realized that the challenge had been issued from the freakishly garbed "vixen," charging towards him. Laughing aloud with scorn at this show of bravado, the pig jumped neatly aside so as to avoid the whirring chain. "My my, darling, you fight like you dress: seemingly blind!" He had a few things he'd like to say to the taunter before he desposed of her, but decided it was beneath an officer to waste his time battling wits with an inferior. Rather, he charged forward, shoulder first, intending to knock down the frail looking creature and run her through once she was on the ground.
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on Mar 4, 2008 23:09:12 GMT -5
ooc; Don't worry, Sandy, she can take care of herself. <3 Oh, if any of the Guardians can, just wind her up and watch her rant, rave, stab things, foam at the mouth, and go all RAWR-*Angst-in-jer-face.* *Nodnod.* It's a very stress relieving thing to RP, believe it or not. :3 xx. Crystal But I can't tell if I've been, Breathing or sleeping or screaming or waiting for the man to call, And maybe all of the above. 'Cause mostly I've been sprawled on these cathedral steps, While spiting out the blood and screaming: 'Someone Save Us!' The world around her turned into a whirl of pain and agony, but it wasn't her own. She could hear the cries of wounded soldiers, and of flesh being cleaved apart from the bones it clung to. She could smell the metallic scent of blood, and it was as if she already had the reek of carrion in her nose and lungs. She knew the outcome to be deadly, and possibly even kill everyone stirring currently. Red colors of all different shades gushed from seemly nowhere, throwing her senses out of balance. Her sight swam as she tried to focus on all of her allies and never leave her back to her enemies.
Crystal knew that she could very well die. However, the thought brought no fear, rather, it brought a bitter-sweet ripple of pleasure through her. If she died, then none of the Guardians could deny she was truly noble and good to the very end. If she lived, she'd have to go on proving herself. But, then again, if she was laid to rest during this battle, it would signal a sense of weakness in her memory. As the main part of her mind focused on the chaos, in the back of her skull wheels easily turned and rest on the thoughts of how she would most like to die. Unlike most, the prospect of death sent a cold sense of not reluctance, but willing. She wasn't to know the truth of the afterlife. She's heard so much about it, each story bashing the other into nothingness. However, all thoughts were torn away by words."I have your back Crystal... You take this pig down."In the heat of battle, her sharp wit was back, blocking out all memories of forgiving the mouse from her mind. She only remembered fevered snatches of how he'd helped wound her leg, and how he'd threatened her that day in the tavern. Sandegar had been wrong, in a sense. She had matured, yes, of course. One part of her. But it was still as if she suffered from multiple personality disorder, or simply that she was bipolar. As a pig got too close, Crystal, instead of using her blade, sank her needle teeth in the creature's jugular. With a screech, he struggled for a mere second before she released her grip from his neck, the puncture weeping red tears. Muzzle coated with blood, she whipped her head around, canine teeth dripping vermilion drops. Locking her gaze onto Raiden, she gave a shout of pure anger. "I don't need any help from you, White Knight," she spat, the blood in her mouth being roughly spat to the ground. Her feminine tone wasn't bright and cheerful as it had been in the fortress, no, here, on the battlefield, it rang different all together. Her words were a dark blanket of smothering rage, each word and blood colored as her crimson-coated fangs. "I am able to care for myself. Defend yourself, you fool!" She snarled as she turned away, the tide of the fighting carrying them apart again as Raiden was surrounded.
Swallowing the remains of the fluid, Crystal turned her attention to Vomst, whom had dodged her attack in the thick throngs of the fighting. The pigs scattered from the pair, white and pink creatures alike meeting each others face briefly. "My my, darling, you fight like you dress: seemingly blind!" Darling... Crystal's mind ticked against the word, fur bristling against it with indignity. She was the darling of nobody! None! And definitely not this... This freak! This annoying, pompous dolt whom dared to trespass on their happy reunion, and attempt to leave their home in shambles, and their lives to the four winds. She's show him. I'm not going to kill him, by the teeth of Hell, no! I'll make him cry for death first! With each thought, her anger grew heavier and heavier within her, until it was fit to burst from her and cleave her in half with it's dark intensity.
The pig bulled himself forward, and any of the troops unlucky enough to be in his way were scattered like ninepins. His blade was tucked from her view, her dark green optics squinted against the blood that caked her features. As he ran forward, she searched her index of battling moves for what in the hell he was doing. She didn't expect something that simple. His shoulder slammed into her nose, his fist catching her in the stomach. The vixen yowled in pain as she fell back, swaying once of her heels before falling flat on her back. Dizziness swayed at her only as she fell, the landing jarring it from her. As soon as she struck the ground, she rolled her body away, twisting herself to her paws. Her forepaws ground the knuckles into the dirt, her lips pulled back in a fierce snarl, ears pinned to her head as she hissed defiance at him, tail lashing like that of a cat, regardless of her canine status.
Pushing herself from the ground, she abandoned her kama and chain of the broadsword. Both paws wrapped around it's hilt, she lunged forward on the tips of her claws, stabbing at his torso. With a rebounding effect, she rocked back on her toes, jumping with her heels in a prefect spring backwards, preforming a flawless cat-to-cat.Heaven, help us now, Come crashing down! We'll hear the sound, As you're falling down. .xx ooc; (again) Okay, Stonewall, in case you dunno what I said in that last part... Summary. Crystal gets knocked down, but rolls away and stands back up. She then throws her kama and chain on the ground, and takes out her broadsword. Then she runs at him and tries to stab him in the chest area, then jumps backward again, hence the cat-to-cat. Got it? And yes, Crystal DID got vampire-pwn on one of the piggies. Couldn't resist. :3 That's what I get for being a vampire. And starring at an MCR poster for half the time I was thinking stuff for this post. :3
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Taith
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If I could figure out how I would put a hilarious avatar and saying here but...I can't.!c!Default
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Post by Taith on Mar 5, 2008 20:46:40 GMT -5
Leaping over the ivy covored walls, Taith mired herself in the midst of the pig's numbers. Her bow left foolishly in the fortress, Taith deftly whipped out her wickedly curved twin blades.
Leaping on to an unattentive pig's back, she quickley slit the strange hairless throat. Hearing an astonished cry from an even stranger black spotted soldier.
As he whipped out a standard issue sword, Taith quickley moved in close to her oppontent. As much as it pained her nostrils. Out of the range of the unexperianced stabbing, a curved blade forced itself through the pigs stomach. Groaning in pain, Taith mercifully dispatched her enemy.
Cutting a silent swath through the hog army, cruel, Icy eyes searched for other Guardians, to figure how she could make herself of more use. Seeing Crystal attack Vomst, almost instantly Taith relocated to within a few feet of the fox. She would provide all the assistance she needed to dispatch the foolish general; the willowy otter would make sure the fox accomplished her deed.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Mar 6, 2008 5:45:09 GMT -5
If you insist Crystal...
**Reuctantly, Raiden turned from the fray around the fox to go find more of the pigs to kill... THEN Sandegar called out to him...**
“Raiden! Back me up!”
On it!
**Sheathing both swords and in their place, drawing his larger blade, Raiden cut a swift path to the hare.**
You hollered for me Sandy?
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Riverwake
Specialist
Honourary Officer
You only wish you could rock this hard!!c!Default
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Post by Riverwake on Mar 6, 2008 16:57:16 GMT -5
OOC: First quest post in loooooong while. Hopefully, my quality hasn't dwindled down to nothing. I also apologize in advance for the gore in this, I'm just trying to get across how strong Riv is now, he's been doing almost nothing but strength training since his departure from the fort.
IC: * To the left flank of the rapidly decomposing platoon, a pair of tree limbs was hanging slightly lower than usual. * So, what do you see out there Seg? Eh, I see a ruined fort, an assorted number of what looks like goodbeasts. Looks like they’re fighting... you have got to be kidding me… What, what are they going up against? Pigs, the heck are they doing here? No way, this far? I hated that one job we had to do against them. Yeah, I know. Looks aroundabout fifteen of them left, and they are getting torn up. We can get five right now if you’d like. Five? Niceness. *Riverwake popped his large muscular neck. * Let’s take ‘em.
* Segault, one of the two commandos of the BlackSteel mercenary group, drops from the tree, and starts running toward the chaos. At about thirty feet from the group, he grabs a knife from his belt, and slings it at the back of the neck of unaware pig. It hits with deadly accuracy, right into the main nerve in the neck, causing him to drop. Weather he was dead or paralyzed, Segault didn’t know, or care for that matter. He was worried about the pig that heard his comrade fall. The pig turned at Segault and readied his javelin to throw at Seg. No sooner than he did this, two black figures burst from a tree very close to the action. Riverwake had been tree-hopping at almost the same rate Seg had been running. Moving to save his ally whilst in midair, Riv hurled his spear at the pig full-force. A more vicious death couldn’t have been thought up. The spear collided with the pig’s skull, sinking more than a full eight inches into his head, and at the same time, knocking off his feet, sideways. Around an inch of Riv’s spear was protruding out of the far side of the pig’s head, and blood was flowing freely at both ends. Riv landed on the ground feet away from his victim. He rushed over to the corpse, and placed his foot on the pig’s head and removed the spear from the skull. * You owe me one Alex.
No prob. * Seg runs towards Riv, jukes around him, and simultaneously pulls out the blade at his right side and throws it at the first of two pigs forming a line at them. The blade connects with the first one’s chest, as he falls to the ground, Seg uses the body as a stepping-stone to cut a backflip. He pulls another knife from his belt, and using his right leg to aim, launches the blade right down the side of his leg, and directly between the eyes of the second pig. He lands on a knee, breathing heavily with a grin on his face. * That’s three bud, you gotta keep up.
* A fifth pig was closing in on the kneeling otter’s right. He didn’t even notice him. Lucky for Seg though, the pig was to Riv’s left. Going to save his ally’s life again, Riv spins his spear around to the clean end, and moves to intercept him. The pig never sees him, and Riv uses this to his full advantage and swings his spear at the pig’s waist, and moving upward. A more vicious death couldn’t have existed. The spear’s solid steel blade crashed through one side of the pig’s rib cage, tore through his heart, and back out through the other side of the cage, but left the pig’s spine intact. The body fell in half, but was still connected to itself. * Dang it Riv, can you kill them somewhat cleaner? Sorry that I had to save your life, again. You’re a commando Seg, you’ve got to be aware of everything because I can’t with just one eye. Get your weapons back, no more seem to want to challenge us. I think I just might know what this place is. Oh, really?
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Post by Aster & Sapphire Fleetpaw on Mar 7, 2008 18:00:36 GMT -5
Her paws had connected. This Sapphire was fairly sure of; in the melee of jumbling pigs, her situation had become a mess as the rest of the Guardians charged into battle. Pink, bare pig-bristle swarmed into a crowd of jostling and shoving pink flesh all around her, a group far too tightly packed for her liking. Pink snorts. A vision filled with pink. From somewhere seemingly far away, a cry: "Vomst, you're mine!" Crystal. Everyone was fighting except for her. Raw irritation buzzing and vibrating furiously throughout her entire body, Sapphire could feel her force slipping as she was knocked to the ground, her ribs almost crushed by a freakishly pink pig hoof -- this was just another excellent reason of why she never wore that hated color -- and struck out in desperation, performing a full 360 leg sweep and bringinf a goodly number of the swine crashing down on their rear ends. Not pausing to look back, the mousemaiden scrambled out of the swarm, still packed like bones in a beltfish, and drew breaths of fresh air as she felt the strength grow with each intake of oxygen.
Aster was not faring nearly as well. Once she had been grounded, the healer was backed up against a tree, gasping in panic as an overgrown pink specimen of something-or-other -- was it a pig? -- grinned stupidly at her and waved a rusty-looking harvesting scythe in her face. No creature has a right to be that ugly! Determined not to lose, the mousemaiden released the hidden catches in her long sleeves, letting a couple of the concealed throwing knives slide into her fingers. Steel against pawpads. And the steel made her feel so much more confident. Just because she had retreated from the front line for several seasons didnt' make her any weaker! Aster coiled, springlike, her sister's teachings running through her head. It's all about the motion and balance. "Ha!"
And the knives buried themselves into the pig at high speed, each into its relative pressure point. Buried themselves, and stayed there. And bounced right back out.
Several drops of crimson flowed from each of the wounds, small as pinpricks, as Aster suddenly realised what was going on. "Flaming hell-curses!" She had blunted her kunai during her time at Redwall out of fear that the Dibbuns might find her weapons and hurt themselves playing with them. The pig howled in pain.
Meanwhile, Sapphire had been staring horrorstruck at the Guardians, some of those same creatures whom she called her friends. They were in the midst of the battle, hacking and slashing as blood flew and pigs fell.
No.
This was not what she had wanted.
Was this truly how she had been? Killing creatures, creatures who might be innocent and whose families could be waiting for them back at home just as she had patiently waited for her brother to return? And he had returned -- or, at least, the remains of his detonated body had.
"Stop killing them!" she yelled, almost in a panic. Why? What's going to calm them down? These creatures are somehow out for revenge! "We can get some information and have them carry messages for use if they're still alive! Don't kill this chance!"
A loud howl attracted her attention, and Sapphire pivoted to see a grossly oversized pig towering over her twin sister; Aster now had her back shrunk up against the trunk of an elm sapling before she turned and frantically squirmed up into the branches, and the pig wielded his huge scythe and hewed the tree down in two large swoops, landing the dazed mousemaiden back on the ground. Aster turned and looked up as the large, sword-like cleaver started its swoop down, her efforts to scrabble away hindered by the ringing in her ears.
And a blur skidded in low and met the huge sword with a loud metallic clang. Sapphire had been accessorizing while she was away, and it was now made clear that the sheathed blade across her back was no ordinary blade. Forged by its user in the infernoes of the Whitefire Isles, the goose-quill saber contained hammered folds that lay thick and numerous under the shiny-looking exterior, holding it strong even as its opposing blade contacted its flat side. The mousemaiden grasped the hilt of her sword with both hands and pushed upwards. As the scythe clattered to the ground, she sprang fast and hard, the flat of the saber whistling upwards as she made a powerful swing, and it struck the underside of the large hog's jaw with a loud crack, and he fell like just so many bricks, Still airborne, Sapphire re-sheathed the saber across her back and twisted nimbly, landing on the ground from high up with her arms thrust out and steel-shod cloth boots apart to absorb the impact. "Aster." The figure clad in white streaked with dark red stood up. "Don't get yourself too badly injured before our match." The boots sprang away again, carrying the wearer up before a strong left footpaw smashed into another pink shoulder, fast and heavy, dislocating the swine's spear-arm and rendering him useless.
Aster just stared at the decidedly conked pig before her and rubbed her jaw in wonder. When did Sapphire get so strong?
The figure out in the field spun and leapt, ricocheting off the falling torso of her most recent opponent to gain the momentum with which she drop-kicked yet another hog over the head.
...I guess she always was.
OOC: Eh heh heh, guess I got a bit carried away. Hope no one minds!
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Post by stonewall on Mar 8, 2008 14:55:47 GMT -5
OOC: Minor correction, Aster. The pigs use only regulation spears, not scythes, and they most certainly would never be allowed to have rusty weapons.
IC: The pigs had had the advantage of numbers, but the sudden appearance of foes from seemingly all angles frayed at their minds. Their formation had been disrupted, and once again it seemed that the woodlanders could come out of the shadows and strike. All that kept them together was the knowledge that the Major was watching them, and that too was about to become questionable.
Vomst laughed as the vixen plummeted to the ground. Pathetic, just as he had thought! A mere application of strength was all that was required to shove these creatures around. He furvently hoped that his soldiers had seen this small victory over the taunting fox, and that it would remind them that they were still superior. All that was left now was to apply the finishing stroke with the sword.
But before the pig could finish the job, the strange woodlander did something unorthodox and utterly unexpected. Quick as a flash, she had rolled out of the way, and before the Major could react, she had jumped towards him with her sword and lunged at his chest. The chain mail armor that was regulation for the pigs deflected the blow, but the move had been both shocking and forceful enough that Vomst dropped his own weapon and reflexably moved his hands to cover the now bruised torso.
This seemingly simple reaction had an unintended effect on the remaining pigs. One of the troops, his helmet missing and his spear broken, saw the attack on his officer and, seeing Vomst's reaction, panicked. "The Major's been wounded!" he yelled, his voice carrying throughout the clearing. "He's down!" The news that their leader was no longer in aposition to command sent a wave of panic throughout the pigs. With no guiding hand to tell them what to do, they lost all will to fight. Once again convinced that the woods were nothing but bad news, the few living pig soldiers broke away from the insurgents, running back to where they knew the rest of the army was positioned: the big red building. There was safety in numbers, and they had done their job at any rate, alerting the insurgents that the pigs were present again in Mossflower.
Major Vomst was breathing heavily, his chest tight from the vixen's attack. "Get back here, you cowards!" He yelled at ears that no longer could hear his commands. Hurt though he was, and knowing his soldiers had retreated, Vomst refused to admit he was beaten. He was still alive, and thus could have the pleasure of seeing the furry dolts defeated sooner or later.
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Shard Prime
War Commander
Head Ranger
I'd put something clever here, but you wouldn't get it.
Posts: 208
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Post by Shard Prime on Mar 8, 2008 16:24:35 GMT -5
On the side of the fort opposite Riv and Seg, two squirrels were perched on limbs of two oak trees, about ten meters apart. The one closer to his otter comrades spotted a dark blur dashing from cover. It launched a black projectile into the fray, killing an enemy soldier. The squirrel turned his head to the other, and said, "Seg." The other squirrel nodded, laughing. "Good eye, Oak." They turned their eyes back to the fight in time to witness another dark figure bursting from his cover in the trees. Before landing, the figure hurled an enormous spear, skewering a pig's head and knocking him off his feet. Oak turned to his friend again and commented, "More spear than his head had room for!." The second squirrel struggled to suppress his laughing, but to no avail.
Shard's laughing gave away their position to several fleeing pigs, but only two stopped to engage their unseen foes. Oakrim pulled an arrow from his quiver, notching it to the string of his longbow. "Shard! Quiet!" Shard stopped laughing enough to notch an arrow to his shortbow. Both aimed and fired, but only one arrow met its target. The projectile launched from Shard's bow buried itself deep in the left eye of a pig, killing him instantly. Oak's arrow just missed, instead connecting with a tree beside his moving adversary's head. Shard dropped his bow and quiver, and drew his machete-like sword. He silently dropped from the tree, landing into a somersault. He quickly circled around to the other side of his confused enemy. He dashed toward the pig's back and shouted, "HEY!" The pig spun around quickly and forcefully, only to meet the blade of Shard's sword. The pig's body stopped spinning, and dropped the spear it was holding, but his head kept spinning like a top, falling to the ground a couple of seconds later.
Turning back to Riv's direction, Shard saw the otter swinging his gargantuan spear, creating an enormous arc of blood as it ripped through the body of a pig, severing all but his spine. Oak popped up beside Shard, also watching. "Nice. No blood for me?" Shard wiped a side of his bloodstained sword on Oak's shirt, grinning. "There you go, bud." Oak whacked Shard with his bow, muttering, "Jerk." Shard laughed again. "Sorry, sorry. I blame you." Oak blinked, "For what?" Shard smirked, "Exactly." The two Elite Snipers of BlackSteel recovered their arms and ammunition, and dashed toward their comrades on the other side of the battlefield.
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Finnerator Rudderbow
Ret. War Commander
Ret. Head Ranger
Also known as Fishtail Dirkslash
Posts: 298
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Mar 9, 2008 13:31:20 GMT -5
*The battle was going extremely well for the Guardians of Mossflower. They had made the pigs greatest strength their greatest weakness. The spears that the pigs carried were perfect weapons to strike with from behind a wall of shields and other pigs, but in this disorganized riot, their swords of the Guardians could easily get inside the range of the spears to do their damage. Once the furless swine broke ranks, their weapons were much less effective*
*The archer fired off one more arrow at a pink creature fighting near the edge of the melee, striking him in the leg thereby disabling him for the time being. She then put her longbow over her shoulder in order to draw her dirk from the sheath at her waist. The otter now deemed it to dangerous to try any more arrows in this battle. Her aim was excellent, but there was still a risk of hitting a fellow Guardian and Finnerator wasn't going to take that risk*
*Thus, with her dirk drawn, she charged in to join the bloody combat. As she evaded a spear thrust, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that two more had joined the battle. Riverwake! the otter identified as she deflected a spear with a swing of her dirk. The pig who just attacked her tried to retaliate by swinging his spear back, using it like a staff to strike at her head. Luckily, the sea otter saw it coming back and ducked just as the spear whooshed overhead. From her position she jumped up toward the pig, now too close for him to use his weapon at all. She thrust her dirk into his throat as he flailed his spear arm helplessly. Finnerator quickly moved out of the way as blood spurted from the wound and the pig fell to the ground*
*She only had a chance to slay one pink animal before Crystal got the better of the pompous major. His chainmail could protect him from a sword wound, but it could not protect his soldiers from their disillusionment. After seeing their leader wounded they seemingly lost all will to continue their attack against the woodlanders. A number of the already decimated troop promptly dropped their weapons and retreated from the battle, in spite of Major Vomst's insults and orders. Finnerator couldn't just let them escape. The more people they could get information from, the better*
Guardians! Take any prisoners you can get!
*She looked around her immediate area, but most of the pigs were already in the woods. Finnerator spotted the pig whom she had hit earlier with an arrow to the leg. Incredibly, he had not been killed yet, but was stumbling towards the woods and trying to follow the other soldiers. The sea otter nimbly sprinted over to impede his escape. The more pigs they could question, the more likely they were to learn more about this mysterious Empire*
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