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Battle #01 - Lascian Border Fort
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Topic Started: May 15 2008, 10:43 PM (1,070 Views)
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May 15 2008, 10:43 PM
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With the rising of the sun came the spread of light across the majority of the Isle of Innisfree. Many found the break of day to be a time of reassurance, a time when they could take refuge in the knowledge that the night had passed, the light had once more beaten away the darkness and the terror of the unknown that it harbored.
For the men and women in the Main Pass through the Borderland Mountains, however, their existences remained shadowed by the very peaks that they guarded. It was that shadow that proved their immediate downfall.
Cloaked in the blackness of the early morning, the first vanguard of troops from Caledonia, consisting of the 1st through 5th Companies, slipped through the canyon on sorcerously silent feet, the clinking of their armor and the uncomfortable snorts of their mounts all masked by the efforts of the mages of each company. Surprise attacks weren't the most glorious of ways to begin a war, but the King's thoughts were that, since war had been declared, there was no such thing as a surprise attack so much as there was an unaware enemy.
And there would be casualties for it.
The guards stationed through the pass fell to the arrows and blades of the oncoming troops before an alarm could be raised, and the rest of the Lascian Border Fort remained unawares until their cover of magic failed upon reaching the outskirts of the Fort's wards. At that point, all guard was dropped save for their shields, and the five companies were ordered into a charge, to make the most of their fleeting advantage.
The first wave of defenses was cut down quickly enough, but they afforded the time for the rest of the Fort's defenses to be roused from their sleep, and soon the battle was joined in earnest in the confines of the Main Pass. There was room, perhaps, for five horsemen to stand abreast in the widest part of the pass, and three abreast in the narrowest. The sides were steep, rising up at nearly a ninety degree angle for quite some distance, far higher than a man could climb, or even an Onix could rise to look over.
Trumpets filled the air sounding orders to the various units, and the roars of Pokemon and battle cries as the battle was joined echoed in the clear early morning air.
As if already feeling the cold clutch of death to be cast upon the pass, the mist of early morning lingered in the darkness, seeming itself to fight back the sun that had yet to rise over the mountains' crest.
[Rudimentary Map with the Border Fort at the bottom and the Caledonians coming from the top.]
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A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.
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Jul 1 2008, 07:28 PM
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He had approached the fort, his muscle tense and the feeling as if he was about to throw up filled his stomach. He may have preached a good game but truth be told, he was nervous. Nervous about how the battle outcome might serve. Would he be a victor? Or be a loser left in the sands of time?
Schneider could see this also in his master and in himself. They had gotten away from the Pokemon before, but that could be nothing compared to what they were about to see on the field. Lysander's feet started to move and as did his Pokemon as they were now directed down the road. The battle had already started and they were to go and assist the people of Caledonia.
The Lascian stood at a higher ground and thus gave them somewhat of an advantage against them. He could hear the grunts of soldiers and Pokemon echoing through as they moved closer. This was a larger battle, something bigger than Lysander had imagined. His arm twitched a little as he looked around. There was someone from the Lascian side trying to navigate through a battle between two rock Pokemon.
Sweat poured from his forehead. He could take this chance now to attempt to strike him down. Sure, it wasn't his flavor to strike from behind but what if that same soldier had came to slay more of his allies? Caledonia could not suffer a defeat. Not yet.
His sword was withdrew with his right hand and his shield held high. "Schneider, stay close. We're charging in." And with that statement, his feet set in motion again, his sword held to the side as Schneider ran right beside him. he began to lower himself and his sword drifted to the left side of his body. When the distance was closed, he would send a horizontal slash towards the man's waistline, seeking to cut him in half.
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Jul 2 2008, 01:43 PM
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Everything else which was going on had almost seemed to fade, the people who were battling of no direct consequence blurred into the walls, the Pokemon who fought on behalf of their keepers disappeared entirely, and the Lascian Fort itself wouldn't be seen again until you tried looking. This was the concentration war demanded, and for you, life and death. Everyone else would've been in a similar state, leaving you at no advantage or disadvantage, unless, of course, they hadn't recognised the person running up behind them as involved.
And by the time your target had, you were already upon him. The fact that he did notice was possible only because his ally, the one whom he'd been navigating around the Graveller to get to, had been observant enough to see you behind him. He cried out to your target, instructing him to look around, and the man immediately did, withdrawing his blade and preparing to strike in the same swift moment.
He wasn't swift enough, though, for the gleaming silver edge of your steel sword had already begun its path through the air. He fell back on instict before it could bisect him, but the blade was able to penetrate his leather armour, and even pierce his skin. slashing across the left side of his torso, around the hip line you'd been aiming. The gash went about a centimetre deep, and he clutched his side before he'd even hit the ground, a wail of pain escaping his lips. He landed on his ass, legs forming triangles as his knees pointed to the sky, and his sword hand, blade in grip, supported him from falling further back.
In helping the man to survive your assault, the second Lascian had sacrificed his own concentration for an entire moment, and that would cost him his arm. The Caledonian's swing was brutal, accurate and sudden, brought down with great force onto the unguarded shoulder of the Lascian. If only he'd purchased those spaulders from the armoury... Nonetheless, time for regret was over, and as Lysander's first experience of death in war occurred, his own turn to bring it about was already being presented.
The injured Lascian was sitting nearly helplessly infront of you, scrambling back enough to give himself room to get up, and if you didn't take him down soon, he'd be posing that much more of a threat...
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Jul 3 2008, 04:43 PM
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From the moment his blade connected with the Lascian's side, a new feeling had entered Lysander. A feeling of sorrow and a bit o anguish tied in. What had the man done to him? There was nothing other than being on the opposite ends of the war. The cold steel lashed out and cut right through, causing him to fall back even more now.
He probably would've been on the floor if not for the fact his sword was holding him up.
Schneider was looking dreadfully as now, his Keeper had already taken the full charge in the war. What he saw done to the man made him tremble a little bit. His heart wanted him to flee from this onslaught, yet he couldn't. Lysander was still entered in the battle and had asked him to keep close to him. The fire mouse Pokemon wasn't about to leave the man who had helped him get away from the Sudowoodo.
Who had opened his eyes to the outside world. His feet began in motion once more to keep up with Lysander. The white hair lad on the other hand turned his attention to the one who gave the Lascian the fair warning. His teeth gritted as the deed would've been done if not for him. However, one of his Caledonian brethren were able to latched off one of his arms and now he gripped in pain.
Lysander attention fell back on the wounded soldier. He needed to and die if Lysander was going to help the others. He didn't want to kill this man, that's what his hart wanted. On the other side however, He loved his country of Caledonia and wanted to do anything to protect it.
He made his second charge towards the man, the sword held out to his right. His shield stayed to his left side now as he prepared for the next strike. His blade was held up for a moment before being brought down in a vertical fashion towards the man. His goal was for the sword pierce the bone in his skull and effectively kill the man
Schneider followed, looking out for anyone who was the enemy. Ready to use his powerful flame.
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Perhaps it was the very specter of death that the man thought he saw, or perhaps the reflection of the fear in his own eyes off the edge of the blade had a chilling, hypnotizing effect on him, as a snake does upon a rabbit, but for whatever reason his response was slow, and his hesitation was too much for his survival to be assured.
The tip of the blade, approximately the last four inches, bit into his skull, just to the right of his nose (the Lascian's left), cleaving through his hair line and down, through his eye, and lodging into his cheekbone as surely as if Lysander had buried the blade in the trunk of a tree. A sickly pink ooze trailed down the blade's fuller and dripped from the hilt, a combination of blood, the jell from his punctured eye, and semi-liquefied brain matter. His body spasmed and shook, his legs and arms lashing out as his own sword tumbled into the dirt with a clang.
The movements wrenched the blade from Lysander's sweaty hands, and as the man fell backwards into the dirt Lysander's blade stuck up into the sky, wobbling slightly as the man's head lolled. He was most certainly dead.
With a small salute, his compatriot turned back to the primary part of the fray and leaped over the body of the soldier he'd dispatched, his blade flashing in the air as he charged, leaving Lysander and Schneider to follow.
...if they could.
Behind them, a scream of tortured pain was cut off abruptly with the cracking sound of the very earth rending, and if Lysander were to look back he would find the remains of the Geodude's corpse, strewn about upon the ground like any other smashed boulder, the Graveler standing triumphantly over him.
The larger Rock-type's narrowed eyes were fixed on the Caledonian solder, and his fists clenched tighter as he stepped over his destroyed brethren, looking between Lysander and Schneider for a moment before breaking into a dead run, intending to crush them with his bulk.
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Jul 3 2008, 07:59 PM
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I hope you find peace in the after life.
His mind whispered a silent prayer as Lysander whipped the bloodied blade. The red tears of sorrow dripped down and mixed in with the dirt of the battlefield. For a few moments, Lysander just looked at the blade, in some form of trance he was in.
He didn't know how to feel. All he knew was that he had taken someone's life. To think that he purposely drew steel against a fellow human and took his life from him. Something just wasn't clicking with the boy and his world just seemed to be out there. However, that trance was soon ended by the foots hitting the dirt. The other Caledonia had saluted, as if saying he did a job well done. He headed off into the deeper part of battle.
War doesn't determine who''s right. It determines who's left.
One of the things he had picked up from his school days. Tough, it was just a random thought. There wasn't a time for grieving or worrying about the souls of the dead. The only thing left to do was to show others the might of his blade, the power of Caledonia. He turned to where the Caledonia and was about to take a foot forward.
Schneider had stopped and made a short squeal noise. Lysander turned back now with his Pokemon. His eyes briefly widen as now he saw a new threat on the horizon. An ally's Geodude had befallen and now his carcass was being destroyed by a larger rock creature. Only his attention turned to the duo and he began his movement towards them.
There wasn't a moment to lose and with his blade in his hand, he began swiping it against the dirt. First horizontally, the little indention making it about 7 inches.
"Schneider, when it gets close I want you to use smokescreen. From there, we'll make our movement around it and till another portion of the field. I'm counting on you, don't let me down. Remember, we are the sword!" His voiced boomed in the eardrum of his fire rodent.
The purpose of the small gouge was to trip the Graveler if he fell for the plan. The Smokescreen was supposed to blind it as it ran straight forward towards them.
He was still trembling, he was still afraid but he knew if he did nothing, it be the end for both. He swallowed his fear for the moment and went down on all fours and began to open his mouth for the smokescreen. Lysander crouched down and as soon as the smokescreen was released, both of them would run around the left side of the smokescreen and make it to another place where the fighting would once again ensue.
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Jul 3 2008, 11:46 PM
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The Graveler seemed to take no particular note of the little Pokemon's preparations for the smokescreen, but was instead concentrated exclusively on his headlong charge against the both of them, regardless of all that did, or would, stand in his path. All of it was irrelevant, all of it was nothing before his girth and power.
When he neared sufficiently, the little Fire-type belched a stream of smoke as black as the ace of spades, one that filled the area with a steady slowness that only a windless battlefield could manage. Perhaps only made to seem more so by the onrushing Rock-type. It let loose an annoyed roar at loosing sight of its quarry, but didn't stop its charge, but instead picked up speed even faster.
But Lysander and Schneider had already made their move, with the vassal scooping up his Pokemon and dodging to the side.
Rather than be tripped up by the tiny furrow in the dirt, as Graveler was used to crossing far rougher terrain that that, it slammed its feet upon the ground and came to a dead stop, with the dirt and rocks just beyond it rumbling and jumping from their earthen bed at the impact and the absorbed energy of its run. One rocky fist plunged into the ground, grasping rock and stone, and ripping it up from its figurative roots.
From out of the cloud of darkness, fist-sized chunks of rock shot at the two of them, striking the ground for the most part, one of them striking the body of the previously felled Lascian at the hands of the other Caledonian, until one lucky throw struck Lysander's left hand. The blow was enough to rip several cuts across the back of his hand, and an unpleasant crunching sound spoke of the stress the bones beneath were put under. It was fortunate that he held nothing in his left hand.
Behind them, the smoke began to clear slowly as the Graveler sought a more clear view of his prey.
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His teeth began to grind together as the fist size rock was able to hit his hand and cause several small cuts on it. However it was more severe that what it it looked, as the sound of crunching could be heard as the rock connected. Lysander attempted to move his hand but it just seem to cause more pain to his hand. The rock that was thrown must've cause more damaged than he thought. It was obvious this Pokemon had some power behind it, power that Schneider nor himself could even hope to face at this time. It was time to get away.
Schneider was still scooped in his left arm luckily so he could continue running. His objective was not to flee from the battle but make it to another portion of soldier's fighting so he could still help the cause. It was with that purpose he kept on running away from the Graveler as the smoke was now clearing and visibility was being restored to it. If they were caught, he would face the same fate as the soldier's whose life he just ended.
His figured looked fine, if not for his increased heart rate and breathing. It was just nervous thinking that was getting him so riled up. Thoughts about death sent several chills up and down his spine. The very thought of the angel of death coming taking his soul is something he didn't want to think about. The main idea idea he wanted to think about was living for a new day.
Blade in his right hand and Schneider still in his left, he continue to flee from the Graveler and attempt make it into a destination of the battlefield. Schneider still shook somewhat for the pokemon had fear in him to. This was a war though, if you weren't give up your life, why even participate? Something Lysander would contemplate when he had the chance.
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It wasn't far to the fighting, though Caledonia seemed to be making progress in that they were moving further and further down the path between the mountains, near enough that Lysander could see the construction of the Border Fort looming in the distance above the rest of the turmoil. It looked fairly undamaged at the moment, with only a few mages manning the windows casting spells down into the troops, whether attacking or healing was difficult to discern.
The press of people became a little worse though, and Lysander would have a hard time forcing his way through so that the Graveler attacked someone else, rather than him. But could he really keep that on his conscience, that he had lured the great Rock-type nearer to the center of the fighting so that others could die in his stead? Was he really prepared for that?
It wasn't long before he found himself forcing his way into a crowd of fighters, a lance narrowly missing his chest before he popped through a skirmish and stumbled into a slightly more cleared area where combat was continuing. There were several fights going on at once, mostly between soldiers, swords for the msot part though there were two Lascians with lances ganging up on a single Caledonian barely defending himself with a tower shield and his sword to Lysander's right. He would likely fall soon, and if the body of a Growlithe near him was any indication, his Pokemon wouldn't be coming to the rescue.
Between the two lancemen was an Oddish, who normally wouldn't have been all that offensive looking, but there was something strange about his bright green body, different from the usual blue, that made him stand out. Judging by the hard look in his eyes, it also made him a little more confident. He bore a few scrapes from his fight with the Growlithe, but he seemed to be otherwise in fighting order. He seemed, judging by the faint green glow that connected him and the Caledonian, to be draining his Keeper's opponent in order to heal himself and weaken him, so that the Lascians could spear him.
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Lysander continue to move, charging himself deeper into the heat of battle. The fear of the Graveler coming in at any time still ran heavy on his shoulders. As a matter of fact, it was the only thing that was pushing him thus hard to run. He had to make sure himself and Schneider could get away. He ran, sweat forming upon his head and dripping down as now a visible structure seemed to come into the picture. The Lascian and Caledonian continue to wage war upon each other but the Graveler he seemed to loss.
It was at the back of his mind but he knew it had found a new target to pluck off. Sadly, Lysander wasn't going to make himself fully aware of that fact. It was going to be something he had pushed back until the aftermath was completed.
The thought of that however, was interrupted by a stray lance that landed not too far from him. It skewed through the air and narrowly hit him in the chest. However, fate was on his side and the polearm missed. Lysander froze for a moment, eyes widening and all. That could've been him, he could've died just now. Is this what war really was? This amount of death that was to be happening?
Though as he gaze around, he could see two Lascians with lances int heir hands attacking someone. It was a Caledonia soldier and his fire pup, Growlithe. His eyes caught the shine of his sword that was off to Lysander's right. He had nothing but a very large shield to help defend. There was a Greenish Pokemon near them and it glowed with a green light.
Lysander didn't need too much intelligence to know his comrade was going through a rough time. He had to do something, he couldn't let another soldier be the casualty of war. Especially not on his side. He let Schneider dropped to his side from his arm, his sword still out. His teeth still gritted from the pain he felt in his left hand, there was no shot of him dual wielding in this battle.
Nor would he be able to get his ally back his sword, though he could help him fend against the trio.
"Schneider. We're charging in. I read int he Pokepedia I was given you can use a stream of fire called Flamethrower. I want you to primarily direct towards the Oddish and the man on the left, Still stay close by me, we need to make sure not to get separated." He said with his blade still in his hand.
Cyndaquil began to hum to himself and small flame erupted from his back. Now both of them were ready. Lysander began charging in to the one on the right. His shield was held close to his chest his sword still to his right. In the man with the lance attempted slash from the left or even a thrust, he would use the shield smack it away and attempt send his blade into a thrust towards his chest, where the heart was.
If he attacked from the right, would use his sword to parry against it and send his shield to his head. If an attack came from above, he would use shield to stop and push it away while still going in for the thrust to his heart.
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The Oddish was first to react, as his attention was wandering the most. His job was dreadfully easy, and he was looking for something better to do with his time and attention when Schneider's flames burst up on his back as he readied himself to attack. The green aura surrounding him and his human victim dropped away as the little Pokemon grinned and turned slightly to anticipate Schneider's attack. Simultaneously timed, seemingly, with the little Cyndaquil's expulsion of a long tongue of flame, the Oddish's body cocked back and then jerked forward, loosing a torrent of leaves from his head that sliced the air towards the Fire-type, only to be incinerated by the oncoming flame.
Apparently the Growlithe hadn't been so smart.
They helped to take the edge off the flame though, and when it struck and surrounded the little Oddish's body it wasn't the full blast that it had been at the start, though still well enough painful that it made the energy-sucking he had been doing over the last few minutes moot, injured him enough that he may as well have been fresh from the fight with Growlithe.
Charred and smoking, with one leaf's edge glowing faintly red, the little Grass-type staggered backwards against his Keeper's leg.
The lancemen were slower to react, however, as they had been much more focused on their game of Stick-the-Caledonian, and Lysander actually found no resistance as he leaped forward and struck out at one of them. Their lance was already extended, and there was little they could do against him. Their armor was a little bit better than his own, however, and as his blade lashed out, striking the chestplate the man wore, it skipped off the metal plating and slid across his chest, until it embedded itself in the gab between chestplate and spaulder.
Blood gushed down his arm and side as Lysander's blade sliced clean through the artery that ran through the man's arm, and it seemed perhaps philosophically important that the man's scream of what must have been unbelievable pain and the realization that he would die was all-but lost among the rest of the sounds of war. He staggered backwards, releasing his lance so that it clattered to the ground, and clutched at his arm, his eyes wide and disbelieving.
His partner was not so panicked, however.
The man turned his attention from the shield-bearing soldier to Lysander, and with a grunt he tucked the shaft of his lance against his body and spun sharply towards him, slamming the shaft of the weapon just beneath the blade into Lysander's side, a little above his hip. The force of the blow caused Lysander to stumble and stagger towards his right, pushed off balance by the power behind the attack.
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Heavy grunts slip through his lips and into the air of the battlefield. The blow he had just received had quite the power behind it and caused him to stagger over towards the right, one eye even winced due to the pain. Though soon, he was able to regain his composure and now his feet were firmly planted on the soil below. His breathing was still a bit heavy but he knew he still had energy to keep him going, for now.
Schneider yelped as he saw his Keeper take the blow towards the side and as a re-action, ran towards his keeper side. He was more focused oh the well-being of his Keeper, than the Oddish he just got through torching. He approached and put one of his arms on his right leg.
A faint smile could be seen from Schneider's angle. That smiled registered the message that Lysander was fine enough right now and he wasn't in any pain. His right arm popped off his leg and he went back to his all four position next to Lysander. The Pokemon hummed once more as sparks began to fly, and heated air began to rise. Within moments later, a small flame ignited from the several spots on Schneider's back.
It was time for the second charge.
"You did well Schneider. I'm thankful for it as well. I want you run towards the Oddish, straight towards it. It's gonna use some sort of attack on you, so I want you jolt your position towards the left and then back to your original position every time it does that until you get close enough. About eight feet from it I want you to slide over to your right and attempt another flamethrower attack." His posture was now raised so that he was standing firmly up.
Now he began to crouch lower as he now he was preparing himself for another sprint. His nodded and both of them set off, Schneider aiming towards the Oddish to work out their plan.
Lysander moving at a lower held his forearm lower towards the previous place the lance had hit. This time, he wasn't going to go in for the chest. His sword still in his right hand, he held a firm grip on it. Int he lance came in from his right. This time, he was going to thrust forward right into the lower stomach of the Lancer.
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Jul 5 2008, 07:16 PM
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A bruise was likely to form from the lanced assault on that area on the left of your guts, even despite your armour, but compared with a possibly broken hand and the continued efforts of the last few Lascians, it was probably the last of your worries. Indeed, with your determined and loyal Cyndaquil and renewed vigour in your own movements, you prepared to strike out. The second charge was acoming, whilst the opponent prepared theirs for you, too.
That was, after all, all they were. Opponents, targets. They weren't people anymore, they were the opposition in this war. You had to fight them to win, and to survive, regardless of how right it was or wasn't. And equally, they were caught in the same predicament, regarding you. But seeing your ally die beside you probably helped the path of persuasion. As did being hit in the guts really hard...
Your sword was thrust forward, as you aimed for the man's abdomen, but it wasn't as though you were going to get through that easily, for the Lascian, after striking at the other Caledonian again (in the time that you were down and recovering) had turned back upon your crouched frame, and launched his own stabbing attack. The extra length of the Lance gave the man an obvious range advantage, but with extra length came less stability, for the distance from his pivot was far greater.
And so two things happened. The first was that the man's weapon was able to hit you before yours hit him. You heard the shredding before you felt the pain, but when it came it came, and there was a sudden searing of a fresh wound on your body. The second effect, though, was that the Lascian's aim was skewed slightly: Instead of your chest, where he'd been aiming to pierce the leather, and destroy your ribcage, he merely caught your side, the same one he'd just bruised, and what was now bleeding. It wasn't heavy enough bleeding to require some immediate mage assistance, but the fact that the spike had only grazed, and gone all the way past, your body, meant that it was a long wide cut, and the thing would bleed freely for a long time, unless you did find a mage.
However, this wasn't the clash over, for you had still continued your efforts, and even with that painful glancing blow, you found your sword to make its mark. It wasn't exactly where you'd aimed, as you'd ended up skewed like the lancer had. But whilst he'd been sent far across, you hadn't, and there was a satisfying splaying of blood under the gap in his plates, below the chest. It'd only been because you were low down that you had made that gap, and the sword found itself embedded there, trapped by the armour and flesh.
That was okay for you, though, since the impact of your received blow, as well as its damage and your upwards momentum had caused you to topple, losing grip of the sword and falling forward. The other man had fallen backwards, though, and so you crashed at his feet. His dead feet.
Oddish and Schneider, however, was a much less final story, for the shiny Pokemon was proving very resiliant. And clever. He didn't make any move to attack, even as Schneider got close, only showing signs to do anything once Schneider's run had carried him within 10 feet. Then he began shaking suspiciously, even if no attack came, and so your Cyndaquil continued to follow orders, rolling to the right and unleashing his Flamethrower. And that was the exact moment the Oddish's Acid spurted out, arcing over the flames which engulfed him moments later.
Schneider didn't have a chance to dodge, and the destructive chemicals splashed onto his paws and across parts of his back and sides, resulting in the little fire type emitting squeals. That was nothing on Oddish's punishment, though, and whilst he was still standing as the flames cleared away, he'd definitely be unable to take anything else, little purple chest heaving and entirely scorched frame shaking.
Well now what?
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Jul 5 2008, 10:53 PM
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"Ugh. Damn it." He muttered and moaned as his head began to raise itself from the dirt. Small brown spots began to appear on his hair from being stained by that rough fall he had taken. If that wasn't bad enough for him, from his side blood was slowly seeping out from the wound he had been given.
Stupid Lascian Lancer.
Both hands went under his chest and he began to push himself up. Minor grunts still coming out from his mouth till he was able to get on his knees. His left held at the side that had just been pierced by the lance. The blood staining on his leather gloves, still he continue to rise up. Heavy in breath, he took a few steps towards the man he had just killed. Looking upon his dead body, this would've been the third one he's killed. It was a good thing that he had been able to save an ally but because of it, he was injured and needed treatment.
His right hand grasp forward and removed the sword that was trap inside the innards of the fallen soldier. His attention turned and he began to slowly walk towards the injured soldier whom he had helped. His eyes still winces every now and then from the pain and his hand clutched his side, to try and stop the blood from flowing. However, he was using his broken hand, so he couldn't really close the wound properly. It just sat on top of it, both the left hand and his side causing him discomfort and pain.
"Hey..would you happen to have anything I can use to mend this??" He started but before he could go on, he noticed his companion Schneider was still fighting. He was now squealing due to some form of attack the Oddish had hit him with.
"Schneider, you can do it. Just press on a little more. One more time, use Flamethrower full blast and hit him dead on! Hold your ground." He shouted to the best of his abilities.
Schneider shook his head and rocked back and forth a little. It seemed the shake from the Oddish had done something to him, but what? He turned back to his attention to his ally however.
"Please...I got to stay in this battle. I've got to help Schneider. I've got to help Caledonia." His pride was strong, and he wasn't about to fold from the battle. He needed to stay. To ensure Caledonia's victory but knew if he wasn't treated, there wouldn't be a next time.
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Jul 6 2008, 09:43 AM
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Schneider heard his orders through the haze of pain that clouded his thoughts from being as clear as it would have been best for them to be, and the little Pokemon nodded, though the Oddish was the only one who noticed it. It was interesting to note how the changing tide of battle effected the little Grass-type, as the felling of his Keeper acted like the coming of a second wind for him, energizing him with righteous fury and setting alight his need to get his own kill in, even if Jeffery wouldn't be there to see it and praise him and give him that little treat he always did when he did something particularly well.
As the little Fire-type shuffled backwards, trying to favor his paws, the Oddish fortified himself on the ground and closed his eyes, reaching out to tap into the energy that existed in all things, that existed in Schneider. A green aura surrounded both, soon connected by a hazy line, as Giga Drain began to pull vital energy from the Cyndaquil to him.
The added pain didn't mix well with what Schneider was already feeling, as well as the intense fatigue of two such power Flamethrowers. It was an attack that used up the vast majority of his energy anyway, and battle adrenaline had fueled a second, but a third...it was too much to handle. He managed to belch up a little puff of a smoke and a bit of light, but nothing more, as the Oddish sapped his life unhindered.
The other soldier, however, was leaning rather heavily upon his shield, patching a wound on his leg with a length of dirty cloth that had probably seen wounds in the past. He was grateful, certainly, but didn't plan on dying after just being saved, and it was understandable in that he finished his patching job before answering Lysander properly.
Eventually though he did look up, his eyes catching on his fellow's wounds, and his face paled a little bit at just how clearly bad they were. There was a war going on around them, people dying left and right, and still it was the wounds of the living that evoked stronger feelings than those of the dead. That particular brand of anguish would hit later.
"J-just some o' these," he answered, handing Lysander the remainder of the dirty bandages. There was no fancy pin for them either, they would just have to be tied, and there was only enough to go around one wound. With his wound on his side, he couldn't cinch it to slow the flow of the blood itself, but he could dam the flow a little bit just by blocking it. And pray there was no infection to be gotten from the bandages, of course. At least not until a mage could get to see him, or he could get to a mage, whichever came first.
There was no thank you, either. It was unnecessary, unspoken in war. Each soldier was innately thankful for the others, no ifs ands or buts. It was a strange camaraderie that had no equal anywhere in the world, one that made brothers of men who had never met in their lives faster than two best friends who had spent their childhoods together. Thanks were not necessary.
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