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Battle #03 - Ulster
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Topic Started: Jul 16 2008, 07:39 PM (4,432 Views)
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Aug 13 2008, 06:07 PM
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Every action, every object, virtually EVERYTHING around Boris began to decelerate into inactivity as he found himself growing closer to one of the females of the group. With each elephantine step that the bear man took the ground itself began to palpitate as if it were a stampede of Mammoswine rampaging along the ground itself. Each gait created yet another ounce of anticipation in the already saturated body of Boris until it was too much for his body to cope with. His loud inhuman, demonlike roar echoed outward from his mouth; battle was close and he relished it.
It was safe to assume that Boris was in complete control of his body until the subsequent events that followed. The premiere attack was ardent flames belonging to an unknown source which set poor brother ablaze. Brother, who was completely taken by surprise, yelped out a sudden shibboleth of pain while the sultry flames ate his fur. Attempting to put out the burning pain the tiny bear skidded in the wet grass around Boris’ leg almost causing the giant of a man to topple over as if he were nothing. Sequentially, because of Boris’ sudden, haphazard movements Leyon, who was still located on Boris’ head, was holding on for dear life as he was be tossed all around the place. Alas, in the process of this Leyon managed to dig into the bear man’s scalp as he pushed his helm over his eyes.
Pain, anguish, and battlelust dilated inside of Boris forcing out yet another bellowing cry from his lips. This one though was enough to force Leyon off of his head and onto the ground causing the miniature lion to fend for himself currently. With one hand Boris pushed his helm away from obscuring his eyes as he managed to see Halibel handling her own business very well. The lickitung had leaped into the fray countering treeco’s attack before it could even consider using it against him. Even Leyon, after being repelled from Boris’ helm managed to land an electric attack on the flying water avian from above. Yet there was one thing missing from this entire ordeal…Cerberus.
Boris’ most cannibalistic pokemon, Cerberus, had been unable to make a clear shot this entire time. From his current location he continued to keep watch ever vigilant; flames flowing from his mouth hungrily engulfing the grass below his feet. It would only take a lone command to have the lone dog to attack, an order that Boris soon would issue outward.
Nearly lambent, yellow, fervid eyes glared hatefully at the woman that was standing before the giant bear man. It had been long, an exorbitant amount of time since his last battle, no. It had been a seemingly eternity since his last foe, let alone a woman, managed to stand up toward his impressive, intimidating figure. This girl had brought out Boris’s full pungaciousness and she would soon pay for what beast she had conjured.
The bear man quickly turned his head, using the bare minimum of words possible to make somewhat fathomable sentences for his pokemon to hear.
"Cerberus! Stop standin' around stomp da uvver flamin' mudd wif a Dunderfang. Git in 'is mug, claw, bite, git in a pur meley wif 'im so 'is flamz won't touch anyone else. 'Alibel! Furst release a Supersonic an confuse alla 'er pokemon OR if anyone triss ter dakka us furst use Meeb Furst again ter counta. Leyon Shock wave everywhere but du nub tire yourself yer still young. An Brudur, meeb know ow angry yer meeb wan yer 'ate an pain ter fuel ya, use Strengd ter powa up Seismic Toss so ya kan rid da feeld o' dat uvver dog, da poochyena."
Quick Translation. Cerberus! Stop standing around attack the other flaming mutt with a Thunderfang. Get in his face, claw, bite, get in a pure melee with him so his flames won't touch anyone else. Halibel! First release a Supersonic and confuse all of her pokemon OR if anyone tries to attack us first use Me First again to counter. Leyon Shock wave everywhere but do not tire yourself you are still young. And Brother, I know how angry you are I want your hate and pain to fuel you, use Strength to power up Seismic Toss so you can rid the field of that other dog, the poochyena.
Without awaiting a response from his pokemon Boris snapped his head forward facing the female that had dared to challenge him. Pure lust that was the lone emotion controlling every aspect of Boris’ body, but it wasn’t lust for the woman herself, but lust for the battle in which this woman would bring to him. The bear man knew that her body was small and couldn’t hold much power behind it which inadvertently meant that she herself couldn’t deflect many of his blows until she would break a limb or two. All of this leading to the fact that in the face of a frontal assault this woman would choose to dodge rather deflect one of Boris attacks.
That wasn’t all though, on top of her looking physically weak she also seemed to be lightly armored, hell Boris would go so far as to say she was even less armored than he was. It was this observation in which Boris found a plan for his attacks. Taking his giant claymore, which scintillated off the rays of the sun giving the previous plain claymore into a pulchritudinous claymore which would end the life of this girl, Boris would horizontally slash towards the girl’s legs hoping to chop them off. However, Boris planned ahead, he figured if this woman had half a brain which held survival instinct she would attempt to dodge this. The only clear way Boris could think of her dodging this would be stepping backward or leaping upward. Now the moment the girl moved Boris would stop the horizontal slash and immediately move into a forward thrust quickly followed by an upward vertical slash.
Smiling, Boris allowed his sharpened white teeth to radiate outward as he moved in to attack. If everything went according to how Boris visualized within that rock hard skull of his this little skirmish would end in a bloody victory for him.
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Aug 15 2008, 08:08 PM
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It was at that very moment that a familiar figure caught her eye, causing Lorelei to whirl around, eyes searching for it again. There! On the same side as the Lascian army, beside a rather burnt tree, was a tall figure decked out in the traditional garb of an Enruxiel vassal. Thick black hair with an uneven cut, it was her cousin, what was he doing here? There was no time to ponder on that right now.
Lorelei got up as quietly as she could and, after motioning for Brighid to follow her, she carefully made her way towards her cousin. Of course, by being as careful as she was to be unnoticed, that meant that Lorelei had to sacrifice speed for subtlety.
When she reached her cousin, the first thing she noticed was that there was a horseman on a ponyta rushing at her cousin. Instincts taking over, Lorelei drew an arrows from her quiver, aligned it carefully while drawing them back with her fore finger and middle finger. Turning to the immediate threat, she chose to take aim at the flank of the ponyta hastening towards Azrael and released the arrow, before quickly drawing another arrow and released it after aiming for the rider's chest. She watched bother arrows fly, praying to whatever deities were out there that her aim would hold true.
She drew another arrow; whether or not the arrows hit, she would continue to fire provided that the rider was still a safe distance from Azrael. However, that would have to wait to see what damage her arrows did first before she decided which areas to target.
In the mean time she called out an order to Brighid, "Brighid! Use Energy Ball at the Ponyta now!"
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Aug 15 2008, 09:04 PM
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Azrael attached the zubat’s pokéorb to his belt, and he quickly wiped his blade on the clean part of the corpse’s clothing before standing up. His work here was done, he thought; it was time to leave, as the woman’s pokémon could protect her from attackers. He would have done so right there and then, too, had he not made another cursory scan of the Lascian troops and noted two riders running toward them.
Including a rapidash rider.
Shit. Shit.
He took the time to draw his short sword, deciding it would increase his chance of survival. Thunder, he named it at once, glancing between the woman, the riders, and anything around him that might help – mainly the tree. If he did use that somehow, there was no way to protect the other soldier from the two.
He knew, intellectually, from the sight of the rapidash that there was little he could do anyway, and he helplessly watched the rapidash rider capture the woman until he noticed the ponyta rider charging at him. Of course they’d send a distraction like that, since they probably didn’t know his skill level. That must mean that they were just after the woman, or else it would be the rapidash rider charging at him; he ought to be grateful. But did that mean the woman was somewhat important? Had he lost an important person for Caledonia?
The sound of the arrows thwapping caught his attention, and he shot a glance at the source – it was an archer, he saw, and a vulpix. He couldn’t identify this person immediately, though, but the face looked familiar. A Caledonian, then. One he knew. He turned his attention back to the rider to see where the arrows hit, but more importantly, the rider and ponyta’s reaction. He ought to keep away from the enemy if arrows would be flying, but someone using a longbow likely wouldn’t be able to switch weapons quickly.
If the rider continued charging at him, the only thing he could try to do was dodge the charge sideways, by almost-diving to the opposite side of the lance, block the sword if there was one coming at him and he couldn’t dodge it, and simultaneously try to cut at the rider in general or the ponyta’s neck. Without falling, of course, but if retaliating was unfeasible he’d have to actually dive and pull into a roll and stand back up so he could see what to do next.
If the rider changed direction and started toward the archer, he’d hardly be able to chase them. He’d go after them, anyway, though, but not directly behind the rider or anywhere near there; he didn’t want to be struck by arrows, after all. He’d try to get closer to the archer so he could strike down the rider if the opportunity presented itself, probably making a wide circle to avoid getting hit himself.
If rider and horse separated, of course he’d go for the rider. He’d try to kill the rider as quickly as possible by aiming for the neck. If the horse went down instead, he’d slash the ponyta’s neck if it wasn’t dead or attack the rider in his distraction if it was.
There was a greater chance that the rider would send out pokémon if he had the ability, though; there were too many possibilities for him to consider now, and too little chance that he’d be able to stop the rider from sending out the pokémon. He knew his plans weren’t concrete and he’d have to really see what the rider was doing before acting, but pokémon were something he couldn’t really plan for.
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Aug 18 2008, 10:45 PM
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[Bad post is bad. Sorry.]
Independence was a gift Lucianna's Pokemon were grateful their genetic makeups had permitted them. Without these decisions to warmonger or play as a Devil's advocate, they would be left under the sole rulings of the unstable female and her inexperienced, oftentimes flawed and currently non-existent orders. Lacrima, for one, was glad he had a free reign over his choices, though he would hardly say he much preferred the idea of freedom; he had lived an easy and domestic life far too long. He could, would and did battle, enjoying it probably too much, but the idea of fending for himself was one he wasn't massively fond of. Acker, meanwhile, had known Lucianna for a good week now, and was very much growing attached to her and her commands. She'd been the first human he'd met in a long time, and had since helped him further himself several times. As such, it was a lot more difficult for him to just ignore her and do his own bidding, short of protecting her.
Irrespective of the duo and their concerns or else nonchalance for free-thought, Luci continued to stumble closer to her Cubone, ignorant to the Ponyta's corpse and ghostly presence whom resided there. Perhaps her clouded vision pertained sight of them, maybe the stinging sensation caused them to fade into the indiscernable surroundings, but either way, Luci herself didn't acknowledge them, for her concern was almost solely on getting Lacrima, Acker in tow, and getting out of her. To safety. It probably would've been a smarter idea to run and not cry whilst she did it, but she was bound to her body and its emotions as a Slowbro to his Shellder, and the almost painful to watch trudging continued, slow sludgy step after slow sludgy step, her boots quite possibly wrecked.
Lacrima was quickly feeling guilty at that point, as he heard the Gastly's reply. He once again debated whether he was really doing the right thing, when he caught site of the crazed being some might have known as Boris. To him, of course, the man was nothing but a nasty, huge, powerful inspirer of chaos and war... Something Lucianna wouldn't do well being involved with right now. In all honesty, the whole group would do best escaping somewhere out of the way, before they returned to battle; Lacrima still didn't know Luci's intentions to merely leave. So he began plotting a regroup plan, incorporating as much as he could into the deception he would make against the Gastly. Little white lies...
"Nooo, it wasn't her Ponyta, and yeah, I very much agree; it would be most amusing to take her for a ride! Hah, now that would be amazing ghostly terroris-" He said, coaxing the ghost to frighten Lucianna for his ulterior motives, but cutting into his own speaking as he saw Boris again. "He, however, doesn't look like fun. We would, honestly, do well to get far out of his way, no?" he added, playing as much into truth as he was deception, for the idea of being around the living giant wasn't that nice. Well, it might be for that fool Hitmonchan, who he watched suddenly take off, but he was fine fighting those he had a chance against, or else fleeing.
Acker, it seemed, was intent on assaulting the Houndour who resided out of the way of the main group; Violet, or as he knew her "That other thing" seemed intent on going to war with the rest of the Berserker's gang, but hadn't dealt any reckoning on the dog. So, he figured, as he advanced on it, that he would have to assist, protecting Luci and her unstable form as he went. What would he use? A Drain Punch, like he'd been wanting to use for far too long now.
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  This Knight made a grand total of 250 daring endeavours, before he had to lay his sword to rest.

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There's me in any team.
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Aug 19 2008, 10:03 PM
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Alright. Just take it slow, and allow your eyes to see all around.
His conscious told him, silently whispering the words as Lysander continued on his approach towards the ladies. At least one of them at the time. As he gazed from left to right, one of the females had gone farther down. His eyes didn't have a good look at her yet, as they had turned to face the closer female. His steps still went at a slower pace, despite him being in a war zone and his hand was still grasped on his sword. Sweats till trickled slowly down his forehead, wondering what could possibly be out here for him.
I won't bring out Schneider yet. I'll let him rest for a little bit of time before I even think of sending him out. Besides, I have to gauge some of the people out here. The thought was brief, as now he found himself looking at the new potential threat on the battle field. He was really a monster of a man. Large in both terms of height and body muscle, he raced himself towards the female, from what Lysander's eyes could see.
Damn. I don't she could handle that by herself, I've got to reach over there and quick. His mind jolted the message to his legs. His paced increased from a slow and steady walk to a burst of speed towards them. His hand quickly motioned the blade outside of its hilt and it was held towards his right side, moving back and forth while he sprinted towards he woman.
Looks like the other fights were child's play in comparison to this man. I'll have to be on guard against him. A cautious thought. One that he wouldn't take so lightly, either.
Provided nothing got in his way, Lysander would hope to make it there in time towards the female. If he made it in time, he would attempt to grab her with his left hand and try to pull her towards the side in order to avoid the charge of the large brute.
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At her quickly shouted order, hastiness obvious in the sound of her voice, the Minun squeaked a positive answer and leaped forward, under what would be the stab of the spear, head cocked back. As the bolt passed overhead at a speed a human could never have seen, the little Pokemon, used to much higher speeds, let out a bolt of energy that collided perfectly, knocking the sharpened projectile away with a crackle and a sizzle, to fall into the grass nearby.
With a thump, and an unintentional groan, Summer fell to the ground as the blade and shaft of the spear whizzed by above her over her head and prone body, missing her but not by much.
She had avoided the attack for the moment, to be certain, completely unharmed and with one Pokemon out to help defend herself, but now that she was on the ground almost any movement advantage she had was gone. She could roll and twist, to be certain, but with both of them having ranged weapons it would be very hard for her to both get out of the way of an attack and launch a counter. And from the ground, she wouldn't have much room to even move to attack, let alone hit anything other than their knees.
The situation was beginning to look rather desperate.
And it only grew darker.
With a growl of frustration, the second man, armed with his crossbow, pulled a bolt from his quiver and began to cock the machine back again, cranking the lever to pull the mechanism. At the same time, his compatriot took a hasty step forward, slightly off balance to feel his spear striking nothing, and drew it back, looking to take another stab at the now downed young woman.
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Fortunately for Lorelei, the majority of the fighting had been to her left, and behind her, when the forces erupted against each other. She hadn't been directly caught up in the heat of battle, though there was fighting very near her current position, and as she moved away, she caught the attention of a Lascian soldier yet unattached to the fray itself. Just as she drew an arrow and sighted down on the Ponyta, so too did the young man, perhaps a year or two older than herself, who trailed after her.
Hers was the first to fly though, her concentration superior and her nerves not jarred by the several days of gearing up for a massive battle and the plaguing thoughts of imminent death, and it arched with deadly accuracy to the horse's flank. At the steady trot the animal was going, the sudden attack was jarring enough, and happened to hit just the right muscle, that he stumbled and fell forward, screaming in surprise and unseating his rider simultaneously.
As her second arrow was loosed, so was her pursuer's first, and before either herself or her Vulpix were aware, the bit of wood and fletching had landed itself deep in her shoulder, striking the bone of her shoulder blade but not breaking it. Fortune was smiling upon her in the strangest of ways. Uninjured still, the young man after her dropped into a crouch and went for another arrow.
Meanwhile, some distance ahead, the Ponyta's rider was thrown forward by the unhorsing arrow, and as gravity tugged him down his lance stuck hard in the dirt, nearly a foot deep into it. He released it and managed to stumble forward a good few feet, waving his arms for support, and managed to scramble backwards as Azrael lashed out at him with his short sword.
The man fumbled for his footing, eyes wide with the realization that he would fall, and tumbled backwards onto the ground within hands' reach of his lance stuck into the ground. It would be of no use to him, and his sword was stuck out at an odd angle away from his hand from his fall. He was armored though, and it would at least give him a second to do something as Azrael searched him for a place to stab through the armor at, hoping he didn't squirm enough to void the attack.
Behind him, his horse writhed on the ground in pain, not out of commission yet, but it might be better to be.
Still, there was the chance it would rise again...until an arching sphere of energy from Lorelei's position, casting strange shadows across the already bright day, and struck the horse's side. Colors and energy splashed to either side and faded into the air, and the Ponyta screamed again with pain, his writhing increasing, frothing at the mouth...
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Their orders given, the voices of their Keepers mingling in strange and unpleasant ways, the Pokemon each leaped to their various duties at different speeds befitting their differing distances from each other. The melee was about to become so much the worse as battle raged, damage and pain coming willy nilly with the frequent concentrated blows.
First to react, as his orders were simple and little more than a repeat of what had happened already, the Growlithe opened his jaws quickly, hair trigger that he was with the pounding adrenaline of the fever of battle, and loosed a second tongue of brilliant orange flames at the advancing bear. They enveloped the little furball completely this time, but he charged ever forward, thrashing with his powerful stubby little arms, working them into a frenzy, barreling past the dog and towards the other, his fur alight like a little adorably destructive torch.
Oh the nightmares small children would have upon seeing his deathly countenance...
For that matter, the nightmares Victoria's Pokemon would have after such an encounter, were likely to be nearly so traumatizing as the real thing.
In the wake of the flaming bear, however, disguised by the trailing cloud of smoke from his body, the Houndour leaped, jaws spread similarly to the Growlithe's but sparkling instead with electricity. He would have acted faster, but his position further behind the group had denied him immediate attacks, much to poor Brother's chagrin. His electrified jaws clamped down upon the nape of the dog's neck, dragging him to the ground and tearing at his body, trying to rip his throat from his neck. Tough as little Orlando was though, his efforts were no more successful than a mother picking up her young, albeit with quite a bit more blood and a significant amount more dizzying whiplash to contend with afterwards, that would leave Orlando walking quite unsteadily and blinking spots from his eyes.
If he lived through the grappling maneuver all the way.
Not too far behind them, the Lickitung stood up tall, recovered from its flying kick, and belted out a sound that was sharp enough to be above normal human hearing. Like any sound, it spread before her, growing wider and encompassing more area, but struck only the two dueling Fire-types and the young woman.
Both canines' sense of equilibrium were thrown off, and amidst Cerberus' tossing and throwing of the other they both fell down to the ground in a confused mess of legs and tails, not quite sure who's was what and what was whose.
Victoria, however, managed to keep her senses at the cost of significant audial pain. Her ears might have nearly bled had the sound not cut off abruptly as the recently-healed Thibaut launched a small line of seeds at the great bulk of the Normal-type, thwapping her good in the stomach and doubling her over to backpedal a bit, caught off guard amidst the Supersonic.
Meanwhile, at Victoria's feet, the little Dark-type had turned about, tail held high in the air to show off his furry little bum, and wriggled back and forth in an invitingly taunting fashion.
Yes, that was right; they weren't even good enough to hit him when his back was turned. That was the message he was sending.
That or he was propositioning them, which was entirely improper in the middle of pitched combat.
Enraged, both the little cat and the bear, who had already made him his target, converged upon him. The Shinx's entire body rippled with electricity, and another bolt leaped forward, striking the upheld tail as if it were a lightning rod and knocking the little dog flat on his stomach with a surprised yelp.
It immobilized him just long enough for the much more dangerous grip that the bear wrapped him in. Picking up Benelo by the scruff of his neck and the length of his tail, the bear used his momentum and the frenzy built up in his arms to heft the little weight, lifting it over his head and, turning slightly, brought him down hard on his other side, his head slamming into the dirt and very nearly snapping his neck in twain before the savage flaming animal released him to fall unconscious to the ground.
The bear's fur was very nearly gone, and his skin was raw and red, cracking and peeling. He was breathing hard, and he was somewhat unsteady on his feet, obviously not taking well to a double-incineration. One could hardly blame him though; it wasn't the easiest of things to put up with.
In the midst of the Pokemon versus Pokemon combat nearest them, Acker's approach had been unnoticed, and he was dismayed when he found that his target, and one of his allies, had become so entangled that one was no more clearly attack-able than the other. But, perhaps it was better to be safe than sorry, to attack and be scolded than to not and die, and so with a final bolstering of confidence leaped forward, fist outstretched, and slammed it into the little collection of furry bodies, producing a yelp of pain from each. A burst of green energy surrounded the point of contact, and it filtered its way into the Fighting-type's body quickly, like a sponge absorbing water, and when Acker stood, immediately back into a defensive position, he looked just the slightest bit healthier. The other two, however, were so much the worse off.
The bit of friendly fire had put down the last of Orlando's consciousness, driving him within himself to seek a place where there was no pain, no teeth biting into his neck, no punches raining down from nowhere. Blissful unconsciousness. Cerberus was not quite so lucky. The punch knocked him for a loop, doubly so with his current state of confusion, and he tried to stagger to his feet, having not the least idea where that had come from and seeing frankly too many spots to be able to discern it anyway. He wobbled on his feet and limped, his left front shoulder heavily bruised from the punch. Walking confused and limping was going to be fun.
But Boris wasn't paying attention to any of that.
His attention lay purely on his own target.
The burly man barreled forward, sweeping his blade to the side when Victoria was in range. The air whistled as the sword sliced through it, drawing the tall grass in the same direction as it with the wind generated from the slash.
Clumsily, Victoria stumbled backwards, barely managing to save herself from being cut several inches shorter. The following stab nicked her shin, cutting the upper edge of her boot but not drawing blood. As Boris rose, drawing the blade upwards, a hand grasped the girl's arm and yanked her to the side.
Unfortunately for the bear of a man, turning the blade from horizontal to vertical was a little difficult for the speed of his charge and the finesse of such movements, particularly with so large a blade, and though he did strike her, just her arm as Lysander pulled her away, it was only with the flat of the blade.
The crunch of bone indicated the snapping of her wrist that followed however as she stumbled against her sudden rescuer, surprising the lot of them that he had gotten there on time, that she had had an ally she didn't know about, and that Boris had more or less missed the headlong attack.
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With an agonizing slowness in comparison to the frenzied melee over yonder, the Gastly turned that idea over in his head for a moment. There was a lot to consider; helping a potential victim who seemed most innocent, or at least very sad at the moment, or possibly allowing the terrorism of many more. That big man certainly seemed to doing a good job of wreaking chaos himself at the moment, it might be fun to watch...
He made his decision and nodded at the Cubone before floating down, sinking into the still body of the Ponyta.
At first there was no apparent change in the beast. There was no movement of his chest to indicate breathing, no visible pulse in his long neck, nothing. Until without warning the being, no longer truly a Ponyta, lurched to his feet in an ethereal, unnatural sort of way. There was still no change that one could point to and name different, but yet there was still something undeniably different about him...
Perhaps it was the way his head hung, so obviously wrong, or the way his movements almost looked as if they were controlled by a puppeteer. Regardless they were steady and firm, and the head swung about to look at the Cubone and the approaching girl. The eyes were those of the Gastly's, sharp and refined, but when the Pokemon opened its mouth, rather than a normal whinny or a whicker, was instead a scream, as if he were in intense pain, like they had heard from across the battlefield not long before, and it split the air with an unearthly sound.
It was most certainly beyond normal.
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Aug 22 2008, 10:59 AM
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Green Group
Summer screamed, she was no longer going to lie on the floor and take the attacks from Lascia scum! She was quick and put her hand into her bag and pulled out a Pokeorb, no wait. It was two Pokeorbs!! "I am no longer having this!" She hissed. Minun was by her side now. Summer had her staff. "I need you guys, Poochy, Tauros come on out!" She shouted. Plus she now had three pokemon by her side, and hopefully she could ground these guys before they caused any injuries to her or any of her fellow Caledonians.
Summer felt stronger all of a sudden. "Tauros, Hidden Power. Poochyena, Me First. Minun, try a Sweet Kiss!" Summer had to be quick to blurt out. "Tauros, aim for whomever is closest, Minun, Poochy try and go for the Crossbower!" Summer shouted, she was going to try and take the dude with the spear all by herself, hopefully. She knew she had the power, she just had to make sure that she was focused and relaxed.
Summer, using her staff pushed herself up from the ground. "Time to dance suker!" She got ready, this was the first time that she had ever fought using her staff, and she now had to make sure that she could actually use it. Basically, she was going to have to use it to either knock the Spear head away from her body, or try and hit the person that was using said spear before said spear penetrated her stomach, or even worse her head, something that she really didn't want to happen!
Hopefully Summer would be quick enough, and if all else failed, she could easily take a swipe at their legs, or if she could absolutely desperate, she could always show her chesticles. Not something that she really wanted to do in a battle full of men now was it?
'Have I made a mistake doing this?' She thought to herself. Well whatever the case, she couldn't back out now. She was going to have to face up to the situation that she had managed to get herself into, and she realized, that she may be dying alone.
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Stefan "Satan" Morton Stephan's Life
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Aug 25 2008, 05:28 PM
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[Luci edit: Blue Group and Boris' Profile]
All around big bear man things weren’t going good for his pokemon not by the least and he wasn’t taking it well at all. The first, most major and injury that pissed him off the most belonged to none other then Brother. As the bear became a large fireball illuminating the battlefield he ran with an enhanced speed thanks to quick feet into the dark dog that the female trainer had under her control. Brother’s single seismic toss was all the bear needed to use to send the dog into another world to live out his days, he was out of combat for now but so was Brother.
The second belonged to Cerberus who had taken an excessive amount of damage from a sneak attack belonging to a stray Hitmonchan. Somehow the humanoid pokemon had managed to use stealth in order to sneak up on the two dogs delivering a powerful drain punch to the two of them. To the growlithe whom had already taken much damage from Cerberus he had passed onward into the other world with the poochyena, but not Cerberus. Boris’ flaming hound whom was confused was now wandering around aimlessly barely able to stand. All in all this left a single pokemon able to battle, Halibel the Lickitung.
While the pink pokemon had no orders she looked all around to see all of her allies all unable to battle because of their conditions. Slowly the pink pokemon backed her up until she was standing in front of Brother and Leyon with her arms stretched outward in a protecting way. If anyone was going to attempt to attack them while they were already injured she would first attempt to use Me First to intercept/counter the attack or if the attack seemed too powerful she would throw up a Protect as to not take any damage. She hoped that Brother, even though he was barely able to stand, had enough energy to throw off protect too if the time came.
Meanwhile Boris who witnessed maybe only a fraction of the damage that his pokemon had received had gone fully berserk now. His entire mind was devoted into the carnage, destruction, and bloody massacre of the now two people that stood before him. The female one should have been dead she had just barely managed to protect herself, no she didn’t protect herself she had assistance from an outside force a young man had interrupted her and his battle. If it was one thing Boris hated more then a non worthy fighter it was someone who interrupted a fight. Back in Boris country if you interrupted someone’s fight that meant only one thing you would rather take their punishment and that was something Boris didn’t mind.
The skull helm which sat upon the large head of Boris had up until now shielded his eyes from outer sources, all of those who saw the giant man didn’t see the piercing blue eyes that had once shone outward. Now was completely different. Our bear man’s eyes had now changed into a complete yellow which easily radiated outward from the skull very visible to all that looked. Raising his large claymore high into the air with one hand he swiftly brought it back downward after releasing an earth rattling roar filled with both intimidation and challenge. The large sword was now pointed towards the man who had saved the girl.
Ya there cale man ya interrupteded mi baddle an nows ya baddle meeb in da female'z place PER-PARE YOURSELF!’
Quick translation You there cale man you interrupted my battle and now you battle me in the female's place PREPARE YOURSELF!
Grabbing onto the hilt of the sword again with both hands Boris held the sword until it just barely hovered above the ground before charging headfirst at the man. He would get in just enough range before swinging his sword in an upward diagonal swipe. So much force he put behind his swings the bear man made sure that if this guy had even thought about trying to block the attack it could easily deflect his swords out of the way. Either way after the upward slice Boris would follow up with a downward slice straight down.
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Profile Story of the killer
Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.
Equipment: Enchanted Crossbow, Sledge Hammer. Shortsword, Dagger. 18 refs... Killing Krew Murder Count...4 It slowly grows by the day..
lv 8 The Jokester
lv 9 The assistant
lv 19 The Tank
lv 5 The Pretty Boy
lv 13 The Escape Tool
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Violet
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Aug 26 2008, 09:42 PM
Post #54
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Blizzaga's got Nutin' On Dis
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Blue Group
Victoria was not sure what to do. Her Pokemon were falling everywhere. Her poor dogs, they were both unconscious, and now they were feet away from her. She had to get to them. What was this strange man doing? Saving her life, which, if she ever got enough sense in her brain again, she would have to thank him. Until then, however...
"Beno! 'Lando!" she called out, tears starting to stream down her eyes. Now she wanted out so bad, it didn't matter what happened, or how. Her Pokemon were hurt, she needed to get them out, and soon.
There was no way she was going to lose them, not to death.
She took a few steps from the man who had grabbed her, getting a small glance of him, and scrambled for two PokeOrbs. One was Benolo's, but the other had yet to give a Pokemon a home. Orlando was going to be angry, but she preferred him safe in a cage than in danger out here.
And she would only keep him in as long as she needed to.... she didn't need to go on with that thought anymore, she had no time.
Pressing the buttons, she returned Benolo, and hopefully returned Orlando to a new 'home.' If, for whatever reason, Orlando would not go into a PokeOrb (he was unconscious after all), she would scoop him up. She was close enough, right? Hopefully it would collect dust at the bottom of her bag after this. She felt like such a cruel person...
Thibaut had already started towards his Keeper again, his eyes on the Lickitung if she decided to do anything. If she had, he had another Bullet Seed ready for her, or, if that tongue of her's got too close, a Crunch. Hopefully, however he would not have to use either...
Victoria took the moment (after her Pokemon were in their Orbs), to glance over at the girl. Her attention seemed more on the Ponyta screaming bloody murder, but it seemed the girl was finding an escape. Good. Though... how was that happening?
Another thing she should have been more aware of...
Regardless, she started to back up as Boris started to attack the man. He might have needed her help too, but she felt she owed some coverage to the woman. Besides, this man was armored, and she was not.
It was time to start making it over towards the other female.
When she felt safe from another attack, she started to make her way over towards the other, trying to carefully not spook the 'Ponyta.'
This battle was getting out of hand, and, even though she feared for the lives of her parents, she was not all that keen on fighting through this to make it to them.
They would have to settle for a letter... but that was later.
Edited by Violet, Aug 26 2008, 09:42 PM.
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Profile+++Story
SideTracked with Luci ^^
Enrua: this is why we keep you around Cuddlez, only someone as manly as you would know about childbirth
VioRin For the Win!
Thibaut, Lvl. 6 Kenan, Level 7
Benolo, Lvl. 3 Orlando, Level 6
Kane, Lvl. 5
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Lysander
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Aug 28 2008, 08:44 AM
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Group blue
Made it. The sign of relief was in Lysander's eyes as the woman fell upon him, carefully away from the beast of a man. Though the first few words from her mouth were rather strange, and not having to deal with him, he carefully turned his attentuion back to the man with the large girth.
I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this, but I might need you Schneider. His free hand whipped to his belt as the Pokemon materialized right next to him. Alright. I need yout o guard my back Schneider, any other Pokemon whom comes near you'll have have to engage them. I want you to hold off on the flame attacks, unless you feel its absolutely necessary." His Pokemon nodded, as he crotched down on all fours.
Though, he still wasn't used to the flow of battle, he knew what needed to be done. He still shook a little timidly as he gazed around, looking for any Pokemon that might try to fight his Keeper Moving a few steps away.
Meanwhile, Lysander turned his attemtion back to Boris, as he heard him speak to him. " Yup. It's time for you to face a real challenge." He said somewhat playfully, though his face was now serious. His footing was firm, his muscle were now loose and fluid despite the nervousness he felt deep inside. It was time for another battle.
As the man began rushing him, he noticed his large sword began to propel itself upward. Instinctively, Lysander lowered himself in hopes to dodge the attack. If it was successful, Lysander would take a step or two over to the man's right while still in a lowered position. His blade still firm in his hand, he attempted a horizontal slash towards the man's upper thigh.
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Lysander; The Rogue Lion The path towards Enlightenment
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Enruxiel
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Aug 28 2008, 06:22 PM
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Red Group
Azrael’s eyes narrowed in concentration. He searched for an opening, somewhere to slash or stab that would, preferably, be fatal, but failing that an extremely painful blow would suffice. At least, it would be distracting enough for Azrael to try again. He’d rather not directly strike at the skull, or risk trapping his blade in the man’s ribcage somehow, but otherwise… he just needed to make a sufficiently large wound in the flesh, if a fatal strike was not possible…
Neck? Upper leg? Upper arm? Joints? Eyes? Gut?
More than that, though, his priority was to ensure the man didn’t counter somehow – with or without a weapon, he could still be dangerous, and could still have a pokémon ready to attack. He’d use one sword to try to kill the man, while using the other to prevent the man from doing anything to stop Azrael’s attempt. It might be as simple as just knocking the man’s hand away from anything he was reaching for. It might even be painful enough to distract him while Azrael tried to kill him.
If there was the chance to attack two vulnerable spots at once, though, of course Azrael would take it – suddenly having two blades cutting through his flesh would at least temporarily prevent the man from countering, just from the pain. And after any failed attempt, he’d try again as quickly as possible – no need to spend any longer on this kill than he had to.
(( I’d prefer if the electric visored helm was dropped off at a more convenient time. << But if it must be now, then fine. ))
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Profile | Journey | NPC | Alt | Better pokedex | Dragon Cave scroll
Spoiler: click to toggle Gold: 400 Weapons: Longsword (Lightning), Shortsword (Thunder) Defence: Buckler, Leather hat, Small leather pauldron, Leather chestplate, Leather gauntlets, Leather cuisses, Leather greaves  Quarry  Lv 5 Ability: Rock Head, Sturdy Attacks: Mud Sport, Tackle, Harden, Bind, Sandstorm, Rock Tomb, Rock Polish, Stone Edge, Stealth Rock, Rock Slide, Explosion, Block
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Kyori
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Aug 29 2008, 07:43 PM
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Red Group
Lorelei clutched her injured shoulder and hissed in pain, the wound disoriented her enough for her to lose her footing and stumble before falling to her knees. Brighid trotted over, obviously worried about her and all she could do was give her companion a weak smile while gritting her teeth and cursing her stupidity.
Why did she not pay more attention to her surroundings? Concentration on her shooting was a good thing but too much was obviously going to pose a problem; she would have to rectify this soon.
Anger took place of the pain and she tried her best to ignore the wound for the time being. Turning her attention to the archer who was reaching for another arrow, she narrowed her eyes and made her decision then, "Brighid! Fire a Energy Ball at the archer now!"
Shouting out the order while simultaneously pushing herself to her feet, Lorelei went through her options quickly. She had to eliminate the archer for sure but what of his companions? She may only be one person and not that much of a threat but there was always a chance that they would turn their attention towards her. Her best option was to run for cover but that also exposed her back to the enemy. She could also run into other enemies as she made her way to "safety".
Of course should Brighid's attack miss, God forbid, then she would still have to deal with that threat. Having her shoulder damaged like that basically rendered her shooting pointless meaning that Brighid was now most likely her only offense unless she acquired a new weapon.
The arrow itself posed a problem. Ripping it out would worsen the wound but running around with an arrow sticking out of her shoulder was definately not an option. That meant that she needed to snap it off and bind the wound until she got proper medical attention or risk worsening the wound and just pull out the arrow, attempt to clean the wound and then bind it afterwards. The former posed a larger threat of infection with the foreign object in her shoulder but it would not make the wound worse as long as she was careful; the arrow could have been contaminated and even then there was the possibility that it was tipped with poison. The latter option would definately worsen the shoulder wound but it could lessen the chance of infection and if there was poison removing it would definately be better.
Lorelei turned her attention back to Brighid and the archer; if the attack was enough to disable the archer from attacking again in any form, she would flee with Brighid to the cover of the tall grass and bushes and hopefully tend to her wound. If the attack missed or was ineffective, however, she would have Brighid attack again. Either way, she would have to move and crouch down to make herself less of a target. Glancing around, Lorelei tried to see if there were any more imminent threats; if there was, she would most likely have to move and fast.
(I have no idea how she's going to randomly find fire-nunchakus and picking them up might get her killed if someone shoots her >.< Any way that she can get them without have malignant results?)
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Lorelei Enruxiel ~ .:Profile:. .:Story:.
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Lucianna York
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Aug 29 2008, 08:39 PM
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Everyone's favourite Dream Girl
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Blue Group
Lucianna was exhausted. Mentally, her emotions were drained, her willpower sapped and her cognitive processes severely restricted. Physically, her muscles were protesting their dehabilitation, her legs crumbling further and further out of usefulness with each drudging step she took. She's already fallen down twice, and managed on both occasions to bring herself up again, but now she questioned exactly whether she would prove capable on this subsequent endeavour. For all of our Nebbish's tribulations, however, she wasn't degrading her chances of survival, quite subsided from the source of conflict... Dangerous and semantic conflict, at least...
Acker, the austere Hitmonchan, meanwhile, had just knocked out one Pokemon and severely injured another. Contrary to his Cubone ally, the fighting type still pertained a deficit of appreciation for the business of war, save the innate provision of opportunity to test and prove himself. And, though he hardly saw the weaker foes whom fought around him now as worthy opposition, for he was much better suited to actually challenging enemies akin to the Ponyta, Acker still recognised this as a chance to exercise his abilities, and better feel his newly acquired skills as an evolved Pokemon. Something which he still somewhat required growing accustomed to, and would hopefully develop an affinity for.
Lacrima, the final counterpart amid our trio, was much less involved in, well, anything, now that he had completed his task, hoping that his part in this conflict was resolved. He had paid no heed to Luci's motions anymore, for his own conscience's sake, and began moving closer to the horse. He was marvelling at how the ghost seemed to disappear entirely, just as the possession began, and almost soiled himself when the Ponyta jolted, suddenly and unnaturally, into life. His fearful admiration was now at fever point, as he came to accept the idea of how insignificant he was to forces outside of his three dimensions. Though whilst he developed this respect for the Gastly, and the supernatural in general, he also pertained awareness in the comfort of how he had taken the Ponyta down already, and would do it again if necessary... Probably.
Acker, at this point, was recomposing himself, and shooting a glance all around. Most of his foes, and indeed allies, had given up on consciousness, or else were so close to it that they simply wouldn't continue, regrouping or being retreated. By the end of this, there was the grass type, some injured and tired Pokemon who were simply resting, and the Lickitung protecting them. Well, in Acker's mind, that left one foe to address. Of course, the fact that it wasn't making a move, and instead waiting with its arms spread out was worrying, the natural fighter aware that it had to be planning something... And just when he wouldn't have wanted to be distracted, there was a loud, shrill cry, which snapped his attention in the direction of Lucianna.
Our thiefette probably hadn't even heard the noise. For all its volume, tempo and pitch, she was almost entirely out of her senses; she couldn't concentrate on much other than getting her Pokemon into a safe place, hopefully followed by herself thereafter. Her hand had already reached to Lacrima's pokeorb, her eyes able only to see that he was somewhat nearby, and she was about to remove it; return him to his sphere, when the Ponyta appeared in her vision. Having reared its ugly head, both literally and figuratively, she was entirely broken, and letting out a loud, scared yell, fell back onto her bottom, into the probably charred and warm grass. Fortunately, she hadn't actually removed the orb, so it should've remained safe at her side.
Acker watched the girl fall to the floor, now fully aware he needed to do something. Much as he would've gladly rushed in and attacked the Ponyta, he was also painfully aware of that Lickitung, who, although currently stoic, could very well be planning something, or at least change its gameplan to assault him violently. And so the Hitmonchan quickly came to a conclusion on what need be done... He could only hope that the Ponyta wasn't as dangerous as it looked right now, Cubone or Lucianna would be able to take it down, or some deus ex machina would save them. He, naturally, didn't bother reflecting on the fact that he'd thrown rocks at the thing, almost certainly breaking its neck... And so he would attack the Lickitung, so that he could make his speedy retreat, and rescue his tamer. The plan? To break through any counter attempts with as many (Two) Rock Smashes as he could, and then, once he had a clear shot, Drain Punch the being. He was expecting return fire or other shenanigans of some description, but would happily fight through them, knowing his Drain Punch should restore him for his pain. Once he had unleashed that, and finished his fisticuffs with the little beast, it should probably be KO'd. Regardless, he would have to run to Lucianna at that point, and then decide his next course following what happens after that.
Lucianna and Lacrima, as this was happening, however, both did nothing. Luci was too shocked and scared to even move off the floor, all but paralysed at the horrific sight ahead of her, whilst the Cubone was without ideas; he quite honestly didn't know what he was going to do now. He hoped that he and the Hitmonchan could be returned soon, as Gastly-as-Ponyta took Lucianna onto his back, and escorted her for a little joy ride... as far away from the conflicts as possible... What happened then, so long as they were safe, was of no consequence to the Ground type. Well at least the whole team were on the same page somewhere.
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  This Knight made a grand total of 250 daring endeavours, before he had to lay his sword to rest.

 ~Acker Lv 20~ ~Vigeo Lv 1~ ~Lacrima Lv 13~
There's me in any team.
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Aug 31 2008, 12:27 AM
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Green Group
Both men recoiled immediately at the Tauros' commanding presence, drawing away from his girth in fear of the horns that gleamed in the recent sunlight. Neither of them wanted to be on the receiving end of that big guy's attacks.
And fortunately for them they didn't have to be.
Completely ignoring Summer, as he was so often wont to do, the Tauros instead turned his back to the battle and ambled a few feet away, big angular head sniffing at the blades of grass curiously, and hopefully, looking for a patch that smelled particularly good. His tail jerked a little bit and he drew to a halt.
Yes. Yes this would do quite nicely. Without further ado he bowed his neck and began to eat, tugging at the grass with his might teeth, tearing it from its roots with a simple flick of his head.
It was savage, it was base, it was vicious, and yet it was totally non-threatening.
Blinking, and finding that everything seemed to have stopped between the five of them as they waited for Tauros to do something, the men launched themselves back into the fray, the nearest lashing out again with his spear. Summer was prepared for the attack, however, and though she batted the pointed end out of the way, the attacks were coming with an insistence that didn't allow Summer a chance to retaliate, for if she stopped blocking she would surely be speared.
Just behind him, the young woman was lucky to have the archer distracted with her Pokemon. Though the Poochyena was left befuddled without a Pokemon to use Me First on, as it was a move that was only of any use against a Pokemon's attacks, her final Pokemon was chasing the man around, making kissy faces at him, trying desperately to land one wherever the poor thing could. It was keeping him distracted for now, until he decided to shoot the little pest.
Red Group
The dual blades shimmering above the young soldier were a fearsome sight, and just as Azrael found himself stalled in looking for just the right place to attack, so too did the young man find himself panicking, just slightly. He had no weapon, he had no plan, his Pokeorb had fallen from his pocket when he had been jerked off of his horse by inertia; he had nothing.
And with nothing else to fall back on, his mind was left with little more to do than imagine the pain those blades could bring, half-paralyzing him with fear. He wasn't a hardened soldier; he was a farm boy who happened to own a horse. The most frightening thing he had ever done was face down the farm's Arcanine when it had injured itself and he was trying to see what was wrong. War wasn't for him, wasn't his life's goal, wasn't something he enjoyed. His father had pressured him, he had begged to stay home...
He raised his hands and opened his mouth, hoping to beg for his life, but Azrael, focused on a disabling blow, took immediate advantage of the exposure of his armpits and both blades struck out, sinking deep into the soft flesh, cutting through the arteries usually guarded by shoulder and arm and rib, and the boy's body bounced with pain and shock and a soundless gasp took his throat. If Azrael were to withdraw the blades, the bleeding would grow worse, spurting into the grass, and the boy would die from loss of blood far quicker than if he left them in.
Not that the shock of the pain and imminent death hadn't already left him effectively dead to the world.
Nearby, Lorelei's Vulpix turned around in the grass to fix her gaze upon the archer, her tails held high up in anger for the assault on her Keeper. It was a little draining, Energy Ball, but she concentrated, drawing energy from the fresh grass and plants about her, and opened her mouth to let loose another sphere of crackling greenish energy.
As the archer drew back his arrow to release it, the orb struck the middle of the bow, snapping the wood in twain, burning through the bowstring, and slamming against the man's right arm. The arrow flipped wildly in the opposite direction it had been aimed, and with a cry of surprise and pain the man stumbled backwards, clutching at his sizzling, burned arm and glaring at the both of them as Lorelei looked about, trying to find a place to escape to.
Fortuantely for her the area was more or less clear of people, other than a young man behind her stabbing another man on the ground, and the archer before her. The Ponyta was still thrashing and moving about as if it were trying to get to its feet, but otherwise the combatants were all still on the road, fighting it out in the much larger melee.
The grass was tall, but for where it was burnt around the smoldering tree, and the area was covered by vast rolling hills, all of them gradual enough to not offer too much protection, but also not enough to give a significant combat advantage to anyone by differing height. The noise of Vulpix crying an alarm, and the sound of a blade being unsheathed forced her attention back towards the man. His right arm hung limp at his side, and he had drawn a dagger with his left hand. His face was a mask of pain, but still he was charging at them, clearly making Lorelei his target again.
Brighid stood her ground, trying to charge up for another Energy Ball, but after a brief moment's attempt, hard concentration, she stopped, gasping, little chest heaving. The attack was draining, and twice so quickly had her too weak for that one. Were it a fire attack, something she was innately skilled with, maybe, but as it stood...
Blue Group
As the big man rushed forward, bellowing his savage war-cry, Lysander ducked to the ground, leaning just a bit to the right, clearly hoping to slide under the angle of the sword as it arched upwards. His attempts were mis-guided, however, and where a simple back or side-step might have serviced him far more reliably, he instead ended up taking a hit to the shoulder under the eventual attack.
As Boris had planned it, swinging his blade just when it was in range, rather than when he was in range of Lysander, he managed to avoid the other man's counter attack as well, simply by matter of length.
With Boris' blade cutting from bottom to top, avoiding that arc of the slash was difficult as the angle was steep and almost a completely vertical cleave. But Lysander was quick with dropped into a crouch, and rather than being beheaded or losing an arm the blade bit into the armor of his shoulder. Fortunately for him, he had been afforded a full suit of leather armor, and though it didn't stop the blade, it went far in terms of lessening the damage.
Not that it wasn't still agonizingly painful or anything.
The blade ripped the left pauldron from over his shoulder, sending it flying out into the grass, and bit into his shoulder, ripping at skin and muscle and snapping and crunching against bone. Only the way his head was ducked kept him from losing it as the blade bounced from the now open wound of his shoulder and into the air. As Boris had held off his attack until just the edge of his blade was in range, his much longer sword outdistanced Lysander's, and even as he attempted to slash horizontally at his legs, the distance was too great and the sword cut only air.
But Boris was only halfway done.
When his claymore reached the top of its swing, he adjusted its angle and brought it down, faster than merely gravity's way, slamming it down with the hopes of cleaving his opponent in twain. Rather, as Lysander stumbled backwards from the strike and from a base human intuition to run the hell away from the sword, his claymore struck Lysander's blade and knocked it from his grasp and to the ground with a clang and a thump, the tip of his claymore sinking into the soft dirt a good three or four inches, a temporarily demobilization for the man who held it.
Not that Lysander was in much of a position to take too much advantage of it.
Behind him, the light of the young woman's Pokeorbs recalling her Pokemon was vaguely in range of his perception, but no-one truly paid her any mind as she took off towards the other girl; the men had their own fight at the moment, and it was there that the both of them were focused.
Just out of Boris' field of vision, behind his back and to the side, another battle was taking place as the younger girl's Hitmonchan literally jumped into the fray, leveling a stone-crushing punch at the fat form of the Lickitung. As the Fighting-type had predicted, however, Lickitung was in there first, slipping past the first punch and meeting the more lithe creature's stomach with a shockingly similar punch.
Though with much less power than he himself could have generated, of course.
Taking the attack and bearing it with a grin, the Hitmonchan's other fist descended, striking the Normal-type in the head, now that she was near enough to hit so tender a spot. With a cry, and a tiny spurt of blood from where Halibel had bitten her tongue upon impact, she stumbled backwards, waving her arms in an attempt to reach up and cover her face. They weren't quite long enough, and it really only resulted in her looking absolutely ridiculous. There was just no way such tiny little arms could reach all the way up to that forehead...
Right fist glowing green once more, Hitmonchan wasted not a second before stepping in quickly and slamming his fist against the Pokemon's considerable stomach, driving it deep. A green glow surrounded her briefly, a physical manifestation of the life being drawn from her body, before it all coalesced upon Hitmonchan's fist and was absorbed, restoring what little damage he had taken.
As Halibel crumpled to the ground in an unconscious heap, Hitmonchan leaped backwards, turning as he landed to start back towards his Keeper and that abominable Fire-type.
Meanwhile, that abominable Fire-type calmed himself a little bit, turning bodily so that its broken neck could peer down at Lucianna, unrealizing of just how unholy evil it looked with its eyes glowing faintly, flickering a little as if there were flames within it, as well as without it. "Is she quite alright?" he asked, completely cordially, glancing over at the Cubone curiously, perhaps a trifle concernedly.
Ah, bless his no longer beating heart.
[Lysander's left shoulder broken.] [Lysander bleeding heavily.] [Lysander's left pauldron removed.] [Halibel KOed] [Halibel gained 2.25 Exp] [Orlando gains belated 2.65 Exp]
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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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Enruxiel
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Aug 31 2008, 06:06 PM
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Azrael was only too eager to remove his swords from the enemy’s body, and let him die quickly. He’d managed a fatal blow, and it didn’t appear that the soldier was in any condition to attack. He looked down at the man, his expressionless gaze meeting the man’s fear-filled eyes. If the man’s thoughts were coherent enough to look back and see Azrael’s face, he’d likely see that his death meant absolutely nothing to the soldier who killed him. If anything, Azrael’s eyes would only show contempt for an enemy soldier.
If this person was truly just a boy from a farm, he, perhaps, was not as deserving of death. It was merely his lack of intelligence, perhaps, that made him think he could march against better-trained soldiers. Still, he had ultimately advanced into Caledonia. He was trying to cut off Caledonia’s food supplies. He was trying to kill Caledonians, and most likely would not have only gone after fighters if everything went as he’d planned. That would have severely weakened Caledonia’s fighting force, and undoubtedly it would be the civilians who would starve. It would ruin Caledonia completely, and Azrael couldn’t allow that.
And he had helped one of Azrael’s allies get captured.
Merely because of that, even if Azrael could have cared about him otherwise, Azrael had no empathy for the boy. If it had been any other situation, he would consider this an unfortunate but necessary price to pay for the war. But the boy was no innocent.
He wasn’t worth the precious few seconds of attention Azrael gave him beyond securing his death.
Then Azrael looked for the pokéorb to recall the ponyta in. He thought he’d heard that the fallen enemy’s pokéorb had fallen away from him, so Azrael didn’t bother to search his corpse. Instead, Azrael looked for it on the ground. If he couldn’t quickly find the pokéorb, however, he’d have to kill the ponyta to ensure his own safety, with a lethal strike on the neck.
He’d also avoid going in front of the ponyta, which should lessen the chance that it would attack him, if only slightly. If by some chance the pokéorb was in front of the ponyta, he’d try to retrieve it quickly and recall the ponyta, and be ready to dive and roll out of the way. If he managed to recall it, he’d attach the pokéorb to his belt.
It was only after he finished that Azrael would have the free time to look at the person who helped him, and see what position she was in. Her situation when he looked would determine his actions.
If she had everything covered, he’d leave her to it. He would only get in her way otherwise. He’d instead take the time to make sure his latest kill was actually dead or immobilised and dying, and if not, he’d go for another fatal strike. If it was safe to leave the person, Azrael would try to quickly wipe his blade on the person’s clothing, if there was any sufficiently clean cloth. He wasn’t done yet, and it wouldn’t be nearly good enough anyway, but he might as well. He had forgotten to buy the necessary kits to take care of his swords, so he’d have to do that as soon as possible, and he’d remind himself of that.
If she needed the help, though, Azrael would make his way to intercept the man as quickly as he could to try to kill him. With his two weapons, both of greater length than the dagger, he ought to have the advantage even if the man wasn’t injured. The man’s pain only made it more likely for Azrael to win, unless desperation became a major factor. He’d use the advantage to make another fatal strike as soon as possible. That was his preferred method of fighting, as it was so much more efficient. But as before, he wouldn’t focus solely on the fatal blow, and would take the opportunities as they presented themselves.
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