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| Horváth | Mon Mar 21, 2011 11:38 pm Post #16 |
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Horvàth's frown soured as Philip began to list off reasons against following the order he had just been given. If there was one thing the vampire hated, it was when humans of all creatures saw fit to dictate to him - if it wasn't for the fact that Philip was one of his more reliable guards in terms of skill, he'd probably have just snapped his neck then and there for the sake of simplicity. "However, sir, I would remind you of the combined skills of the men we have available here. These guards are not ideally equipped for such a circumstance. You have two level-headed, ready men, whom it would be essential to send on such an excursion for it to have a chance of success, and perhaps one or two others with moderate tracking skills. Even if we are successful in tracking the werewolf and holding her at bay, our departure would leave you guarded by individuals with limited abilities. I am concerned for your safety." The human seemed ignorant of the fact that Horvàth honestly could not have cared less how many of the men were killed in the attempt - they were as replaceable as they were foolish after all. That was good; as long as they never realised just how expendable they were, then intimidation and gold would keep the men in line and obedient. This was seemingly proven when Philip nevertheless waved over Rigel and the other guards, who mounted up and awaited confirmation for the order to pursue. Knowing that the death of someone capable of taking on the form of the wolf was beneficial for everyone - both his instincts as a vampire and his role as a nobleman demanded he do whatever he could to destroy her - Horvàth had no intention of belaying the order he had given. "If you wish to allow excessive caution - some might say cowardice - to govern your actions, then so be it." he said to Philip as he climbed up onto his horse, "You can explain your reasoning to a distraught mother when that beast savages her children." He kicked his horse in the sides, breaking into a run with the other guards without waiting to see if Philip joined them. As they charged towards the assassin's location they witnessed her transforming from her wolf form back into that of a little girl - which appeared to be the default form rather than a disguise - and Horvàth drew his sword, holding it up in a defensive stance as the horses closed the distance between them. As the hooves thundered on the ground, the girl suddenly burst out into the form of a large, black Pegasus - in an instant there was chaos amongst Horvàth's horse and those of his guards. Despite being broken and trained to charge into any situation regardless of noise or danger, the horses practically skidded to a halt at the sight of the Pegasus; two of them even reared up and threw their riders to the ground. The vampire lord managed to just about keep his horse from doing the same, but was forced to back several feet away from the dangerous winged black steed in order to get his horse calm enough to not bolt then and there. Sliding off the mount, Horvàth took a few steps forward towards the Pegasus, remaining just outside of the beast's wingspan. He still had his sword gripped in his hand, ready to raise it if attacked, but otherwise remained stoic and bitter-faced in the face of the shapeshifting oddity before him. "You've been a fool, girl." he said loudly, but the aristocrat in him refused to let him sink to full-blown shouting, "But do not take this personally. It is our duty as humans to protect mankind from beasts like you. Stand down, and I shall make it quick." |
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| Gaimen Tal | Wed Mar 23, 2011 4:30 am Post #17 |
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Philip had expected that an extended chase through the forest on horseback would be necessary to track and pin down the werewolf, and the other guards had assumed the same. They had been quick to hear Rigel's call, immediately and eagerly readying the horses to follow in pursuit. "If you wish to allow excessive caution - some might say cowardice - to govern your actions, then so be it." Horváth said to Philip as he climbed up onto his horse, "You can explain your reasoning to a distraught mother when that beast savages her children." Horváth's insult did not faze Philip even slightly. Instead he felt empty at Horváth's words, and bore a bewildered expression. Should he not feel upset, to receive such an insult? Or concerned, perhaps, that he might lose his job? Or angry, that his employer was so reckless? Philip was unsure. He was at a loss as to how to respond to Horváth without some guidance from his emotions, and was forced instead to consider the matter logically. Philip recognized that Horváth disapproved of his decisions and considered him a coward. On the other hand, Philip considered Horváth to be impulsive, irresponsible, and inconsistent. He operated primarily upon logic, intelligence, and common sense, whereas Horváth was an emotional man who allowed his instincts and passions to drive his actions and decisions. Philip conceded that he and Horváth were poorly compatible as master and servant. But servant Philip was, at least for the time being, and so he mounted the horse provided for him and followed Horváth (whom he had not expected to join the chase). They did not travel far beyond the ruin before the woman lost her shape and fell, rolling some distance over the ground. Such was the guards' shock at the woman's blunder that they hesitated as they drew to a halt; uncertain what action to take next. Those who had seen her fight and change her shape also knew how dangerous she was, and were reluctant to approach her. They had not the time to waste, for in seconds the woman transformed into yet another form; a great black pegasus. Philip thought. How were they to corner such a beast? As a winged horse the girl could take off at a run, trample them all while incuring hardly a scratch, and escape to the air in moments. Philip watched in shock as Horváth dismounted and approached the beast. Such foolishness! The guards were in no way holding the pegasus at bay, and Philip judged that she could easily strike Horváth down. "You've been a fool, girl," Horváth said loudly. " But do not take this personally. It is our duty as humans to protect mankind from beasts like you. Stand down, and I shall make it quick." What was Horváth thinking? Philip quickly cantered his horse over to the archer, who was sitting nearby upon his mount. "Target her and fire!" he shouted. A pegasus was a much easier target to hit than a little girl or a running wolf, perhaps the man would hit what he aimed at this time. He then ordered one of the guards, who fought with a spear, to give his weapon to Rigel (who would make better use of it, with his superior skill). Rigel immediately brought the rest of the guards forward alongside Horváth, using the spear to attack the beast from a distance while the other guards held up their swords to keep it back. The horses were nearly useless, so Philip approached several of them and untied their reins from their bridles. He buckled the reins together end-to-end, and then looped the length of leather to form a lasso. Quietly he circled round, allowing Rigel and the others to attempt to draw the pegasus's attention away from him, and passed by the beast near its hind feet. Daringly, he threw the leather lasso towards the beast's hind legs, attempting to capture one of its feet. |
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| Rimmon Mikayles | Wed Mar 23, 2011 7:31 pm Post #18 |
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As the men drew closer, she spread her wings out and kept rearing so that they would stay away from her. She was glad to see that most of them were keeping their distance, but when the nobleman walked up and said that she’s been a fool... She started stamping her front hooves on the ground, making mini jumps toward him to see if he’d back off at all. However, when he withdrew his sword, she backed off again, knowing it wasn’t a good idea to fight a sword in this form. Her eyes were wide open, showing the whites on the outermost part of her eyes. When he said to stand down and that he’d make it quick, right then and there she decided to give flying a try. The thing she hated most was being trapped, and these men were doing a pretty good job of making her feel trapped. As her mind raced, her movements started to show that she was becoming very frightened. They would have to put up with letting her go; because there was no way that she would stand down so easily. She started flapping her wings down, trying to get into the air, but all she was doing was making the area windy. However, it was then that all the guards held up their swords and closed in on her, one holding a spear. She backed up a little bit, but that was when she suddenly felt something around one of her back legs. She immediately bucked and kicked her rear hooves at whoever it was behind her. She didn’t notice very much detail right now, since she was so discombobulated from her fear of enclosed spaces. She just kept bucking in every direction, but when she felt something pierce through her shoulder, she let out a scream, even with her Pegasus vocal chords, and involuntarily shapeshifted back to her child form. As soon as she was back in her child form, she grabbed her dagger, not even thinking about the arrow in her shoulder. If somebody were to grab the arrow, she would realise what had pierced through her shoulder right away, and would attack whoever grabbed the arrow with her dagger. If nobody grabbed at the arrow, she would immediately try to cut the leather lasso with her dagger. She didn’t think it was going to work very well, but it was worth trying. If anybody tried stopping her, she would immediately turn on them and attack. Her mind was not as clear as it was before, so she was even less likely to get away. If Philip was able to pin her down, she would attempt to shapeshift into her adult demon form(this one was her natural alternate form), but so long as the arrow was in her shoulder causing pain, she wouldn’t be able to. All the while, the only noise anyone would hear from her was her frustrated screams because of the arrow in her shoulder, and the men trapping her. She was mainly distracted from the lasso around her leg and the arrow in her shoulder, so she wasn’t even aware of the spear that one of the men held. It was obvious that it would take a lot more effort than usual to take this child down. Her endurance feat definitely took part in this. |
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| Horváth | Thu Mar 24, 2011 1:15 pm Post #19 |
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Horvàth's scowl turned into a smirk as he saw the beast before him was beginning to panic. As Rigel and the other guards moved up to protect their lord's flanks, Horvàth watched as Philip raced around to the other side of the Pegasus and tried to lasso the creature's hind legs; it almost worked as well, but upon contact with the lasso the horse began bucking and kicking madly. Determined to put an end to the farce, Horvàth raised a clenched fist to the mounted archer - the guard was already aiming a shot, but nodded an acknowledgement of the silent command before releasing the arrow. The bolt made a direct hit on the beast's upper leg which prompted it to transform back into the form of the little girl - the act almost seemed to be one of reflex more than anything else. The vampire did not mind, of course - the wound looked all the more lethal in that form. He did not have long to appreciate the turn of advantage in their favour, however, as the girl began to madly cut at the lasso Philip still held onto, trying desperately to free herself from it. "Enough." Horvàth hissed, as he stepped forward and raised his sword to stop her; immediately she turned on him and began to attack. The dual advantage of years of experience and not being wounded like his opponent allowed Horvàth to deflect her blows with a few flicks of his blade. As it became more and more obvious that the girl was losing focus, Horvàth seemed to draw on that weakness as a source of strength - with every strike that cost her another piece of concentration, so too did every parry grant the vampire an injection of strength. Feeding on the weakness of others was a trait that could not be better defined than by a vampire - it was in their very nature. After all, what else is draining someone's blood if not a literal method of feeding on them? As his eyes widened, the vampire continued to toy with her - granted, the fight would probably have been more balanced were she not also having to cope with someone trying to pin her down by the legs and an arrow in the shoulder, but that didn't mean Horvàth couldn't enjoy it. However, after a flurry of blows, Horvàth decided that the charade had gone on long enough - it was time to end the dance of combat once and for all. With a hiss, the vampire attempted to knock aside her dagger-hand and thrust forward to stab her in the stomach. What the vampire failed to realise, however, was that should the girl move just a small amount to either side, his blade would into contact not with her flesh, but the rope keeping her pinned down to one spot. |
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| Rimmon Mikayles | Tue Apr 5, 2011 2:48 am Post #20 |
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The girl was determined to leave this place alive. Her eyes were locked on his sword as he kept slashing down at her. A couple of times, the blade managed to slice at her skin, leaving cuts on her legs and upper arms. She could only use her dagger and bracers to protect herself, so she did just that, being able to knock his blade out of the way if it were to get too close to her chest. The lasso around her leg felt like it was getting tighter and tighter by the second, and it made her jump and freeze for a moment when he suddenly stopped slashing his sword at her. This small moment allowed for her to see exactly what it was he was doing now. It wasn’t a very long moment, but at least now her eyes were a bit clearer, so she was able to see more of what the vampire was doing. She failed to react quickly enough when he moved to knock her dagger out of her hand, and watched as her dagger went flying. Not even a second later, she saw her life flash before her eyes when he sword suddenly came down to the ground. She somehow managed to move to the side a bit, and after the sword passed by her small figure, she felt the lasso loosen greatly. She didn’t hesitate to get up and release her leg from the lasso. She ran toward where her dagger had been thrown, but stopped immediately when the guards blocked her from grabbing it. She then reached up to the arrow with her hand, and moved around within the circle of guards, making sure to stay clear of the lasso. She yelped when one of them hit the arrow, causing an explosion of pain from her shoulder, which seemed to echo to the rest of her body as well. She kept one hand on the arrow, and then looked over at her dagger, stretching her hand out to it. She kept whispering, “Come on... return to me, dagger... Come on...” and while she was doing this, the dagger started to wiggle and slowly move across the ground back toward her, where she now stood in the circle. |
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