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| ¤Ozan[Adm] | Sun Aug 21, 2011 2:59 pm Post #16 |
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At first, the hippogryff had some difficulty bearing the armored Ozan in the air. After a few seconds, though, it adjusted its flight and brought the anti-mage up nearly vertical toward the Longsword. Ozan pulled hard to the right, forcing the animal to align itself behind Thakis and her mount. Ammunition whizzed past them, grazing both rider and mount, but most potentially direct hits impacted on Thakis' cavalry-shield before they would have reached him. As they approached the humongous battleship, the catapult barrage quickly faded into a loose cloud of arrows. Ozan's hippogryff screeched as countless arrowheads cut across its wings and flanks. Ozan himself was unharmed thanks to his armor, but the barrage had scratched lines into the steel. The bird-horse landed hard on the deck, almost berserk from the pain of an arrow in its foot. Ozan dismounted, letting the beast tear into a group of crewmembers that were maintaining the forward sails. Thakis charged on her mount, sweeping her bastard sword into crowds of soldiers to drive them off. "You really thought you could take me down with this?!" she roared at them. "Even you, Anderson?! Don't think I don't recognize you!" Their hesitation allowed for an opening; the Guard-Captain's mount swept at them with its claws, leaving superficial slashes that made them flee for the time being. Ozan quickly joined up with Vyse to help disable some of the sharpshooters. The anti-mage unclipped his heavy mace from his hip. He hefted it into a strange grip, putting one hand just below the flanged head and another further down. This allowed him to use the butt of the weapon as a bludgeon, cracking soldiers in the arms or legs with it.
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| Ezekial Smith | Thu Aug 25, 2011 12:20 am Post #17 |
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Ezekial looked up at the giant ship, and walked to a nearby griffin. He placed a hand on the animal's neck, an old male. Unlike the others, he was a curiosity in that rather than having the body of a lion, he had the body of a melanistic jaguar. The male blinked once, his beak open in what appeared to be almost a smile. It seemed to be curious at this man, so wrinkled with age unlike the rest of his comrades. They were a fitting duo, the old griffin flecked with gray, and the old elf similarly flecked. Ezekial mounted the griffin quickly, and shouted a command he remembered from an old friend. "Pesade, ho!" Obviously the griffin knew this command as well, for it rose onto its hind legs for a moment, and spread its wings wide, catching the sun for a split second. It pushed off from the ground while flapping its wings, and rose into the air with the ease of an adept. Looking up, Ezekial tugged lightly on the reins and the griffin understood succinctly what was required of him. It shifted directions until it was flying almost directly upwards, and dodged a faraway shot that came once it had left the sanctuary of the barrier. Fortunately, it moved so quickly that the two did not need to worry much about oncoming projectiles except in the rarest of cases. They zipped to a distance above the ship, putting themselves between the ship and the sun. With the sun on their backs, anyone who was trying to attack them would most likely fail. Somewhat safe in this knowledge, they flew directly to the ship, always sure to stay between the ship and the blazing sun. Once they neared, a lucky shot zipped past Ezekial's ear, and he tugged the reins in such a way that the griffin rolled to the side, still moving forward at a quick velocity. It got closer and closer, and the fired arrows got nearer and nearer to their marks when the griffin shifted into a landing position. It spread out its wings to slow down, and landed heavily on an armored soldier, slamming him to the ground and very likely killing him. The other soldiers jumped back, they were scanning the ground for others, not watching above them. They foolishly assumed that the skies above them were safe. Ezekial jumped from the griffin's back, and it flew off to coast on thermals until the battle was over. Battles were for the young, and apparently, this strange old man. Certainly not for it. Ezekial drew a sword and stepped forward to the first soldier, the blade coursing in a quick stream, leaving behind a red brook. The guards stepped forward to him, and he shook away his sleeve from his left hand, and he whispered an incantation. "Go go gadget gloves." Like a flash, the once leather of his gloves were replaced by steel plates, and he released the handle of his blade with his left hand, leaving it free to act. His face was grim, considering the course of events that he would surely be forced to take. No matter, this was his move, and he would play it to checkmate. Whether it would be his or the challenger's remained to be seen. |
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