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| Two Scholars and a Shadow [P GRP]; [P] Caz and Prissy | |
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| Persona | Tue Jan 17, 2012 12:24 am Post #16 |
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Moto felt pain through out his body as the black mist slowly went out of the cracks in his Spirit-Body, he saw his allies down below and quickly found a way to the street, and by finding it he slipped on the roof and took a rather bad tumble to the ground, his body was sore and he felt as if he needed to sleep for days, the cracks on his body got slightly larger from the rough jostling, he slowly got up to make sure he hadn't broken anything, he felt his side and knew immediately a few ribs were cracked at the very least, or at least where his ribs should be he felt a shooting pain, he wasn't even sure he had bones, but they hurt nonetheless. He stood up and walked out from the small yard next to a house, he could see his allies a bit farther down the road, he followed after them quickly, his side still in pain causing him to move at no more then a jog, he grimaced as he balanced the spear on his right hip, away from his wound, and proceeded to mostly use the tip as a poor slashing weapon and the haft to bash heads, he needed to be healed, but he didn't know how to use healing magic without the right Persona but he couldn't tap in Orpheus' healing powers, he would have to remedy this as soon as possible. He kept his pace quick and was somewhat relieved that he was almost caught up, he saw the woman that had lead the armored men a few yards away, he made a short limping run to her and spoke quickly, "The creature is gone and the other road is free, if a few troops slip out to the side they can harass our foes from the allies and lead them around causing them to lose any organization they have, it'll become a full route for this street and we should make it to the bridges faster, that is only my suggestion though, your troops your orders, I'll try to get to the front lines and help out where I can." Moto rememebered the fact that his face was still cracked and leaking the black mist, he probably looked like some kind of monster or night terror with his black eyes and white irises, a cracked face with a black mist leaking out, he put his hand out to stop her, "I'll explain the face thing at a later date, once we destroy the bridges and save Striberg." He went off into another limping run, holding his spear tight as it became a blade, the spear would prove to be useless soon, he needed to fight with only a single arm, and this way he had some strength in his blows instead of clumsy attacks with the spear, he grimaced as the pain only seemed to get worse, but he fought on, only using the minimal amount of strength needed to distract enemies so his allies could finish them off, his blade was just flickering steel as his wrist movements sent enemies into short parrying frenzies, only to be impaled by a sword or spear from the side, Moto chuckled as he pressed forward, at this rate Striberg would be saved. |
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| Priscilla | Wed Jan 18, 2012 1:19 am Post #17 |
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Priscilla followed after the young mage at a noticeably slower pace, not wasting the concentration it would take to supercharge her own circulatory system and speed up her body. Instead she followed in Caz's footsteps, finishing off any enemies that the girl had not already killed. She completed the task with the same cold and brutal efficiency she would use to complete a troublesome experiment, ending the barbarian soldiers as quickly as possible. She knew better than to pity their foes. These men had attacked the city of Striberg with no warning whatsoever, killing soldiers and citizens alike in their siege of the iceberg metropolis. Every one of the invading soldiers she put down made the city a little safer for everyone. Every time she crushed a man's throat a little more blood was added to her armor, strengthening her defenses and helping to combat the anemia that threatened to rend her useless in the battle. The arcane scholar watched the student as she scrambled over a ruined building in a burst of speed, although she did not follow immediately. Instead she stepped into line with Roland and his men, fighting alongside the soldiers. Although she could not match the reach of her glaives, her blood-based defenses gave her an edge the Istani men could not match. They had to be wary of the short, heavy blades of the barbarians, while Priscilla could move forward with almost nothing to fear from the weapons. For every blow that managed to knock a chink in her armor she managed to incapacitate one of the invading brutes, smashing in their skulls with the globe of hardened blood or freezing their circulatory system with a harsh jab. A few minutes of fierce combat was all it took to drive the White Queen's forces into a momentary retreat, sending the line of enemies falling back. Roland barked out a command to his men to hold their current position, the Istanis breathing heavily and holding their bladed polearms in front of them protectively. Each of the men had been cut at least half a dozen times, their blood flowing freely. Priscilla glanced back as Moto approached, listening to the youth's plan while keeping one eye focused on their enemies. Roland nodded shortly, showing his agreement with the swordsman's plan. The veteran's approval was all that she required. "Alright! Roland, give me one of your men. The rest of you, keep them from pushing into the city again." The soldier nodded and gestured to his second-in-command, a young man named Pal that had obstinately refused to speak with her during the entire journey north. When under orders he seemed more than willing to obey, following Prscilla as she dashed down an alleyway towards the the street where Caz was. She quickly explained the plan to the student, then gestured for Pal to lead the way. The soldier quickly ran towards the outer edge of the city so they could sneak past the buildings and attack the White Queen's forces from the side, catching them in a pincer maneuver. |
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| Ari | Wed Jan 18, 2012 10:06 pm Post #18 |
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Caz nodded earnestly at Priscilla's explanation. From what she understood, they would move around some of the side streets and flank the forces pouring in from the ice bridges leading to that strange castle in the distance. Didn't seem too hard considering how effective it would be. All of the brutish foreigners would scramble into chaos, allowing them to pick off their enemies easier. Once the Istani soldier started leading the way, Caz followed. She was easily able to keep pace with the trained warrior thanks to Vee's helpful spell. They found their way to the outermost edge of the city: a narrow walkway behind all the buildings, only a few feet between their back walls and the sharp dropoff of the city iceberg. No one was here -- probably because it was a bit scary -- allowing them to easily round around the edge of Striberg and set up their pincer. Caz looked up to check on her bloodied golem, which was clattering from rooftop to rooftop still in peak condition. That was the great thing about artificial companions; they never got tired. The group emerged from the cover of the buildings into a more open area of the city. Before the attack, this place was often used for large trade ships to load and unload their goods. Now the docks were destroyed, replaced by huge sheets of ice connected to that distant castle. And in the clearing was a huge group of enemies. The small army mostly consisted of foreigners like those they had fought in the streets earlier, but it was also supplemented by seven-foot-tall suits of armor covered in arcane runes. Caz gave Vee's tunic a light tug with one hand and poked Moto with her staff to make sure she got her attention and they heard her small voice. "Animated armors," she whispered. "Nothing inside them." She stayed within the cover of the narrow walkway until Pal or someone else gave the word for them to strike the White Queen's flanks. |
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| Persona | Sat Jan 21, 2012 1:34 am Post #19 |
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Moto fought with the main force and let the small group go off to the side, even wounded, battered, and bruised, Moto fought on with the soldiers, doing the best he could to fight alongside them. His side felt only worse as he strained his body beyond what he should have, though it was not in vain, for he and the troops soon found themselves at the docks and the massive ice bridges that let the troops cross from the castle. He looked around and saw his allies arriving from a side street, he saw them walking closer and decided to look at the enemy forces, try to get an understanding of their size and possible strengths, only to hiss in pain as he as poked in the spot where he had fallen. He looked to Caz to hear her explain what the armors were, animated armors, he grimaced as he realized they would have no specific place to thrust a blade into to kill, they would need to be dismantled... or perhaps something else with magic could disrupt them. He felt a bit of panic in his mind that they might be beaten by nothing more then walking armors, his spear and sword would do nothing against it and in his current state he was in no way useful in a fight, if only he had healing power, if only he could fight at full strength. He felt the call of another Persona, one he had never heard of, one that was new to him, it spoke to his mind 'Do you wish for power to save everyone? The power to heal your allies and strike down all of your foes that deserve death? Then call my title, for I have no name to give, call for me now!' Moto grimaced as he spoke slowly, the name was in chinese but thanks to the spell Orpheus had on him so he could talk to the people of Imythess it translated it for him, "The Nameless Warrior." He felt the new power surge into his hands, twisting and warping the spear he used. The spear's haft became ivory white with intricate lightning designs going up and down the shaft. Just before the spearhead is a long red cloth with designs of snowflakes, and finally the spearhead, it's broader then a normal spearhead and made of icy blue mithril, giving it the ability to slash, but thin enough that it can still be used as good thrusting and throwing weapon. He felt healing magic wash over his wounds, stitching them back together and repairing his broken bones and cracked skin. He pointed the spear towards his allies as the persona started to take form over his body, it was that of a young boy, he could not have been more then fourteen years old, his eyes had a fierce determination to them while his face was rounded, he was very much a child. He spoke to his allies as he listened to the boy speak to his mind, telling him about the Divine Beast Spear that he now had, "This is the Divine Beast Spear, touch the spearhead and it will grant you healing, but this can only be done before we start fighting again, please if you are injured touch it and be healed, we must start the fight soon." He held it out waiting for those who were injured to touch it, this spear would give him all of the advantages he needed, he just had to wait for the battle plan and the orders to charge. |
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| Priscilla | Sat Jan 21, 2012 6:58 pm Post #20 |
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Priscilla allowed some of her bloody armor to melt away, sucked back into the various wounds across her body and returning a healthy flush to her cheeks. The defenses would activate if she needed them again, and it had grown too difficult to concentrate with her head bounding and her lungs aching. She shook her head when Moto offered them his glowing spear, making sure not to touch its surface. If her wounds healed over now it would be more difficult to manipulate her blood, which seemed like a poor decision given the situation they were in. The marine area in front of them was full of enemies, the hulking brutes and morally challenged mercenaries that made up the monarch's army mulling about and waiting for their turn to rush into the city. Even more worrisome were the large suits of armor that walked amongst them. Although the thought of enemies large enough to wear the metal suits was frightening enough, Caz quickly pointed out that they were fueled py magic instead of any mortal being. Priscilla squinted, catching a glimpse of the runes scrawled onto the armor. "You're right. Those things will be dangerous. Stay away from them unless you think you have a way to break them open." She grinned as she spoke, curling her hands into fists and reforming the balls of hardened blood around them. She had yet to meet the suit of armor that could stand up to her attacks. Pal turned and gestured shortly at her, nodding his head towards the main street they had split off from. Priscilla peered out around the walkway they hid behind, grinning as she heard an Istani warcry from that direction. It appeared as if Roland and his men had found a contingent of Striberg guards to swell their numbers. The desert warriors fought alongside the copper-masked guards like they had been training together for years, fighting as a cohesive unit. They were not the only ones who noticed the appearance of the city's defenders. The gathered soldiers in the docks began to move towards the disturbance, unsheathing weapons and screaming out a challenge in their thick, foreign tongue. Priscilla held a hand up to keep her own small force from charging into the fray, watching the enemy's movements with a fierce expression. Only when none of the gathered enemies were facing them did she point forward, leading the charge herself as she dashed across the open space. They had almost reached the enemy forces before they noticed the approaching danger. Priscilla dodged past the spear of a mercenary before smashing his face in, angling straight towards the nearest golem. She wasted as little strength as possible getting to the construct, deflecting or redirecting attacks instead of incapacitating their enemies. As soon as she reached one of the looming golem she sprang up, wrapping her legs around its breastpiece. She drew both hands up into the air, focusing on the blood in her arms. Instead of increasing her heartrate, she took direct control of her limbs with haemokinesis, bolstering her strength far beyond what her physical body was capable of. When she brought her hands down on the golem's head it crushed the helm entirely, sending the scrap metal falling to the ground. She continued to pummel the construct's metal body with both hands, her enhanced strength and blood-coated hands slowly crumpling the armor and destroying it entirely. |
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| Ari | Sat Jan 21, 2012 7:28 pm Post #21 |
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Erin sheepishly approached, a little unsure of this sudden and strange change. But it seemed legitimate anyway, and she'd love to be able to talk better again. The runic mage reached out and touched her fingertip against the sharp tip of the Divine Beast Spear. Almost instantly she felt the healing magic wash through her body. The dark, ugly bruises on her throat dissipated, and all of her little scraped and aches faded away like they had never been there. Once she felt like she was back at one-hundred percent health, Caz smiled and took her hand away. "Thanks, Moto!" she chirped. Priscilla led the charge. The Istani was truly a ferocious fighter that commanded respect, and for a few seconds Caz could only stare at her brutal opening and subsequent destruction of one of the bigger magicked armor suits. Then, in her normal voice: "Okay, golem. Try to avoid those suits of armor; I don't think you can hurt them. Focus on the squishy ones." The alchemical golem pounced into the fray, shredding warriors with its metal claws and tearing chunks of flesh with its teeth. Caz herself was hesitant to join the battle, but her inner stores of mana were recovering. Soon enough she'd be able to summon one more golem or two to help with the push. |
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| Persona | Thu Jan 26, 2012 4:58 am Post #22 |
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Moto grinned as a few men went forward to touch the spear and be healed, even Caz healed herself just before the battle started. He nodded to the young mage and charged after the istani woman, he could see her cutting through everything and knew the forces would try to surround her, but he wouldn't let that happen. He brought the haft of his spear onto the shoulders and skulls of his foes, never stopping to kill, only stun his foes so the forces only moments behind them allowing them to stomp them into the ground. He looked back to the istani woman and saw the woman simply crush a suit of armor like it was nothing. Moto admired the woman's strength and switched from using the haft to start using the spear's real power, he spun around in a short circle as he dragged the spear head across the ground, flicking it rapidly up to send shards of ice into the enemy forces around him. He leaped forward as he searched for the munitions used for the catapults and other flammable supplies, he rushed around the battlefield as he killed his foes in his search. He looked behind him to see his allies, it was becoming a complete rout for their enemies, they just weren't prepared for this little strategy. Though he was stirred from his recollection by a rather large suit of armor with an odd word on it's helmet, it was in some kind of arcane language, he just didn't have the knowledge of it. The armor started to lumber forward, bringing forth a large steel ball connected by a length of chain, it was easily ten feet long, simply being tapped by it would cause horrific damage. He clicked his tongue and did as he did before to create the icicle spikes, they were ineffective as they shattered against the armor, Moto grimaced as he saw the armor start to spin the ball and chain over it's head, gaining momentum for it's attack. He grimaced as he started to run to the side, hoping it was to slow to follow him, only for it to stop it's spinning to slam it straight down at him, missing him by only a hair's breadth and cracked the area he had just been standing on. He grimaced as he thought of what kind of destructive power it would have if the ball and chain ever got to max speed, it needed to be killed now. He readied his spear to charge, he would have to find someway to win, even if it meant dying in the process. |
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| Priscilla | Fri Jan 27, 2012 12:02 am Post #23 |
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Priscilla forced herself to split her awareness, half of her mind rifling through possible tactics even as she used her armored fists to pound the golem into slag metal. Their surprise attack had been successful, but that did not mean they were in the clear yet. They were greatly outnumbered by the White Queen's forces and no amount of clever fighting could make up for that. Even more worrisome was the fact that their enemies still had a clear path for reinforcements to reach the marine area. The icy bridge that led from the frozen palace to the Striberg iceberg would have to be removed if they were to be victorious, but Priscilla personally had no way to destroy the structure. Her skills would provide more useful here, in the thick of battle. Although the invading monarch herself was a powerful magician, very few of the soldiers in her army could make the same claim. That meant that she had very little to fear from arcane attacks blasting apart her crystallized blood. The gathered barbarians, mercenaries, and golems would be hard-pressed to damage her. All of these thoughts flashed through her mind as she destroyed the golem, ignoring the impact of blows on her back. Blood flowed out of the wounds as soon as they broke the skin, forming rough patches and spikes that made attacking her more difficult and dangerous. When Priscilla rose from the ruined pile of scrap metal that had been a complex arcane construct only minutes before, looking around for any sign of the other Academy-trained mage in her group. From what she had seen earlier, Caz could summon powerful golems. One of the elemental creatures might have the necessary strength to break the bridge and cut their enemies off from any assistance, the first and most pivotal step in their victory. However, before she could bark an order for the woman to proceed she heard a warning shout from behind her. Priscilla turned to see another one of the giant golems standing behind her, both its arms raised up in the air. Instead of normal fists it had giant, mace-like balls at the end of each limb, bristling with spikes. She cursed loudly underneath her breath, darting away from the monstrosity an instant before it slammed both hands into the ground with enough force to crack the street. She could stop herself from being cut, but a single blow from one of those fists would break every bone in her body, a situation she would prefer avoiding. The brawler threw herself forward in a roll, slamming into the back of a barbarian's knees and sending him tumbling to the ground. She sprang to her feet as the golem punched down, pulverizing the soldier with a truly terrifying amount of strength. The woman continued to dash around the battlefield, luring the magically-fueled construct into attacking its allies. It was proving far more efficient than fighting each and every opponent with her own fists; a single blow from the construct could fell three or more men, and Priscilla used her slight figure to duck and wave through the crowd so there was always at least one person between her and the golem. A new plan formed in her mind as she desperately dodged through the crowd, always keeping the looming monstrosity in her peripheral vision. She started to work her way towards the ice bridge, the golem trundling in her wake and carving a wide swath through the battlefield. Her bloody armor deflected swords, axes, and arrows alike, spreading to the point that it covered every inch of her body in shining red, a thin membrane of blood growing over her eyes like goggles. |
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| Ari | Thu Feb 2, 2012 5:31 pm Post #24 |
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This was it: the final push! If Caz could just destroy those ice bridges connecting to the city, letting the rest of them dispatch the remaining foreigners and armor suits, they could actually manage to put a huge damper on the invaders' war effort. The runic wizard stayed back, working through the runes of a spell. She focused on a point across the street: the site of a ruined woodworker's shop, now no more than a pile of scorched rubble. Magical power flooded out of her body, flaring up as a visible aura of distorted air like rising heat. A dimly glowing circle carved itself around the destroyed building. Curling runes radiated from the central circle, disappearing under the rubble. Cazmia stepped forward, forcing her last stores of mana into the summon. A paw bigger than Caz's head burst from the center of the circle. It hit the ground, clambering for traction, before another also appeared. The two claws dug hard into the ground, pulling the whole body up: the head, the thick body, hind legs, tail. As it struggled free of the ground, its body picked up loose bits of rubble and actually integrated it into its body. The hulking beast was actually made of the rubble: fragments of wood, flat planks of wall forming plates on its flanks, bits of glass from the windows added to its face and eyes. Compared to its tiny summoner, the nature golem was huge. It turned to the fight and released a world-shaking roar. "The bridges!" Erin shouted at it, pointing at the hunks of ice behind the fight. The golem wasted no time. It pushed off on its bulky hind legs and broke into a loping sprint that carried its bulky body across the street. The heavy, massive creature plowed straight through the fight without losing speed, trampling barbarians that didn't get out of the way in time. Its heavy steps left shallow indentations in the street. Stray hits didn't seem to deter it from its goals, although pieces of the golem broke off occasionally. It reached the first bridge and skidded to a stop. To break it, it rose up on its hind legs, lined up its front claws, and dropped down with all its strength. The ice was far too thick to break in just one hit, especially since the golem wasn't strengthened by any nearby vegetation during its summoning. It slammed its whole weight against the bridge at least five times before it finally broke, chunks of ice drifting off into the ocean. The beast continued this process with the other bridges. Caz and the rest of the fighters did their best to protect it from barbarians attempting to stop it from accomplishing its goals. The bridge-breaking process was long and difficult, but as the waves of incoming enemies slowed to a trickle, it became easier for the golem to work undisturbed. Soon enough the castle was completely severed from the city. The battle went on as the remaining attackers were dispatched by the guard, the golems, the Istani soldiers, two scholars, and a shadow. Erin herself helped fight only until the effects of Priscilla's spell wore off. Then she hid in the alleyway from which they came, trying to stave off the worst effects of mana deprivation. By the time the fight was over, she was sitting with her back against the wall, halfway unconscious. She unsummoned the nature golem, which had now consumed several enemies alive, and it fell useless into a pile of rubble once more. Without such a huge golem taking up her energy, the color and energy quickly returned to Cazmia. She was able to get up and meet with the others within a minute or two. "We did it!" She pumped her robed arm in triumph. |
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| Persona | Mon Feb 6, 2012 4:31 am Post #25 |
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Moto kept dodging the ball and chain as fast as he could, slowly leading the armor to the bridge. He laughed as it took the bait as the ball sunk into the icy bridge, he quickly rushed past the armor as it tried to take the ball out of the bridge. He held up the spear and looked at the explosive barrels, it was enough for three bridges, but they hadn't been spread out, but with the armor there he would have no other chance to get rid of one of the three bridges. He took the spear up and threw it, the barrels were arrayed that even with his terrible aim, it wouldn't miss. The spear turned into lightning as it left his hand, causing the barrels to ignite on impact and explode, sending Moto tumbling back as the armor and all nearby enemies getting ready to cross the bridge were torn to shreds. Moto groaned in pain as he stood up, his spear soaring through the air and landing the chest of a foe. He limped over to the man and ripped the spear from his body, he looked around to see an odd looking golem smashing another bridge, probably another summoned creature that Caz brought into being. He made his way around the outskirts of the battle, the enemies being pushed into the icy waters as they pushed forward, some surrendered while others were cut down, it was becoming a rout. His eyes caught Caz's figure, his ghostly image disappeared as he limped toward her, using the Divine Beast Spear as a walking stick to go towards her, he would have to thank her and the red haired woman for their help, until then he would limp towards Caz, ready to talk to them normally for once in this short adventure. |
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| Priscilla | Fri Feb 10, 2012 3:40 am Post #26 |
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Priscilla and the golem continued their deadly game of hide and seek across the battlefield, its wide strikes sweeping away soldiers as she lithely dodged every blow. Her original plan had been to use the construct's unnatural strength to shatter the bridge, but that soon proved unnecessary. A hulking beast that seemed to be constructed out of rubble and rubbish barreled through the fray, aiming straight for the icy path that connected the docks to the frozen castle. It immediately began to pummel the supports, each blow tearing off chunks of ice. The haemokinetic would have cheered if she had the energy or the breath to waste on such things. Instead she turned her attention back to her pursuer, finally going on the offensive against the golem. The next time it punched at her she barely dodged the heavy attack, jumping onto its wrist instead of continuing to run. Spikes grew out of her feet, latching onto the thick metal plates that covered the golem. It raised its other mace-like hand to dislodge her, but Priscilla scrambled higher up its arm, quickly reaching its head. She wrapped both legs around its thick neck, raising her hands and bringing both blood-encrusted fists down in a vicious blow that crumpled its head like an eggshell. Magic sparked and fizzled as the runes powering the suit of armor were broken, the arcane power lacking a proper outlet to focus its function. The researcher leapt off of the construct, kicking as she did so that its body fell to the ground. By now the nature golem had completely broken the bridge, stranding the barbarians and mercenaries of the White Queen in Striberg. Seeing no more of the metallic enemies nearby, she let the globes of blood around her fists melt and flow back into her veins. In their place she short long, serrated protrusions from her knees and elbows. Priscilla leapt back into the fight, stabbing out brutally at any enemy within reach with the blood-forged blades. She would break off the weapons after plunging them into an opponent's flesh, simply growing a new weapon instead of taking the time or energy to rip it out of their body. That did not mean that her victory was flawless; strong attacks managed to push through her armor, cutting her ribs and forearms and shins as she fought through the fray. Eventually she found herself standing amongst Roland and his men, fighting with the Istani soldiers against the outnumbered barbarians. When the last one finally fell Priscilla was panting from exertion, her skin wan and cold to the touch from the temporary onset of mild anemia. She stretched both arms out in front of her as the blood rushed back into her body, making her entire frame tingle with an icy-cold rush. Any excess blood that she had absorbed during the fight fell to the ground, forming a wide, grisly puddle under her feet. Priscilla sighed as she took stock of her appearance. Her jerkin, tunic, and robes had been cut in dozens of places, angry red cuts criss-crossing her skin. She saw that Caz and Moto were together nearby and limped over towards the younger fighters, gratefully noting that they didn't seem any worse for wear after being in a major military combat. "Well done, both of you...." The researcher looked past the youths to the streets full of dead and dying men, the congratulations suddenly tasting bitter her tongue. So many people had died here for no reason. She sighed again, running an unsteady hand through her hair. "I don't know about you, but I'm heading back to the Academy. The Striberg guard can clean up this mess." She turned and started back towards the Striberg campus without looking back. |
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