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Hands-On Learning; [OTA]
Topic Started: Sat Dec 22, 2012 11:57 pm (259 Views)
¤Ozan[Adm]
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"The first rule of real-life battle is to not have the crap scared out of you." A layer of mist clung at knee-height, and the air was thick with a dull, empty ringing that blocked out most other atmospheric sounds. That combined with the early hour and dark clouds to make the normally open-seeming ruins feel a lot more claustrophobic than expected. It was putting the students on edge. Ozan spotted a kid fiddling nervously with the straps of her armor and clucked his tongue to make her knock it out. A boy at his other flank was gripping his sword so tightly that his hands were shaking. "No, seriously. You all have got to calm down."

This was the problem with most of his students. A lot of the kids that were enrolled in the Taras chapter of the Academy of Arms came from well-off and sometimes even well-to-do families. Even though they were all old enough to remember the destruction of Taras, they were too young to have experienced frontline combat or -- to be honest here -- really any kind of serious hardship. Yet, for whatever reason, here they were, learning the tricks of the trade firsthand from some old fart. Ozan wasn't even sure if they respected him. He heard them calling him "Magic Eater" behind his back during the trip out here. Teen-agers were so cruel.

But now that the ruins were shutting them up and legitimately putting them off, Ozan couldn't help but feel bad for them. His reassurances weren't working, either. "You'll all feel a lot better after this. Once you've gotten some real battle experience, you know?" Still no answer from any member of his six-student-strong Advanced Heavy Weaponry course. He continued forward into the ruins, armor plates clattering with each step. The Academy weaponmaster scanned the area out of the eyeslits in his helm. It was awfully odd around here. The fog was making it harder to search for enemies, and he usually would have come across a skeleton or two by now. Something didn't seem quite right about all of this.

Ozan wrung the handle of his heavy ax. The well-honed steel melted over the shaft, reforming into the shape of a thin-bladed greatsword. Something was moving deeper in the ruins. "Form up," the anti-mage ordered his students softly.
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Zelothtith moved through the mist without much of a care. He had spent a long time honning his skills in this worthless human body. He was tired of being defeated and waiting to slowly regenerate over days, weeks or even months. He could finally swing his sword the way he wanted to it seemed, but he still detested every moment of this imprisonment longing for his true body locked away in the hells.

Still the largest problem was the lack of victims around this place. Over the last few weeks he had only found one half starved bandit and he had already drained that fellow of all his blood several days ago. The body was now only good for a light snack if he didn't find something more tasty soon. He had even tried killing the undead around here, but that was really more out of boredom, then expecting to find edible bits. The body of the bandit was wedged on the tip of Zelothtith's large demonic blade (cutter). The black steel blade rested on his shoulder as he walked.

Just then he heard something or maybe even a group of things. Sounded like people. Oh he did hope that there were a few tasty ones he could drag off he was so hungry and his sword neede to bathed in blood. Moving through the mist he started to move out of his part of ruins and towards the sounds. Soon enough he heard what he new to be voices.

With renewed excitement he moved forward when he saw the group he knew he could have a fun fight here and plenty of fresh souls to sate his apetite. As he appeared out of the mist his arm moved forward unshouldering his blade and griping it with his other hand. Even though his body looked human the arms moved in slight ways that just seemed unatural. The body of the desicated bandit falling off behind him. With a demonically happy grin he spoke to those in front of him, "Well hello there I don't suppose you lot would be willing to help me out a bit. I have been fairly hungry and you all look just right for dinner."

Without any other warning he charged in taking a large swing at the closest target putting his strength behind the blade with the intent to just cleave through anyone standing in his path. Of course his blade was usually very good at doing just that too.
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Ozan turned to face the source of some movement in the mist, and his small Advanced Heavy Weaponry class fell in line behind him. He stopped, squinting at the outline of a humongous sword. At first his stomach sank, thinking they might have lucked across some elite undead that was way out of these kids' league. Then the man, just a normal human wielding a humongous sword, emerged. The weaponmaster, not recognizing anything off about him, stood his ground even while his frightened class took steps back and bumped into each other. For a short moment the only thing Ozan could hear was his breath casting puffs of vapor through the grate on his visor.

He didn't waste time making his intentions clear. Ozan only had time to make a kind of abrupt, cut-off chuckle before that blade was coming up, slow, slow, up in an arc and coming down on their line. His class screamed and ran in all directions. Ozan took a sharp pivot on his heels, taking a step back to allow the blade to come down right next to him. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to get his blade out of the way fast enough; the gigantic sword pinned it so violently to the ground that the handle was wrenched out of Ozan's hands. The weaponmaster, a bit embarrassed that he was disarmed in the opening strike in front of impressionable kids, took several more steps away while he fumbled to unclasp the two-handed mace hanging diagonal across his back. While all this was happening, the anti-mage kept releasing small, nervous chuckles.

Managing to heft the heavy weapon off his back, Ozan took a stance. "Hey, friend, I could say the same." He kept his knees loose, dark eyes set intently on his opponent behind plated eyeslits. Ozan stepped around the man, trying to stay outside the range of his weapon, looking for a good opening. Maybe talking to him would distract him. "Don't bring the kids into this, friend. We have to settle this like adults. So for threatening my class I'm going to kill you as painfully as possible and then eat your mana. Sound good?"

He really didn't like it when random murderers threatened his class.
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OOC: Sorry for the delay in posting didn't see this post until today :P

Zelothtith just smiled at the comment and just laughed in a low growling voice as he twisted his blade into a horizontal strike and continuing to charge at his opponent. As his strike moved the unnatural movements in his arms were becoming more pronounced as the move would probably have torn the muscles in a normal human.

Despite his amusement at the man's comments it had been clear he had some skill, so zelothtith focused on him first. Plus it was fun to kill the strong ones first then hunt down the rest slowly. How many could escape him it was a great game. He could almost taste the fear laced blood they would spill for him.

Zelothtith left himself quite open in terms of defense not really caring about this false body he was forced to wear. He could heal this pathetic form in time if needed. For now he had his prey disarmed and he wanted to cleave this one in two and feast on the young tasty ones who had fled.

"Oh certainly I can kill you first. I be your blood and soul will taste so nice. The honorable ones are usually tasty if a bit bitter. .... Of course once you are dead such promises aren't that important, so then I can go break their bones and my sword and I can have a nice long drink after a nice meal. We are both so hungry you understand, but yes you first.

As for killing me well go ahead if you can. Not like I haven't died a few times before. It is oh so fun."


He always liked teasing his prey and lines like that often unnerved them especially since he rarely guarded his body much. Plus he was quite certain he could win right now. Mortals were such fools.
Edited by Zelothtith, Sat Mar 9, 2013 11:33 pm.
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