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| Ari | Thu Jun 13, 2013 11:52 am Post #1 |
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"Hmm." The fact that Ari even reacted at all was a testament to just how brutal the carnage was. Stretched in front of them was what remained of, according to her map, the town of Muireadhach. A few things gave her an estimate of how soon the attack had occurred. First, smoke was still rising from the crumbling black skeletons of buildings. The bodies on the ground were dead -- not dying -- and the perpetrators had only enough time so far to impale severed heads on the already-sharpened main gate where she had passed onto the main drag. By compartmentalizing objective facts in this way, Ari distracted herself from the nature of the atrocity. They had taken everyone outside and killed them there, in front of everyone. They were indiscriminate. Bodies were often stripped down to their underclothes, humiliated. Dismembered, too. Agorst stirred under Ari's palm. His heart beat slower. She wasn't sure what the weapon was thinking. "This is not something a mere bandit does. Not even out of recklessness or spite." Her tone fished for validation. All you left behind in Balefire was your reputation, Agorst confirmed after a time. They had no more time to theorize. Ari had failed to predict one important thing as she estimated the age of the destruction. At first the voices were quiet, but they were accompanied by the thundering of dozens of hooves. The girl's fingers smoothly slid down the grip of her sword, positioned to unsheathe at any moment. A torrent of horsemen and women thundered into the remains of Muireadhach, circled her. The leader wore a cloak made of wolf pelt, three stripes of woad slathered across his face. He was lithe, charismatic, a confident rider on the saddle of a huge Deboni horse. The others were dressed similarly. All carried weapons. The leader looked at her, growled orders to some others in a language she couldn't understand. A contingent split off to ride in the opposite direction out of town. He finally spoke to her in Common. "We thought we had missed one." "Just passing through." The leader's eyes went down to her hands. Ari knew she definitely couldn't fight all these horsemen at once. She couldn't even feel Agorst's heartbeat anymore, so infrequent and faint it had become. The weapon had always been the type to calm down and focus when a fight seemed imminent. The long, tense moment ended. "Where are you from?" he asked. "Nowhere." Her eyes narrowed. "Searching for escapees?" "That's none of your business, swordsman just-passing-through." He rattled off more orders to some of the others. Ari watched them fan out into the surrounding plains. She was almost certain some had managed to evacuate or escape the attack. Both her and her weapon were aware of the choice lingering in the air. Agorst didn't even ask her the obvious question: what will you do? |
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| NinjaDog | Tue Jun 25, 2013 3:28 pm Post #2 |
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Pao had witnessed the carnage... he had tried his best to help people escape, but his tiny form wouldn't help much, but he had killed a few of them using stealth, puppy dog eyes, and throat stabbings. Now it was time for the full assault, a wanderer had been surrounded by the horse riding bandits... now it was time for Pao's revenge, unfortunately he couldn't tell which one was the real leader, so he would just take a chance. He ran at them from behind with the pitter patter of puppy dog feet, until he jumped, his claws sinking into the flank of one horse, causing it to rear back as Pao hopped off it's side, drawing it's knife and slashing the throat of another man, unfortunately not the leader, the man on the horse he had spooked was. The horse dismounted the man and started to kick and stomp around from the fright, while the other horse bolted, it's dead rider still clinging to it. The other horses started to neigh and scrape at the ground with their hooves, agitated by the smell of blood and the confusion of a dog wielding a knife. Pao sheathed his blade and howled into the sky, his little puppy howl would have been adorable if blood hadn't splattered on his fur and if the next moment he wasn't wielding a bloodied knife. He gave a short yip as he turned and dashed at another horse, which immediately set about trying to stomp Pao... only for him to dodge around it and slice at two of it's legs. The horse turned and cried out, leaving a rather wide hole in their defenses, Pao stood in it and barked a few more times, hoping that the wanderer would try to run away as he dealt with the horsemen, which by now where probably over the initial shock of a murderous canine wielding a knife. |
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| Ari | Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:57 pm Post #3 |
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The horselord growled a curse. His fall was far, but he took it well, got up, and tried to calm his mount down by grabbing its reigns. The beast threw its head and tried to rear several times. The others weren't so lucky. Ari watched as one was cut down by a moving blur of white. Other horses took hits and spooked. She kept her hand on her sheathed sword, motionless, watching the situation closely. Eventually the horselord leader spotted her strange behavior and called her out for it. "Hah! Nice trick! But what a cowardly thing to do, sending in your pet to do the work of its master." Ari's only response was to blink. Pet? The sudden attacker was a small, white dog that held a knife in its teeth. Right now it was standing near a hole in the group, barking, covered in blood. The man rattled off an order in his native language. Bows raised from the remaining riders, all three pointed at her. She took a closer look at that dog. It was far too smart to be any normal dog. A werewolf pup? Did were-dogs exist? Ari didn't want to linger too much on her thoughts in such a tense situation. They drew back their hornbows. She considered talking them down, but knew it wouldn't work -- they wouldn't believe that a dog was killing people out of its own free will. She gripped the handle of Agorst tighter, the other hand moving to hold the sheathe. Her knees bent. "I will let you run." She had given that warning so many times that it came out sounding monotonous. This time, when she was at such a disadvantage, it felt uncomfortably cocky to say. All three of the horse archers shot at once. From this distance, any closer could be considered point-blank range. Virtually impossible to miss. Ari reacted to all three in an instant. She took a step, pivoted slightly on one foot, drew Agorst, all very fast, very disciplined motions. The blade cracked into one of the arrows on the draw. The second projectile gashed but didn't pierce thanks to the pivoting. More curiously, the third hit her squarely in the ribs -- and then crumpled against something hard. The hole it left in her robe showed a layer of black covering her bare skin beneath that the arrow had barely damaged. Ari didn't give them a chance to reload, taking Agorst and making a run for it deeper into the destroyed town, where she would be at a greater advantage against horsemen and archers. Agorst was a blade of Nalaian design -- some people called it a katana -- but its make was a shade of grey too dark to be considered steel. The whole blade was covered in metal scars as if it could heal its own scratches and nicks. Most importantly, the blade was dull. One of the horse archers managed to fire off another arrow that struck just an inch above her head as she ducked around the corner of a blown-out building. Hidden for a few seconds, Ari took a moment to examine her injury. The arrow's glancing blow did a number on her hip, bled a lot but didn't hurt bad enough to keep her from fighting. She took a moment to consider her options, leaning on Agorst like a walking stick. Part of her blamed the were-dog for dragging her into this. |
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| NinjaDog | Mon Jul 1, 2013 7:18 pm Post #4 |
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Pao watched as the man made a declaration that the woman traveler was a coward for sending in her pet... but Pao wasn't her pet, Pao was Pao's master. He gave a low growl as he watched the archers aim at the woman, but the next few seconds made him doubt that the woman needed any help at all. She was struck by one arrow and slashed another out of the air, while the other just barely seemed to graze her. Pao ran behind her and followed her into her hiding spot, the little white blur, sitting next to her behind the wall. Pao looked up to her and saw the blood, he gave a sad whine and gave a few short yips, letting the mystical energy flow through him and into the woman's wound. While it wasn't powerful, he was hoping it would heal the flesh wound. He brought up his knife and nodded to her, as if trying to tell her that he healed her. His ears picked up the heavy clopping of hooves, followed by a few people running in on foot. He growled as his ears slicked back, baring his teeth around the knife as any enemy ran past them. Just before he could turn, Pao went into action, dashing behind his legs and slashing at the backs of his knees, sending him face down into the ground, shouting in pain. His shouts were quickly silenced as Pao went around him, swinging his entire body around to thrust his knife into the man's throat. Pao gave it a quick slice to the side to widen the wound, sending a new stream of blood over his snow white fur. He gave a small yip as he went back to the woman, preparing to follow her and ensure her safety. |
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