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Post by Svantanon on Aug 4, 2018 22:36:16 GMT -6
 She was intangible, but not invisible. Alyshia followed the cultist with her eyes as she weaved around and through the trees. There was a noticeable limp in Stabby’s step, now, and her speed had slowed. When the hippocampus leaped from the darkness, gaze wild, knives flying at her sides, Alyshia and her duplicate were ready.
Alyshia bowled the mare over from the side, knocking her to the ground and rolling with the momentum to remain on top of her. Replica wasted no time in brandishing the sword. One knife flew out from the leaves and brush, but it was swatted away by none other than Poofkin, who had found her master at last. The snow leopard’s hackles spiked like a porcupine’s, and her snarl reverberated through the thicket.
The blow to Stabby’s neck was quick and clean.
The light in the hippocampus’ eyes was fading fast, now. She glared at the clone that had sealed her fate and the horse who had summoned her in turn, blood bubbling at her lips.
“My lord… to you… I give...... my life…........ force…”
She exhaled for the last time, and Alyshia finally felt safe enough to turn her back on Digend’s fallen.
Her duplicate was the next to collapse, having finally succumbed to the wounds she’d been dealt. Alyshia managed to stammer out several iterations of “oh sh-t,” and “I’m sorry, let me take a look—” before her twin crumbled, returning to the earth and soil. The sight of herself disassembling at her hooves was about as unsettling as her duplicate’s previous display of anger, and it took Poofkin’s urgent shoving to bring her out of her stupor.
This… would have to be dwelled on at another time.
The sound of war returned to Aly’s ears with a roar of awareness, and the Valkyrie whipped around to take in what was left.
Oh thank the gods, Addeva was alright! Greer had just felled her own opponent and had rushed to her little sister’s side. The others were still locked in battle, and Delta—
--Oh sh-t—
--Delta—
“DELTA!”
The sooty looking cultist that had just stabbed her Shield Sister paled at the sight of incoming back-up. Apparently not keen on fighting two soldiers and a snow leopard at once, she fled without a second glance.
Alyshia skidded to a stop at the prone mare’s side.
“Oh, Earth Mother,” the vanner murmured as she took in Delta’s wound—and the blood, gods there was so much of it… “Delta, it’s alright. Just remain still and I’ll—I’ll get some cloth, we need to stop the ble—”
“—Delta, dammit listen to me!” Alyshia stepped in front of the stubborn Valk and tried to push her back with her teke. “You’re NOT going after her. Lie the hell down before you kill yourself!”
(OOC: Bee’s got a thing planned and wanted me to hop in with Aly so I swear I’m not godmodding :”D)
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Aug 4, 2018 23:25:11 GMT -6
 To Delta's displeasure, the Sooty mare had picked her sword back up. Though it didn't take the silvery mare long to notice that the Cultist was now favoring her left rear leg, but only slightly. Swords clashed once again, the sound of ringing metal echoing in her ears. She was blind and deaf to everything that wasn't her fight, with the exception of Jushiro and the Pegasus. She made sure to keep tabs on those two.
The Sooty mare seemed to have gained her second wind with the chance of her now gaining aid from her fellow Cultist being thrown into the equation. She was almost acting cocky now. Novice mistake. A trained veteran knew better than to assume aid. Delta was no veteran, but she was trained far better than this mare... though Delta didn't doubt in the slightest that if she requested help, her sisters or Jushiro would gladly lend a hoof if they had the time.
The silver mare took the time to notice that the Pegasus Jushiro was fighting wasn't staying airborne nearly as long. With those flight feathers on her one wing trimmed down to a less-than-useful length, it was a bit crippling. She had the flight ability of a chicken now. Not completely grounded, but not able to get any real lift either. Delta was damn satisfied with that little advantage she gave the red Kirin.
From the sounds of it, she was getting a bit frustrated as well.
Delta landed another decent blow to the Sooty mare's ear, taking half of it off and cutting her neck at the same time. The Cultist managed another bite, ripping some fur off of the silver mare's throat, but not getting a chance to sink her toxic fangs into her flesh.
The Valkyrie remembered that her head was plated with metal and head-butted the other mare square in the face. The sooty mare staggered back, blood running down the sides of her muzzle from her forehead.
A single palomino colored leg flying past her grabbed Delta's attention and the mare stared at the severed limb in shock, knowing full well who it had come from, 'Holy shit...' she thought.
As she turned to face the Sooty mare again, she realized that she had made a horrible mistake. The Cultist rushed past her and tore a large gash into the side of her right rump with the blade of her sword. The Sooty mare slammed her weight into Delta's side for good measure, sending the Valkyrie to the mud. “Aaah!!!” the silver mare cried in anger, feeling hot, sticky blood begin to cover her leg and stain her fur.
She noticed the Sooty mare see something from behind Delta and take off running. Delta made a move to get up and follow her, but a pair of legs holding her down stopped her,
“Delta stop! You're bleeding too much!” it was Alyshia. The dark mare had light panic in her voice as Delta writhed and struggled against her Sister's weight, “You’re NOT going after her. Lie the hell down before you kill yourself!” she pleaded.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Pure, unchecked rage filled Delta's entire body in mere seconds. The silver mare managed to get her back hoofs under her and with a final push, the large mare managed to shove Aly off, her blue-teal eyes still trained on the fleeing Sooty mare,
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!” her roar was loud and echoed in the forest around her. As she shot up out of the mud at a full sprint, she snatched her claymore out of the soggy earth, ignoring the pain in her rear muscles.
Delta chased down the Sooty mare. The Cultist hadn't gotten very far with that twisted ankle of hers. Delta caught up easily, still in view of her Sisters. The Sooty mare made a turn around a tree stump but the Valkyrie took the short-cut. She shot right past it and drove her front hoofs into the Sooty mare's neck, blindsiding her. The whites of her eyes flashed but the smaller mare had turned her head away to late. The spiked sole's of Delta's iron shoes ripped into the flesh and tore open the jugular.
The silver mare skidded to a stop half a stride past the Cultist. She could hear the young mare choking on her own blood. Turning on her heels the second she had stopped, Delta swung her sword in an arc and brought the blade down with all the power she had.
The blade cut clean through the cerebral vertebra and muscle, severing the Cultists head from her neck. The blade, packed with so much power, lodged its self deep in a thick log. Abandoning her sword, Delta took hold of the Sooty mare's neck (now without a head) with her teeth. Using her teke to assist, she turned and threw the body as far as she could, which turned out to be pretty far. She watched as the mass of flesh rolled down a small hill to rest between a pile of rocks.
The Valkyrie stood there, breathing heavily, her legs trembling slightly. Closing her eyes, she took a few deep breaths, calming herself down as her rage subsided.
When she was more aware, she walked back and hauled her sword out of the log, not even sparing a glance to the decapitated head lying in the mud beside it. She walked back to Aly with as little of a limp as she could muster, but the pain was now unbearable and she was beginning to feel lightheaded. She wasn't overly fond of the look her Sister was giving her.
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OOC: I talked stuffs over with Svantanon! I GModded with permission! xD |
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Aug 7, 2018 10:30:03 GMT -6
║⟪⟡ S K Ö L L ⟡⟫║
"Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?"  OOC: GORE + STRONG LANGUAGE WARNING
Elegantly leaping to the side after the axe crashed down, Sköll dug his heels deep into the soil to skid to a stop, and he launched his spear forward, digging it deep into the mare's hindquarters. A grin spread onto his face as blood splattered up and the mare let out a shriek that once again cracked with the sonic voice. Twisting his spear in her haunches before ripping it out, Sköll immediately reared up, jumping back to get out of her range.
The cultist screamed, lashing out with a wild, desperate swing with her axe. Her hind left leg was crippled, tucked under her body. Stumbling on three legs, she pivoted to face the grinning kirin. "Bastard!" She hissed under her breath, ears flattening.
Oh. Now she was unhappy. Perfect. Despite being unable to hear her words, Sköll could easily tell it was something terribly unhappy and polite. "Oh, I'm sorry, my dear, I do apologize." He said, only able to hear his own voice slightly through the vibrations it sent through his head. Twirling his spear in a bit of a taunting gesture, he tossed his head, flipping his mane back. "Are you finished yet? Going to scamper back to your hole, whatever it is?" He tilted his head, raising a brow and arching his neck.
"I'm going to put you back into whatever grave you crawled out of!" She snarled, launching forward despite her crippled leg.
Sköll just smiled. It would be too easy now. Perhaps he'd even get bored. Feinting a dodge to the left, he darted to the left as the axe began to crash down. Even so, his pride and cocky attitude seemed to make him cut it close, and the axe grazed the corner of his haunch. Gasping, Sköll cantered forward, putting distance between them. Looking back at his haunch, pulling the torn corner of his pelt up, he saw blood beginning to drip onto his pale pelt. How. Dare. She. Eyes blazing, he jerked his head up, ears flat. "You actual disgusting bitch. How dare you!? You dare to strike me!? To harm a kirin?! You don't know your place!" He spat, snarling, lips curling tight over his gums to bare his teeth. He would tear out her throat with his own teeth.
The mare laughed at his reaction. It was a scratch, and he was acting like she offended his ancestors! Would he come after her now with a vengeance? Would he grow sloppy? She stood, axe hovering next to her head, ready for his next attack.
Sköll growled lowly, tail lashing. She was enjoying this. Bitch. He bolted forward, spear held in front of him. He would rip her to pieces with his own teeth and hooves if needed. Her weapon was large and bulky, if he got too close, she wouldn't be able to wield it properly... Tucking his head, pointing the antler tines cresting the top of his head forward, he slipped to the side to avoid an axe strike, but kept his momentum. Crashing directly into the mare, the two of them falling over into the ground, antlers digging into the side of her neck, he let out a completely undignified roar, which the mare matched out of pain and anger.
Clattering his spear body against the handle of her axe to keep it away, Sköll clawed at the mare with his hooves, baring his teeth before savagely sinking his teeth into her throat. Disgusting. Iron flooded his mouth, blood spurting from under his lips, the mare let out a watery shriek, blood flying from her lips, legs thrashing. Keeping his grip, Sköll loosened his hold for only a brief moment before biting down harder. The taste of blood almost made his stomach lurch, but for the last few moments this disgusting hippocampus was alive, he would let her feel fear and pain unlike anything else.
Wrenching his head sideways, he felt the tearing of flesh and muscle, and a large chunk from her throat was torn out. Lifting his head, spitting the flesh to the side and growling, Sköll took a moment to try and get a handle on his stomach. This was probably not the best idea of his... Swallowing saliva mixed with blood, he looked down at the mare who was choking and gasping. "I told you. You didn't know your place. Now you know. You. Are. Nothing." He hissed in her ear, blood dripping from his lips. "You and your ilk are nothing compared to kirins. This was your mistake, whore." He lifted his head, shaking her axe free from his spear before stepping away from the twitching, gasping body, his stomach still twisting. Ugh, this was disgusting. And it would stain his coat... Terrible idea... |
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Post by savannauni on Aug 8, 2018 7:17:35 GMT -6
Jushiro did not have the time to take the dagger out of his flank and patch a wound, so he remained still, watching the mare, who stumbled slightly even at a stand still on her three legs. "You're out matched." Jushiro said point blank. "You can either leave this world in peace or go out fighting. Your choice." The palomino screeched,"YOU STUPID PRICK!", hurting Shiro's ears. WIth another cackle she grinned at him. "You are the one who wont be leaving, not I." Flames ignited, even in the rain they remained straong, eating all in its path as they raced towards Jushiro and encased him. The palomino giggled and threw her head back, calling to digend "MY GOD! I HAVE SLAIN THIS KIRIN FOR YOU, I BURN HIS BLOOD AS AN OFFERING FOR Y-"
The Palomino was body slammed as Jushiro charged from the fire, no burn or cringing occurred.
"I'm afraid your god forgot to mention that Kirins don't burn." He snarled in her face. The Palomino blinked in surpise, but she smugly looked at him again and Jushiro knew why when he felt the cold blade slam into his ribs. "No, but you do bleed." She twisted the blade. Jushiro jumped off her, roaring in pain, The pegasus stood up. 'One last try.' he thought to himself as he readied the katana.
The bitch ran at him, hobbled, but running. Her wings snapped open as she took off, air born. Jushiro steadied himself, took a deep beath, and prayed to Ignacio, his eyes closed. They didn't open back up till she was nearly on top of him.
His dragon eyes snapped open, his katana trusted upward, the pegasus could do nothing. SHe flew over the top of him as his sword gutted her like a fish. A shower of blood and internal things fell onto him, staining his whole body a deep crimson. The pegasus his the ground hard and never got back up. Shiro put his katana away and paused for a moment, taking it all in, before taking a shaky step foreword. Hearing Alyshia curse Delt's name Shiro wandered into their direction, just in time to see the killing. She was fucking breath taking.. or maybe he just couldn't breathe.. Either way, she was a killing machine. As he got closer he looked at Delta slowly, up and down, mentally marking her injuries. 'She's alive' He reminded himself before saying "Thank Ignacio you're alive. I mean- You too Alyshia." He quickly tacked on seeing the other mare there, who also looked a little worse for wear.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 8, 2018 16:40:31 GMT -6
Amber | Valkyrie
Warning: Mention of blood, injury and death
There was something to say about the look the cultist got in their eyes as Amber pointed her bow at them. First those eyes widened in realisation they were being targeted and then, as the valkyrie released her hold on the drawn string, a smile tugged her lips upwards. Smug. Amber knew there’d be trouble. One minute a tall mare was standing there, eyes red as the fins that trailed behind her like a cloak soaked in enemy’s blood. Next her brown coat was replaced for the soft white colors, scales covering her back and much shorter, watery eyes staring at her as her arrow followed through on it’s path towards victory. In alarm Amber turned finding the foal there as well. Wha-
A pop was heard over the sounds of battle. Battle she had somehow managed to block out in her single minded rage, but was now oh so distracting as her mind grasped at straws. Her ice was melting, knife held out to carve away at it clumsily and then a second foal popped as she heard her arrow hit tree behind her. Amber bared her teeth. Such trickery, Argus must be involved with this.
“What is it? Not wanting to hurt this precious little face?” One of the children -the mare- taunted, batting eyelashes slowly and sticking out her lip, making it quiver. The other did the same. Well, great. Amber aimed her bow again and the mare tutted. “Nu, uh, uh, that would make the game too easy and where’s the fun in that. Come nothing, play along. Maybe you’ll be something once you prove Digend your worth.”
And with that she popped away, only to appear elsewere. With her distracted, the foal broke loose and charged for her, she kicked. The other one pushed her. The blade was dropped to the ground and Amber wasn’t sure who picked it up.
Then both were charging and Amber had to jump to and dance around, trying to distinguish between equally frightened looking eyes as she paried and froze the ground. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I do, I am Nothing,” One answered and the other repeated the same. She cursed. Who was who. Think, think. Her eyes darted around, trying to spot the difference between the villian and the victim. Because clearly they were, they must be. Why else would a scared child, kirin or not, do something like that? Amber couldn’t believe it.
She needed to decide which was which as soon as possible before more blood was shed. Think. Blood. A trickle of red caught her eye and she almost smile. So haughty, they had forgotten vulnerability. Okay, now she just needed to get close enough without riksing the other popping off. Pulling her dagger, she acted like she was striking out at one, but as the other approached she sent up a spike, deadly force striking her side. They popped only to land a few meters away from them, blood dripping from the wound. For a terrifying, unrealistic minute, Amber thought there had been a mistake, but then the mare was falling, form switching back into her own brown and red self, crimson painting the ground under her that in some morbid sense of artistic display, matched brilliantly with her fins. Amber had little intention to indulge in macabre notions of beauty however -which sounded like a very cultist-ish to do- and was already turning to look at the real foal. “It’s okay now, you can-“
She didn’t get very far, a spear of her own broken ice rammed in her skin. There was not enough for to pierce very deeply, but it hurt. It hurt so much notheless. Eyes wide in disbelief looked down at the wound as her leg gave away underneath her, knee hitting the floor and then up in eyes full of terror. Terror as they looked between her and the body behind her. All consuming fear as the lithe body backed up slowly before turning and running into the woods, further and further till the trees had swallowed anything that had been there to see. Amber realized that in those eyes she had been no hero, she had been a monster just like the rest of them.
Eyes filled with angry tears she steadied herself, stumbling towards the slowly fading cultists. “Who were they?” No answer. Amber shook them rhougly, no empathy for their pained gasped. “Tell me who they were!” The mare managed a smile. “N-nobody. N-hah-nothing.” And with that remark she died, smug look on her face as if victory had been hers to be had.
A primal shout worked it’s way out of Amber’s lungs. Revenge. For what Amber wasn’t sure, but she wanted to kill them all. As she turned however, ready to aid sisters in arm on the battle field, she was remembered of her wound as her leg buckled once again. She hissed, the icy spike still attached, the cold searing her flesh and muscles.
Awch.
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Aug 10, 2018 21:37:55 GMT -6
Delta smiled as Jushiro joined the two Valkyries, thankful to see that he only had a few non-life threatening stab wounds and a bloody nose. Kunai knives were more or less better used for slicing major arteries. That Pegasus hadn't aimed very well, seeing as she had missed all of his.
Alyshia and Poofkin looked a bit ruffled, having only some cuts and scrapes here and there. The silvery mare spared a look behind the Kirin, observing the carnage he had enacted upon his enemy. Well shit, if that wasn't impressive she didn't know what was,
“Thank Ignacio your alive. I mean – you too, Alyshia.” he said, adding on the last bit quickly.
She cocked a brow and the corners of her mouth turned up a bit. 'Nice save, Hot Stuff.' she thought sarcastically.
She also noticed that steam was coming off of Shiro's scales as the rain drops hit them. Taking note of the charred earth where he had been fighting, she gave a humorous scoff, “Tried to burn you, did she?” she asked the blood-stained stallion. She knew Kirin's were fireproof, “I'm disappointed I didn't get to see the look on her face when she realized that you can't.” she said with a light giggle. Boy, did her leg hurt.
She turned back to Aly and gave her an apologetic look, “I'm... sorry I shoved at you, muffin. I was just angry.” she told the dark mare.
Delta looked down at Poofkin and suddenly remembered that Jushiro didn't have Jeremy anymore. Her eyes widened and her ears pricked. She started looking around frantically, “Wait. Jeremy! Where is Jeremy!?” she rushed around as fast as she could without putting too much weight on her injured leg,
“Jeremy!” the silver mare called, sounding like a mother who had just lost her child. Her eyes scanned the trees, hoping to see him hanging from a branch.
She didn't see him, but moments later, she felt him. The tiny, soaked bat landed heavily on the crest of her neck, using her braided mane to pull himself up. He squeaked at her constantly, happy to be reunited with her again. Delta took a calming breath and felt the small baby give her neck kisses in the form of tiny licks.
He hadn't been hurt, but that shark hippocampus' scream had probably hurt his ears more than it hurt Skoll's. This whole ordeal was making her much too stressed.
She reminded herself that she still had a job to do.
“You both are hurt. Alyshia, the bleeding seems to have stopped on your cuts,” she told the darker mare. Turning to the Kirin, her expression got more stern, “You, on the other hoof. Those stab wounds need to be treated. C'mon. You too, Aly.”
Delta quickly located a small patch of well soaked, bright green moss. She plucked a few Teke-fulls from the ground and squeezed them out over the stallions gashes. Crudely cleaning the wounds. Afterwards, she pressed the moss into the injuries, allowing the absorbent puffyness soak up the blood and create the next best thing to gauze, “Alyshia, keep pressure on this, please.” She instructed, her eyes focused on caring for her comrades.
Looking around for something to use her ears pricked when she spotted a white willow tree. Walking over to it, she used her sword to cut off a small strip of the bark.
She approached the stallion and broke off a tiny piece, about the size of a sugar cube. She held it out for him to take, “Here. Chew this. Once it's reduced to a pulp, then you can swallow it.” she told him. She saw a question form in those lovely red eyes and answered him before he could speak, “It's white willow bark. It's a natural mild pain killer. It will help you out until you can see a real Medic.”
As the stallion chewed, Delta checked on the punctures, taking note that the bleeding had slowed down, but not quite stopped yet, “Keep holding it there a bit longer, muffin.” she said to her Sister gently,
“By the way, Jushiro,” she began as she went over to gather more moss, “Would you be interested in going out some time?”
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Aug 11, 2018 1:57:46 GMT -6
║⟪⟡ S K Ö L L ⟡⟫║
"Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?"
Ears beginning to ring as his hearing slowly returned, Sköll took a glance around him and the bloody body on the ground, noting the rest of the attacking equines falling. Hm. They could hold their own. Interesting... The blood on his face was disgusting and could stain, but he entertained the idea of keeping it there for a while longer, perhaps as intimidation factor... None of them here seemed to take him seriously, after all...
Warily watching the other injured, he subtly scoffed to himself. If they dared to ask him for medical aid, then they would need to learn rather quickly that it was entirely beneath him to take on such a task. Deciding to let the blood sit... For now, as he didn't have a way to clean it off easily, Sköll slowly strode over to the small gathering of injured equines, listening to their words absently. Something to do with healing, he gathered. And what sounded like a... Romantic sort of offering to the other kirin.
Managing to mask his disgust, he glanced over the one offering it. Hippocampus. Really. She was trying to gain a kirin's affections. With those fins instead of gleaming scales or piercing antlers? Was she joking? It wasn't his place to intervene, so he simply remained quiet, listening, but turning his head to look over his own injuries to seem busy. He should gather as much information as he could... Figure out if this other kirin was an ally of his or not. Depended on if he actually thought to take up the hippocampus on her offer. If he did... Turning his head away to look at his opposite side, sheltered from view, a small sneer crossed his muzzle.
Well, then this all would simply be a waste of his time. He wished to connect with other kirins, but not ones who thought to go and happily mingle with non-kirins or non-unicorns, without some sort of gain behind their actions. Hm... Perhaps he'd pay that elderly unicorn a second visit... Try to forge some sort of alliance... He was a unicorn after all, he was at least bearable, and he had fought valiantly... Perhaps he was worth a bit more of his attention, especially if he could steal or squeeze some new items out of the unicorn...
Deciding he'd go visit the chestnut unicorn regardless of what happened here, he'd linger until the group seemed fit to split off. He would not return with them to their camp, who knew what that could entail... The offer of potential luxury or... Well, better luxury than living in the woods like a hobo, was tempting, but he needed a place where he could be around equines who were worth his time and energy. Hippocampi and common equines were not. |
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Post by notadonkey on Aug 11, 2018 21:28:53 GMT -6
 Casper leaped at the cultist, claws extended, and landed on his neck. The cultist yowled as the snow leopard dung into his skin, leaping and bucking to try to get the cat off of him.
"Addeva!"
The zonkey turned to see Greer tossing her misplaced dagger to her, nodding in thanks as her fellow Valkyrie stood beside her. Addy held her dagger in her grasp, the familiar handle glowing in her teke. The cultist finally tossed Casper aside, scraped and bleeding from his claws. The snow leopard was able to quickly get to his feet and began circling the unicorn, while Addeva stood yards from him. Creepy looked at her with hatred in his eyes, his mane now wild and tousled. With a final battle cry, he charged at her with his remaining knives. Instead of charging towards him, she jerked her head, causing spikes to rise from the earth and trap Creepy in a prison of shards. Panting and snarling, the cultist tried leaping and ramming the spikes to no avail. "FUCK YOU!" he spat. "Face me!"
For how terrible this stallion was...she didn't want to kill him. She couldn't find it in herself to do it. Maybe it was her age... or maybe it was because she was afraid she would become a killing machine just like him... Either way, she put her dagger back into her holster and walked up to the raging stallion. "You're disgusting"
With that, she kicked one of the spikes onto his head, knocking him out cold. Addeva rose more spikes from the ground crudely, not perfect but it will hold him in at the very least.
She walked towards the group, battered and bruised but alive. Addy offered Alyshia a small smile as she stood next to her.
"So uh, can we get out of here now?"
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Aug 11, 2018 21:38:50 GMT -6
 The battle with the cultist was annoying, to say the least. The bastard's blessing seemed to have a mind of its own. She'd swing at the main cultist and suddenly that shadow would be there, blocking her strike with it's dagger. Whatever the cultist mocked, it fell on deaf ears as the valkyrie didn't let them gain an inch. Instead she pressed forward, swinging her axe to block strikes and deal some of her own. Soon blood ran from both of them, though the cultists own wounds vastly outnumbered her own.
That was when she felt something wrap around her hoof and yank her leg. She stumbled, and in that moment the cultist tried to plunge the dagger in between her shoulder blades. In a split second moment of fight or flight, she felt her teeth sharpen as they sunk into the dark cultists neck.
Time seemed to stop as she registered her position, as did the Cultist. Both of them froze, neither willing to let the other move for fear of the other's life being forfeit. It was the flash of the shadow's blade that triggered Kathra to jerk her head back, bringing the cultists throat with her. She realized about half a second later she held the tattered flesh in her mouth and spit it out in disgust. The shadow flickered and then faded out, the dagger clattering to the ground. Soon, the cultists body followed, life draining from their eyes as the figure crumpled to the ground with a series of thuds.
She wandered over to a nearby tree and rubbed her muzzle on it to clean it off, before approaching the rest of the group. She turned to the others, only allowing her own wounds to be tended after everyone else's. She turned to the others, nodding to Addy.
"We should start to head back to Hira, but we need to make camp first, the night is falling and if we push it much further we won't be prepared for any more cultists."
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Post by Jennycallie on Aug 17, 2018 17:16:21 GMT -6
Congratulations on completing your plot!
Full rewards to Kathra, Alyshia, Addeva, Delta, Greer, Amber, Jushiro, Skoll, Greer
The Cultists may have made your group of Valkyries and Kirins pay for every inch in blood, but you triumphed in the end. Few who might lay eyes on the grisly aftermath of the battle could fail to see the Valkyries as anything other than a force to be reckoned with. Wounded and weary, your group camps briefly before heading back to make a full report to Hira and the Circle, who commend your bravery. |
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