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Post by lana on Sept 27, 2009 20:59:10 GMT -5
((LOL I know how silly this looks, but Lana's account is being used to RP AN NPC in this post! Also, I expect no one to understand the subject title except for Kouichi. ...that's only if she's listened to and appreciates Adam Gregory though  )) " Help!!" There was a shriek, a crash, and a house exploded into nothing but rubble and fire in the minimally-populated village just outside of Purwater Pond. It was one of those ones not even on the main road, it was hidden a few ways into the forest. With that in mind, it was no wonder no one would hear the citizens' pleas for help as vicious Sumata soldiers separated and killed families, tearing mothers from their children, and beat husbands to death in front of their wives. It was a cruel and violent act, unjustly taken out because the people who inhabited the tiny village were 'rebels', one of many hidden throughout the lands of Crepusculum that plotted against the Sumata. Someone had informed them...and now everyone had a terrible fate to face. Amidst all the commotion, a woman who looked to be somewhere in her early twenties, draped in a short-sleeved, low-cut top and long blue skirt sprinted from the back door of her home, bolting through the forest out to the main road to seek help. Her long brown hair, done up in a ponytail flapped wildly against her back as she ran. Not too far now, it was only a few feet ahead... Pain suddenly shot through the back of her head as her hair was yanked, pulling her back and stalling her only for enough of a moment as gloved hands grabbed her roughly by the arms and threw her to the ground. She flailed, she kicked, she squirmed with every inch of fight she had but she could not knock her attackers off. "Let me go!! Aiiieeeeeeeee!" she screamed and saw the flash of a large axe over her head. In half a second it would all be over. |
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Post by vincent on Sept 27, 2009 21:04:06 GMT -5
And at the same time the flash of the axe came spiralling down towards the young woman, so came the flash of a flame that burst through the army of Sumata soldiers.
"Is there a problem here?" Vincent asked, having been travelling through Unda at the moment and heard the shrieking of the young lady that was pinned under a couple of men. He had his sword drawn and he gave no hint that he was going to settle this manner with simple words.
...Probably because he didn't expect them to, either.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Sept 27, 2009 21:11:06 GMT -5
"I think there is" An one eye man answers him. He had a lance in his hand, and he looked at the guy, "You can let the pretty lady, or you can force the hand of chivalrous men."
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Post by lana on Sept 27, 2009 21:29:02 GMT -5
"Halt!"
The few soldiers that hadn't been caught in the burst of flame flung their weapons and pointed them at Vincent. Most of the six soldiers around had knives and swords of varying sizes and shapes--a little dorky-looking, what with them all wearing the same armor and everything--one of them even had a fully-loaded crossbow that was aimed straight at the tanned man's head.
"Official Sumata business. Drop your weapons and place your hands behind your head," the soldier with the crossbow barked at Vincent and Yeligar. As the woman got to her feet one of the soldiers grabbed her roughly, binding her hands behind her back and holding a knife to her throat. These guys apparently wanted her alive? They'd have to do exactly as they were commanded to, then.
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Post by vincent on Sept 27, 2009 21:45:53 GMT -5
Vincent never moved, nor gave much of any reaction to the weapons pointed at him and his partner.
'I could always fake this...drop sword, and as they come in attack with my hidden knives...but not only does one have a weapon with a trigger but I doubt they'll keep the girl alive whether I surrender or not--they didn't seem to keen on keeping her alive a moment ago, anyway...'
Vincent moved quickly, taking his sword with a smile and stabbing it hard into the soft ground by his feet. The ground crackled in all different directions, and a column of fire erupted behind the soldier who held the woman hostage, his back scorched and forcing him to let her go.
In the meantime, just before the attack set off, Vincent tore his sword from the ground and dove straight into the soldiers in front of him, risking the shot from the crossbow to the head.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Sept 27, 2009 21:53:27 GMT -5
Yeligar pressed his green blade into his lance and swung his lance at the Crossbow wielder. A thick wall of wind was sent towards him sending him far away. He then send the other blades to the other soldiers, stabbing them.
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Post by lana on Sept 27, 2009 22:10:32 GMT -5
Releasing the woman, the first soldier squealed in pain, watching only for a moment as the blond-haired man drove himself straight into the pile of soldiers. He grabbed his knife back firmly in his hand, lunging straight at Vincent ready to stab into his face.
The other soldiers grunted and growled as the men attacked. One took a leap back as Vincent came at them, and turned his attention to the other man with the eyepatch, Yeligar, twirling his sword and charging at the warlord with the blade pointed at his chest.
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Post by vincent on Sept 27, 2009 22:17:46 GMT -5
Vincent swung his sword upward diagonally, deflecting the attacks of one of the other soldiers before ducking low and thrusting his body into the soldier who lunged at his face.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Sept 27, 2009 22:17:56 GMT -5
Yeligar looked at him. "The wind is not one for fighting." He swung his sword and a pillar of wind came towards him, cutting up anything in it's path. "But it will rip you up into pieces."
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Post by lana on Sept 27, 2009 22:26:24 GMT -5
One, two...all six, even some of the reinforcements that showed up were sent barrelling into each other, the trees, and the ground either dead or fatally injured. The soldier Vincent had just knocked into had clumsily enough fallen upon his own weapon, wounding himself while the man faced to do battle with Yeligar's windstorm was torn morbidly into pieces, painting the green-blue grass of the land a deep crimson.
Among the groans of the dying and injured, the young brown-haired woman curled up against a tree, her eyes wide with the scene before her and the incredible amount of bravery and power that was just displayed in front of her.
Panic suddenly struck her again however as she remembered her village and its people, her neighbours, friends, and family--all dying. Leaping to her feet she ran towards the two men.
"H-help! Please, there are more of them attacking this way--everyone will die!" she cried out and pointed through the thick grouping of trees towards the tiny village. Just beyond the trees, the screaming of more people along with swords clashing could barely be heard.
"Please!" she cried again, shaking as she prayed her family was safe.
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Post by vincent on Sept 27, 2009 22:31:29 GMT -5
Vincent nodded at the lady as she came running towards them. As she pleaded to them, he stuck his hand out to her, readied his sword and headed in the direction she pointed them in.
"Nothing we can't handle, right, Sir?" Vincent's determination shined through with a smile, as odd as that was for a man on the battlefield.
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Post by lana on Sept 27, 2009 22:48:38 GMT -5
She followed behind them, keeping close enough in case she herself was attacked again. As they came through to the village there lay a bloody scene of people dying, crying, and crawling along a blood-stained ground while soldiers slashed away at innocent people with swords, knives, and some even with maces.
There must have been at least another twenty soldiers to attack the small village of what used to be not even one hundred people. It'd be lucky if any were alive after a massacre like this.
Someone's loud and booming voice shouted out--it was impossible to make out what the person said, but the source seemed to come from one of the mace-wielding soldiers standing near the centre of the village, by the well. He wore a red cape and pointed at the three people near the entrance to the village--Vincent and Yeligar were instantly noted as ones with weapons but obviously not part of the Sumata clan.
As it was to be guessed, the shouting from the man was an order to have them killed, seeing as how suddenly the soldiers' attention went straight from killing everyone in the village to killing the guys 'trying to be heroes.'
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Sept 27, 2009 22:59:33 GMT -5
"Of course, we can handle it." He said with a smile. "We are some of the best around. Now, Vincent, would you like the Red cape mace-man? I can handle most of the rest of them, while you get a leader, and you can have some of the others."
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Post by vincent on Sept 27, 2009 23:16:54 GMT -5
"Well, whatever it is we're doing we'd better do it quick," Vincent dashed ahead, already making his way to the centre of the village, "if you're alright here I'll crack big-and-ugly down!"
Bursting through the wave of soldiers, Vincent hacked and slashed away at the attacks and open, unguarded parts of enemy bodies expertly.
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Post by lana on Sept 27, 2009 23:24:22 GMT -5
The wave attacked, the first few men attacking both Vincent and Yeligar with swords and daggers. Two came directly at Yeligar, followed by another swinging a mace right for Yeligar's legs while the two men in front of him distracted him with sword-fighting.
Others attacked Vincent as he pushed through to get to the centre. One was sent flying into a tree, and another got a slice up the backside for not guarding properly. The leading soldier, standing by the well stared on ahead unphased as the tanned figure of Vincent effortlessly made his way down the path towards him.
"Peh..."
In actuality, he wasn't much for a soldier...he was enough to lead a small army, but come on, the guy was carrying a mace. The heavily armoured man waited patiently until Vincent came towards him...
And then attacked with a surprising amount of speed for a man of his size, of nearly three hundred pounds alone, without the armour. He swung the mace directly down at Vincent's head the moment he showed up.
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