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| Grande Bataille; Hunting and killing lysan style, open to all. | |
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| Topic Started: Fri Aug 13, 2010 10:10 pm (206 Views) | |
| Lysan | Fri Aug 13, 2010 10:10 pm Post #1 |
 
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Lysan smiled, then frowned, then smiled again. It had not been a good day so far, and it seemed about to get worse. He looked down at the smashed stick of metal that had been his sword and moved it up to his eyes – it had been a good sword and had seen him through many tough times, and to see it snapped like a twig in an a viscous instant had shocked him and dug right into his chest. He stared blankly upwards at the now looming presence above him, which seemed a world away. Slowly, his senses regained some form of consciousness, and he remembered the danger he was in. Standing over him was one of the huge behemoths that roamed the plains, preying on the more helpless of races and creatures that were stupid enough to trespass on its territory. Lysan, before now, had not considered himself one of life’s more stupid creatures, but his view was beginning to change. Despite knowing fully that there was a behemoth in the area and that he had no way to deal with it, he had marched straight into its den and drawn a sword at it. Luckily for Lysan, behemoths were also generally stupid. Though being a two tonne killing machine armed to the teeth with an array of deadly and violent weaponry, brains were certainly not among the behemoth’s repertoire. Layers of meaty muscle packed into a lithe, lean frame may have created a ruthless, dangerous predator capable of destroying creatures double its size, but when it came down to chess, the behemoth came an easy second-place. They had been tricked in the past, and they could be tricked again – all it took was some time for careful thought. Time was a commodity Lysan could not afford, however, as the beast swung out at him with alarming speed. It was all he could do to dive backwards out of the way, watching his sword fly away from him as he did. Not that it would have been much good, in the circumstances – behemoth hides were notoriously difficult to pierce. Lysan scrambled up and dived again, just dodging a mighty swipe by the creature, which had stood up on its hind legs. Think, clearly, think! Lysan cried to himself as he sprang across the scorched plains, closely pursued by the creature. He knew ways to beat it, though theory was never the same as practice. In theory, the weaker flesh on the underside of the tail, away from the gigantic chest muscles and the thicker outer hide, could be ruptured to severely damage the behemoth’s nervous system. All that Lysan had to do was find a way to break through into the flesh, which was easier said than done. He was miles away from the city, miles away from anything sharp and only metres away from a hulking beast intent on chewing on his intestines. He could smell the meaty, rotting breath bearing down on his neck. He knew he didn’t have long – that he would tire from dodging the blows while his aggressor remained awake and dangerous. He couldn’t keep running forever while he could only just see a glimpse of the city on the horizon. It wasn’t supposed to end like this, all the potential he’d thought he’d had, broken after a single stupid moment of carelessness. He turned towards the creature, thinking to go down fighting. Both stood facing each other, about ten metres apart. The behemoth reared up to its full height, towering twenty foot above him, beating its chest, calling a challenge. Lysan sighed. It was over. All over. |
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| Enelya Norvayn | Tue Aug 17, 2010 7:41 am Post #2 |
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It was hot. And it wasn't the “oh, I'm a little bit uncomfortable, maybe I should go sit in the shade,” hot. Oh no. It was the “I can feel my cell walls collapsing in upon themselves,” hot. The young botanical female leaned her head on the shoulder of her faithful companion, Ark. He was kind enough to give the tired little thing a piggy-back ride, due to her utter exhaustion. The sun beat down on the two, making Enelya quite uncomfortable. She never remembered the sun back home being this intrusive. Her mouth was dry, and everything was covered in sand. Terrible, horrible, irritating sand. It got into everything! It had all burned down to a simple trudge through the desert to get to Taras. There was a refugee camp there, and Enelya was determined to put herself to good use, and help someone. As Ark reached the top of a particularly tall sand dune, Enelya could see a rather peculiar sight. A duel between a speck of a man and a hunk of a beast battled several miles away. Conveniently for the man, he was in the desert, and could be easily spotted by the traveling pair. Enelya's eyes opened wide, scared for the poor man. He was in trouble! She needed to help him! Enelya leaped off Ark's back and pulled her quarterstaff from upon her own back. “Come on, Ark! We need to help that man!” She yelled behind her, running furiously down the dune. There was no way that Enelya would be able to walk away from someone needing her help! Even if she wasn't really one for combat... Once she reached the battling monster and human, she ran between the two of them and screamed, trying to make herself look more like a threat to the huge thing in front of her. She stuck her staff into the sand, then grabbed onto it, swung her small, petite body around, and kicked sand upwards, casting it into the monster's eyes. And while blinded, Enelya dropped down, thrusting her hands into the sand, causing thorny, dead and gnarled vines to rise and entangle the behemoth in front of her. The vines wrapped around and around the huge thing, limiting its motor skills. She looked back to the man behind her, hoping that that had bought him enough time for whatever he needed to do to get back on his feet. Because.. this was about as much as the benign little Enelya could do for him. She pulled her quarterstaff from the sand and began to back away slowly as the huge monster began to rip the vines from his body. "Your turn." She breathed to the man. |
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| Ark | Tue Aug 17, 2010 8:05 am Post #3 |
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Ark trudged on, half of his usual garments dangling from his waist. It was terribly circumstantial that, with Kalix as pale as he was, he only wore black; he had to keep himself covered from the sun, but also keep himself free of layers. On top of the blistering sun, the poor little flower girl of his life was taking most of the drain. If he was taxed this bad, he couldn't imagine how hard it was for Enelya. Ark went so far as to help carry her through the desert on his back. Focusing on one step after the other was all Ark could do at the moment, having reached a huge dune. One wrong step would send him flat on his face and the pair of bodies sliding back down to the bottom. The half-elf stopped at the top to take a breather when his passenger suddenly leaped off his back shouting something about helping someone. Ark glanced up to see her running ahead of him toward... a behemoth!? Ark bolted after Enelya, "That thing is DANGEROUS! Do you plan on swabbing its ear to death!? Would you STOP!" Sadly, he knew his plea fell on deaf ears. When someone was in trouble, Enelya wouldn't stop to consider death for herself. He let out a low roar of frustration, grabbing his longsword and launching it into the air. The blade flashed the blinding sun across the desert plains before landing blade first into the sand near the behemoth's prey with an audible ka-chunk. With his own masterwork in hand, the halfbreed's feet took him as fast as he could to the rear of the beast, sliding under the massive tail as Enelya's magic took root, slicing upward with the katana. Momentum mixed with the dry sand took him clear of the beast's thrashing as he jolted back to his feet, ready to pounce on the beast's back if it even thought about moving at Enelya. |
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| Lysan | Tue Aug 17, 2010 11:02 am Post #4 |
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This was an unexpected turn of events. Instead of having been slashed into a million pieces, Lysan was alive and more to the point, uninjured and able to get back on his feet. He turned to face the beast and started in wonder as something struck a staff into the ground, covering the behemoth in vines. He was even more surprised when a sword twanged into the sand next to him. Moments later another figure charged at the creature, plunging a katana into its tail. Standing still wearing a look of surprise and awe while fighting a dangerous enemy is not a particularly survivalist stance to take if one’s life is valued, and Lysan quickly realised this. He stepped back for a moment and thought about the situation – one female, seemingly visibly damaged by the heat and sand; one male capable of using a blade and holding his own, though he seemed to be protecting the woman; and Lysan, capable of doing god-knows-what with an arsenal of unpredictable spells and weapons too heavy for him to handle. We’ve got this in the bag… He could start by helping the woman – focusing his energy on the sky and yelling something arcane sounding, he drew Lionheart, the sword strapped to his other hip.OOC: I just used summon rain, if it wasn’t clear. As the first droplets of rain started to his the floor, Lysan lifted the sword up and released its power; the power of a thousand avenged souls that were locked in the blade. At once, hope gushed through his veins and into the surroundings. The feeling of inevitable victory, no matter how hard exploded in the front of his mind. But how to gain this victory? Too easy, haha! Raising Lionheart up to his shoulder, he screamed and charged at the behemoth. On the way, igniting his sword into a raging flame he shouted one final incoherent battle cry and leapt at the behemoth’s thrashing body. “Ahh, shi-!” (OOC: sorry for the icky and incoherent post. It’s far too early in the morning and my brain has turned to mush with the holidays.) |
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| Enelya Norvayn | Tue Aug 17, 2010 10:55 pm Post #5 |
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She could hear Ark crying out, telling her to stop, but there was no way that she could do that. She'd have to do her usual “but he needed help!” explanation. Enelya knew that she had presented such a case to Ark countless times before, and every time she got the same scolding. Though at this point in her life, Enelya hardly feared death. She'd experienced it so many times that it was... well.. almost an expected thing. Almost like a little nap from life. One of the many perks to being a humanoid plant, she supposed. The beast roared in pain as Ark slashed through his flesh. Enelya winced slightly, the pain of others wasn't a pleasant sound to her, at all. She looked back to the man she was supposed to be helping... and it seemed as if he was helping her! Rain fell from the sky, moistening her sun-damaged skin. A soft smile creased her face as she looked up into the cloudless sky, soaking up the wonderful droplets. She gave the young man a thankful nod, appreciating his thoughtfulness. Her eyes followed him as he rushed into battle against the behemoth. She raised an eyebrow, and wondered if he really had meant to run into the beast's thrashing arms... Enelya bit her lip as she stuck her hands into the scorching sand once more, causing even more vines to wrap around the behemoth. Hopefully that would limit its thrashing, and give the man a chance to pierce it with his sword. Though her vines were strong, it was hard for her to keep them wrapped around the monster. It was strong, and had one hell of a will to live. Enelya wanted to honor that will, but knew the maliciousness of its intentions. She tried with all of her might to aid both Ark and the stranger, but was pretty worthless in such a battle. |
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| Ark | Wed Aug 18, 2010 2:21 am Post #6 |
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Ark had to physically restrain himself from dropping his sword to enjoy the sudden pouring of rain. Magical or not, it was heavenly bliss compared to what they put up with prior in the day. In a smooth, obviously rehersed motion, Ark thrust his sword into the sand, threw his hair back, and jerked his coat up from around his waist to sleeve his arms. The wet, black leather slapped against his chest as he yanked his sword back from the earth, soggy grains dripping from the blade. With Enelya being on the business of a Behemoth, Ark wouldn't normally be one to second guess his cause, but the fact that not only had this human not drop his problems on the two of them and run, he chose to help and launch himself back into the fray. Soon, a pleasantly surprised Ark was overwelmed with the "pleasant" feeling to the point of near elation the half-elf could only assume was another doing of the human. Ark might actually have to get to know this man. As Enelya cast her spell again, Ark visuallized his chance and lurched forward. Leaping onto the beasts back, he jumped between its shoulders and lifted his blade. With a roar of fury, Ark swung the blade as hard as he might, but even the masterfully crafted katana mearly dug into the surface flesh of the Behemoth's neck. The monster let loose a roar of its own, careening itself while ripping free of numerous vines. Ark's balance faultered and the back of a mighty arm slammed into his side, sending him flying into the sand while leaving his blade wedged into the beast's sternocleidomastoid muscle. OCC: Too early in the evening for me to operate, now, too; but that's so not going to stop me from looking up anatomy terms. |
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| Lysan | Sun Aug 22, 2010 10:06 am Post #7 |
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It is said that when a near-death experience occurs, an individual becomes infinitely calm and enlightened about various aspects of life. Namely, their impending death. As he plunged his sword into the flesh under the behemoth’s ribs, dodging the frantically thrashing arms, he experienced what could only be called a moment of extreme calmness. His death became a certainty as the beast reared and became ready to strike at the now helpless figure who was attempting to pull his lodged sword out of the tough, meaty flesh. Life slowed down, the seconds becoming minutes as a raised arm, dropping like thunder from the sky, swung steadily towards him. But then- That was lucky… The arm was checked – a new set of vines constricted the movement just as the arm neared the end of its swing; it sprung back suddenly, held in place. Not for long however – the beast just thrashed even more and began ripping the vines from its body. Looking over at the plant-lady, Lysan smiled, then returned to the job of pulling out his sword. At last, it came free and he rolled backwards, temporarily out of reach. Readying his sword again, he raised it to the beast- Which howled in pain. The other fellow that accompanied the plant-lady was flung from the creature onto the sand but not without leaving his mark – a blade stuck out from its neck, drawing blood and piercing the skin of the creature. Feeling that encouragement was needed by his apparent comrades, he called out in a what he hoped was a supporting voice; “Come on! We can take this thing down!” Crying inside, he checked his options. Of course! They needed more firepower, and the only way to get it was by summoning some creature or another. These were perfect conditions for an air elemental to join in the fight; raising his gaze to the sky, Lysan called upon the beast to fight with him. On cue, a change in the air signified the arrival of a being from the Plane of Air. Taking an almost transparent form, it readied itself for battle with the creature. Four against one? I think so. Igniting his sword again, Lysan charged again. (OOC: If you want to finish the beasty off, go ahead.) Edited by Lysan, Sun Aug 22, 2010 10:06 am.
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