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| Topic Started: Sun Apr 17, 2011 2:04 am (384 Views) | |
| Ahriman Lordimar | Sun Apr 17, 2011 2:04 am Post #1 |
 
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He could feel the pain venting through his nostrils, and burning in his chest. Whatever they had done to him, he could feel something was missing from him now. Every shadow he touched felt almost hollow compared to what it used to be, he couldn't see anything beyond the black marks in the dirt he stepped in. It was almost painful, feeling like someone had left him alone. Damn the gods, and their insufferable lack of mercy! He ground his teeth and pressed his fingers into the bark of the nearest tree, clawing his nails into it for a moment before running as hard as he could. His legs pumped hard, his black hair matting to his face and blood trickling down his face. They had been dogging him for at least four days, and he could smell them in the air. The one thing they could never take from him was his instincts, he knew someone was behind him and he wouldn't stop running until he collapsed in the dirt dead. "By the gods...I can smell the sea air... just a bit further..." He finally reached the edge of the trees, tripping over a stone and falling into the sand. He could feel the sand running through his fingers and growled, ignoring the grinding pain under his nails. The shore was his home, and he could feel the closer ease of being at home as he reached the water. His crew was near, and he could see sails on the horizon. He'd have to hold them off for at least an hour, at least if he wanted to survive the assault. The pirate moved to a small dock nearby, running over it's boards and stopping at the end of it. The rocking of the dock would be something that he could stand, and he hoped that none of the men following him had the same kind of training. If they did, there was always the option of jumping backwards and swimming for his merry life, though that didn't sit well with him. He pulled the cutlass from his waist and twirled it through the air, watching as the first of the attackers came through the trees, firing his crossbow and running forward with a longsword. He easily knocked the dart aside, but he could feel his wounds aching in on him, and he knew their leader wouldn't be far behind. And if he was anything like the last assassin he had met this would end badly. The assassin came in on him, and Ahriman deflected the first blow, spinning and slamming his fist into the assassin's gut, using the split second time he had to stab into his chest. A small splash was all the noise the fool got to make before he was sent to the deep. A growl was the only battle-cry the pirate could make before rushing forward towards the next rush of assassins. The first of them fell to the floor as a bolt of lightning fried him to a crisp, a caw coming from the sky to warn the assassin's of their next enemy. Elnora, the thunder-bird swooped down to pick up and toss her smoldering prey. "C'mon then ye dogs, try 'an kill me before yer boss sees what cowards he brought ta' these shores!" He rushed forward, his feet moving on instinct, dipping him out of the way of incoming attacks, moving out of the way of slashes and stabs, and rushing him forward to strike down the fools ahead of him. He wasn't sure if he was stricken with anxiety and fear, or if he was excited for the battle ahead. Either way, blood was beginning to stain the sands and he was beginning to see red. |
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| Vyse | Sun Apr 17, 2011 2:12 am Post #2 |
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Vyse quitely watched from the shadow of the forest at the man fighting off the dark assailants, he drew his longsword and watched for a while, grinning at the thought of stopping these men from slaughtering an innocent, "Look no further for help..." whispered Vyse as he dashed down into the sands, cutting open an assassin's back as he hailed the haggard warrior, "Good times eh, friend? Allow me to help you." Picking up the assassin's fallen sword he strikes a fighting pose to help fight the incoming foes. "Fear the might of the Noclan!" Roared Vyse as he set off into battle, spinning, twirling, slashing all in a rhythmic performance, his blades seem to sing as they cut through the air as he fights towards, hopefully, a soon to be new ally. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Sun Apr 17, 2011 2:28 am Post #3 |
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He wasn't one to look a gift-horse in the mouth but Ahriman was always skeptical of someone showing up from nowhere to help. He looked over the young-looking man and shook his head, without a word he rushed forward into the crowd of assassin's. A crossbow bolt pounded into the base of his knee, sending him sprawling to the ground for a moment. He didn't even bother to tear it out, bringing himself up from the sand and holding himself against a tree. He could barely dodge the incoming blows of an assassin as he felt the bolt grinding into his knee-cap. He growled in rage and pushed forward grabbing the base of the hilt that was jutting in at him and stabbing under it, his blade tearing into the attacker's lung and sending him sprawling into the dirt. He shook his head, his snow white scarf starting to stain red in all this fury and battle, which was something he wasn't quite so happy about. Looking down at his knee, he took the few seconds away from battle to tear the bolt out, dropping into the sands and tossing it aside. He took in a deep breath and grabbed his wound with his free hand, holding off the incoming attacks while trying to hold off the bleeding. The confusion of battle was always annoying for him when trying to remember his spell incantations. "Mend ossa, carne e cucire insieme." He grunted in pain as his wound was washed with whtie light, not even giving it the time to close before rushing into battle. He could feel a burning sensation in his knee, but now was the time to ignore it. Using all the force he could, he sent the next assassin's attack to the side and rushed forward, tackling the man into the sand and sending both weapons aside. He didn't even think to return his, palming an incoming dagger for a moment before slamming the man's hand into the dirt and snapping his wrist entirely. He used the moment to headbutt the man, knocking him clean out and giving the prince-turned-pirate time to roll off of his quarry and rush to his weapon. He could feel the hairs standing on the back of his neck now, knowing something was coming. Eyes were looking in on him now, from the trees and down the shore. "Oy, lad! Ye might want ta' get on yer A-game. They'll be comin' in stronger soon..." Another crack of lightning sent one of the trees nearby to the ground, crushing a man beneath it's burning mass. The blue wings of the thunder-bird flapping above and shadowing the beach as she passed over. The beloved bird was protective of her master, and she'd rather die a thousand times then let the captain fall to rogues. And at this rate, he could feel that she was going to be needed more then ever. Shadows began to form behind him, and a figure in all black lashed out of his shadow and formed into an assassin in all black, their face masked and their body covered in hundreds of weapons. He barely turned to knock the blade off of a fatal course, but he couldn't stop it from stabbing into his lung. Blood trickled from his mouth as he looked into the yellow eyes of the next killer out for his blood. He could smell the blood-lust and desire to kill him all over the murderer, and it made his stomach tie up into knots. |
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| Vyse | Sun Apr 17, 2011 2:39 am Post #4 |
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Vyse laughed as his blades started to pick up speed, as he dealt two killing blows on his opponents, taking many light marks across his left arm and a gash right below his left eye. "Ya shouldn't be talking durin' a fight, unless its witty banter!" shouted Vyse as he charged the newest target. He brings his longsword bearing down on his from above as his other sword strikes at his legs with a sharp stab, trying to debilitate the foe for his wounded ally. "None shall die but the cowardly dogs! NOCLAN!" Vyse bellowed as he fell into a blind combat rage. In his new state, his style seems to have changed... from being fluid like water to being as fast and strong as lightning. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Sun Apr 17, 2011 2:59 am Post #5 |
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The kid had quite a pair on him, he'd give him that. The pirate fell back over himself, using the action to roll as the assassin rushed forward to dodge the incoming blows from behind. He knew the type that they would send after him, his brother never one to spare a single coin as far as killing his bastard brother went. It always warmed his heart to think his family still thought of him enough to not spare any expense, at least as far as killing him went. He smiled, kicking up as the assassin crossed over him to send the heavy form skittering across the sands. The figure rushed to it's feet, pulling two daggers from their boot and stared down the pair. He was quite sure that there wasn't any more assassins now that the leader had shown himself, but he wasn't one to be too careless. At least until it came time to find a nice barroom to brawl in, it was always a fun party. "Ye'r not exactly lookin' at even odds here, lad. really wanna keep fightin'? Am I that much of a payday for ye carnivorous dogs?" He looked at his would-be assistant before pulling his scarf off and wrapping it around his sword arm, rushing forward with his open hand ready. He was already reeling in his mind, sorting out the words for a spell as he rushed in. He was hoping the young man could do his work while the pirate kept the slaughterer busy, at least unless this assassin was as strong as the last one. "Guarda oltre la realtà, e vedere nel regno della surrealtà." The air around his empty hand seemed to rush in on himself, and a massive figure suddenly towered itself over the assassin, massive branch-like arms reaching down from it's bulky body. The assassin rushed forward, slashing at the incoming arms of the illusion, buzzing and pestilent flies coming from the massive tree-like giant to surround the assassin like a swarm of locust. The illusion wouldn't hurt him, of course, but it was the perfect image to buy a few seconds and let their teeth bare down on the poor fool. He stopped moving, skidding to a halt and rushing towards the port and waiting. He wouldn't bear in now, knowing that the illusion would break itself and his ruse would be found. With a sharp whistle, a bolt of lightning crackled hard into the water just in front of the pier, warning the ship that wasn't far out to sea to come in to port. He could see the sail coming in now, the morning sun hidden behind a mailed fist. The Mille Figli was a beautiful ship, and the five men that were on it would be all the reinforcements any man would need to hold off an army of assassins. With a smile on his face, Ahriman turned and waited. Once the younger man made his move, he could easily rush in and land the killing blow. And all the while that he planned, the assassin stabbed his way through the illusion, a throwing knife not following shortly after to land short of Ahriman in the wood of the pier. He could hear a rustling in the trees, and could feel eyes pressing in on him from all directions. "Ohh, ye should steel yerself lad.." |
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| Vyse | Sun Apr 17, 2011 3:09 am Post #6 |
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Vyse growled as his swords slashed down at the assailant's back and stabbed at his legs, "Let them come!" he let his swords go in for a deep bite of the man's flesh before ripping his blades to the side to open the wounds wider. Vyse roared in victory as he quickly backed off and circled around to get closer to his ally, the blood thirst not fading from his eyes as he went in once more from the side, doing a telegraphed slash at the man's neck, trying to force him to duck the blow so as soon as he ducks, his off-hand blade would strike up, trying to catch him in the chest and throat. "If you have something up yer sleeve friend, I suggest you use it now before this assassin calls in reinforcements!" Vyse blurted out as his rage starts to end, his blows being slower then they once were. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Sun Apr 17, 2011 3:34 am Post #7 |
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He felt a familiar feeling in the air, and when he finally see who was leading the army that was chasing after him now his blood went cold. He couldn't blurt out that the young fighter should run, and never look back to try and help the pirate. A man in all white stepped from the shadow of the trees, at least thirty men stepping out from behind him. He was quite sure there was many more waiting in the trees behind them. Oh the things that came for a pirate at night. The man in white slicked back his hair, drawing a rectangular blade from his back and looking over the two men in front of him. He was sure that Valentine had gotten quite a bit stronger since the last time they had met, but Ahriman had no desire to find out exactly how he had grown. He stepped forward, reaching his hand towards the young boy before Valentine did his job for him. "I'm sorry gentlemen, but I'm going to have to ask you to put your weapons down. I have a hundred soldiers in the woods, and there are at least three ships coming in to ensure your petty rabble can't help you now, Prince Ahriman." He growled, annoyed that his pirate ruse was broken before his very eyes. He couldn't hide it now, and he was quite sure there would be questions from his crew. The only one amongst them that knew of their captain's past was Luka, and he was sure that young lad would follow him to the gates of hell before he turned his back on him. He had started to love the lad as a brother in these later years, and their time in Imythess had reinforced that almost a hundred fold. With a smile, Ahriman walked forward to stand next to the dual wielding berserker that had come to his aid, shaking his head to try and signify that this wasn't the place to fight. His accent was gone from his voice, and his words were all articulated like a man who spent at least twenty years in the court, "You'll want to put your weapons away, Lad. We'll have somewhere to run soon..." He pulled the bow off of his back, letting out a sharp whistle as he let the arrow fly high. After a few seconds, lightning struck down hard, the arrow being a guide for the bird to make the lightning hit the base of two trees, sending them flying and burning. Ahriman spun, rushing towards the end fo the pier as the ship arrived and let down two boards to lock into the dock. Ahriman whistled twice as he rushed up, indicating for them to wait for the boy until they started off. He could already see the boats off in the distance, coming in. He could only hope that they didn't have artillery, or this would turn out to be a really rough fight. "Hold them off while he gets aboard! Keep Mora aboard, we won't be holding this place for long!" He ignored the strange looks about his voice, simply nodding to Luka. He and the young pirate had discussed this many times over the years, knowing that the day would come when they would have to either hold down an insurrection, or go off alone into the seas. Valentine sighed, holding the bridge of his nose between two fingers. He always hated when it came to such stupid dealings. With a wave of his hands, a massive wave of crossbow bolts flew from the treeline in an attempt to at least kill one of them before they could get off of the dock. He raised his blade for a moment before waving it wide, "Have at them, lads! Leave the Prince in one piece!" And with the roaring sound of battle, a score of the assassins rushed forward. Ahriman cursed his luck, hoping they could get off of the dock before any of them got on board. He drew another arrow back and fired into the coming wave, hoping that it'd at least slow a few of them down. The gods luck wasn't something he could ever rely on getting. |
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| Vyse | Sun Apr 17, 2011 3:43 am Post #8 |
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Vyse's vision was no longer streaked red with his blood wrath as the soldiers stepped out, he stood stunned only for a second as his new ally spoke like a noble, then again from the man in white he called him "prince". Vyse sighed as he ran towards the ship, but to late as two arrows landed squarely in his back as he flopped down onto the deck, groaning in pain he tried to crawl out of the way of the sailors. "I hope you've got a good medic on board, I don't think what little healing I know will help these wounds," Vyse said in a tired and almost bored voice as he sat up, hopefully, out of the way of the crew. He made sure to keep his head down as he spoke, so as to not take an arrow in the the head. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Sun Apr 17, 2011 4:16 am Post #9 |
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The ship cast itself off, the grappling ramps sliding off and barely clinging to the side of the ship. The wind took into the sails, pulling the masterwork boat through the water and just out of the way as cannonballs pounded into where it was just sitting. He could hear the thumping of crossbow bolts into the back of the ship as they went on, knowing there had to be more ships on the horizon waiting for them. "I know about enough to keep you going, but I'm sure that's about as much as you know." Regardless of what he said, he pulled one of the arrows from the lad's back, whispering the incantation of his heal spell to lightly close the wound. He'd be able to move, at least, which would be useful if one of the coming ships boarded them. He could smell it in the air, the feeling of battle that was always amazingly unsettling. "Get ready for a squall lads! I'll prepare to fire off the arrows, just prepare to fight off any boarders!" They nodded, he could tell that many of them were uncomfortable with him now. They were pirates that fought against the royals, and working amongst a man who was obviously one of those filthy dogs wasn't something that brought comfort to any of them. And almost a mile ahead, he could see a ship coming straight for their own. He cursed his luck and ran for the front of the ship, gripping the dragon-head that adorned it beautifully. Dimitri's eyes were dormant, and he knew they would remain that way until he called upon it to unleash it's wrath. Pressing a dragonic necklace he kept tied around his waist into it's forehead, he waited until they began to close in on the ship. "Cry, Dimitri! Tear the enemies apart!" With a whistle, the dragon-head's eyes lit up bright yellow, a massive roar coming from it's wooden throat. As they neared the ship, a massive storm of lightning and wrath washed over the enemy ship, singing the wood in it's siding, and causing fires to erupt all over it's surface. He could see the sails starting to burn as stray lightning caught hold of it. He couldn't stop them from being next to their ship, however. Many hooks caught into their ship as the enemy boat began to sink, at least ten of the enemy navy-men hoisting themselves over to the Mille Figli before their own ship went down below the waves. How he hated the resilient men of the navy sometimes, making him have to work for his own escape. Kicking back a rum bottle he had tied to his belt, Ahriman rushed forward into the fray of enemies. He was a monster to fight on land, but the sea was his home and he would fight here like a demon. The first man brought his blade up towards his face, getting the flat of the blade knocked aside as the glorious edge of the moonsea cutlass crossed over the navy-man's own cutlass, breaking the hilt into two pieces before the man's hand followed suit. He smiled a grim smile and sent his masterfully crafted blade through the man's midsection, sending half of him off the edge of the boat and the other half to the floor of the ship. He began to see red again, the billowing of his scarf flying off of the side of his arm, his raven black hair following suit as the sea winds blew hard. And sadly, to his dismay, not in their favor at all. |
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| Vyse | Sun Apr 17, 2011 4:24 am Post #10 |
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Vyse looked on in awe at the Ahriman, seeing him cut people to pieces with a glorious and well made blade, it made him re-live his days during training, seeing his master cut dummies to pieces with a few measly slashes. Vyse shakes off being starstruck long enough to pick up his longsword in his right hand and using the assassin's sword as a thrown weapon, chucking it at the men who are trying to board. "What do you think our chances are friend?" questioned Vyse as he concentrated on trying to balance as he fought a boarding navy man. Vyse's movements are obviously impeded, it seems like sheer luck that the navy man falls to his slash at his chest. "And please tell me its at least a fightin' chance or I might not be able to keep on savin' yer hide." chuckled Vyse as he stepped forward to kick a navy man off the boat. Edited by Vyse, Sun Apr 17, 2011 5:11 am.
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Mon Apr 18, 2011 3:49 am Post #11 |
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He wasn't quite sure if he actually had a game-plan, just sort of winging it as he went along. He knew his only plan now was to outrun the enemy ships, and attempt to make it to either the cove, or Taras before the annoying fools on his tail caught up with their assassin leader and sent the prince-turned-pirate to the depths with the rest of his idiotic crew. But that was looking at it optimistically. He was quite sure he wouldn't have the ideal death for himself for he would be buried beneath the waves, the way any sailor would be glad to go. All he could do was chuckle as he kept on fighting, his moves almost like a dance through the crowds of fighters, slashing through sinews and sending men to the deck and over the edge into the waters below. As the last of the navy-men was off the ship, the pirate deftly slipped his blade back into it's hilt. With a smile, he grabbed the rope line of the sail and pulled himself slightly over the crowd to look out over the five men of his crew, and the new addition they had picked up on the shore. "C'mon lads! Press the ship on faster, and make for the cove! The pirates there will fight off any of these fools that try to make their way in with their royal sails! 'Til then, fight off any man that dare step foot onto the deck, and hide behind any part of the deck that'll help you from taking an arrow in the neck." An uncomfortable laugh washed over the crowd, and the captain dropped down from his perch. Luke approached his captain with a grim look on his face, and he knew what the lad had on his mind. Ahriman simply nodded, knowing what was going to come out of the lad's mouth before he said it. "The men might not be able to stick it out for this fight, Ahriman..." "Then we'll have to make it a good one, hm?" Ahriman smiled, patting Luka's shoulder softly before moving to the helm of his ship. He would have to steer it now, through the thick and thin of the coming waves. If there was one thing he could do best now, it would be guiding the ship, hopefully ahead and past any boats that would come in on them. Of course, the prince knew very well that his luck was never quite as good as he wished it to be. Valentine was likely on the closest boat that he could hop onto, guiding it at all speeds towards the Mille Figli and his quarry. And even if he had an advantage on the seas, Ahriman really wondered if he could take the man. Then again, last time they fought he was already heavily wounded, and he was lacking in the help that he had now. It wouldn't be long before his suspicions would be vindicated, either. On the horizon behind the boat at least two more ships were showing, their sails full of wind and at least one of them had a ballista setup on the top of the deck from what he could see. He couldn't catch a break, it seemed. With a whistle, the blue bird that circled overhead landed on the top of the mast, lightning cackling off of her beak as her wings blasted wave after wave of air into the sails of the pirate vessel. Elnora had done this many times before, pushing the boat forward with the power of her wings as best she could to try and escape capture, or catch up to a wounded vessel. And in this case, he had a sick feeling in his stomach that she wouldn't quite be enough. |
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| Vyse | Tue Apr 19, 2011 2:09 am Post #12 |
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Vyse stood there smirking at the predicament they were in, almost as if he was having fun. Now finally used to the rocking of the boat, he starts to almost waltz through, helping where he can, but never staying in one place for long. "Fun time eh? Ahriman was it? I'm Vyse Noclan, hope you don't mind me stealing aboard till we are routed our route them." Vyse spun the sword in his hand, tapping his foot as if he was listening to some form of music. "Its going to be a great day." mused Vyse as he went to rejoin his new pirate allies, humming an old song as he worked his way back across the ship. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Fri Apr 22, 2011 8:12 am Post #13 |
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"Glad to meet you, Vyse. I hope you enjoy the ride because it's gonna get even bumpier." The pirate captain put on a grand smile, but inside his stomach was tied into knots, and he could feel a sense of impending doom creeping up on him. Flashes of dreams he had of his own demise seemed to haunt him now, purple eyes staring at him from under a white top hat. He knew that the man in white in his dreams wasn't Valentine, but he knew if they went face-to-face it would be almost the same. A fate he wouldn't want for himself, or any other man of honor for that matter. He locked his jaw, banking the ship as hard as he could. The waves seemed to be cut beneath the mass of the Mille Figli, it's masterwork boarding like a knife against the rough currents of the beautiful moonsea. The first ship approached, it's mast quickly stricken from it's deck by a bolt from Elnora, her gracious blue wings spreading high over the ship's deck. A shadow was cast down on the enemy ship now, and boards locked into it's sides. With a sharp whistle, Loda unfastened a lock on the ship's grate. The iron bars quickly fell open, and a loud roar was heard from within. The massive paws of Mora slammed into the deck above, hoisting the Yeti's entire furred body up onto the deck. She was their secret weapon, and they needed her now more then ever. Ahriman smiled at the sight of his old friend, drawing his cutlass from it's sheath and raising it into the air, "To battle, Kill every man who fights back, and do it quick! We need to make for the south!" A loud cry of approval came from the crew. If their leader was a banished prince then every man on the ships coming after them was some sort of royal dog. that was the favorite enemy of the crew of the Mille Figli. Luka was the first one who passed over the boards, the young man easily slicing his blade into the nearest navy fool. The pirate lad had seen thousands of enemies on the pearl blue ocean, and he was trained by Ahriman himself. As soon as the others joined him, they were being swarmed. The royal navy-men outnumbered the pirates at least 3-to-1, odds that suited them just fine. As Luka was almost surrounded, Ahriman dipped into the battle. His agile form twisted under one of Luka's attacks, raising a blow behind Luka's to send the target flying. Another smooth movement sent another navy-man to the deck, his throat torn open. "Don't lose your footing, brother." He smiled at Luka, both of them nodding to one another before standing back to back. They had known each other for many years, and they could guess the others movements out of pure instinct at this point. Their movements were a dance of death, perfectly synchronized and perfectly practiced. Cutlass crossed cutlass, passing through throat after throat. A few of their foolish navy-men passed over the boards, to a foolish death. A yeti wasn't an enemy men wanted to fight. especially in close quarters. The first of them was sent flying, already dead before he hit the drink below. The second wasn't so lucky, the freezing grasp of the yeti turning him into ice as hard as stone. The yeti hated being at sea, and this was the only way she could ever vent that rage, in powerful rage and battle. The pirate couldn't help but smile at it all, if this was really going to be his last stand, at least it would be a beautiful one. |
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| Vyse | Sat Apr 23, 2011 2:58 am Post #14 |
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Vyse looked on at the battle for a few moments, he smiled at the power of this mighty crew, he wanted them to survive more so now. He took his longsword into his hand and started darting from pirate to pirate, helping him out where he could, being at sea on a boat he couldn't fight as he usually did, instead he slashed at legs, arms, and sides, trying to cripple foes enough for his new allies to take down. Though soon his blood started pumping and he felt the rage starting to take over, he stopped only for a minute, his vision going red as he looked at the enemy. "None can kill the Noclan!" screamed Vyse as he plunged into them, his sword moving not in the usual graceful and quick manner, but instead more like a cleaver, taking out arms and necks as he swung it around recklessly, his blood covered form with his red coat made him appear as an otherworldly being, his harsh mocking laughter rings out as he moves from enemy to enemy. |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Sun Apr 24, 2011 10:05 pm Post #15 |
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The fight went on for what felt like forever, the waves of enemies coming in on the crew of pirates like a storm of ravaging beasts. It was a war-zone on the deck of the S.S. Hunter, and the lads of the Mille Figli had to fight tooth and nail to put down their enemies. It was how they fought, it was how they always fought. No man on the ship ever left battles without some scars, and no man ever lacked in their side of the battle. Each one was trained by their leader, a cold warrior trained by the greatest generals of the west. "Fight on, brothers! Let not a single dog be left standing!" The pirate captain smirked widely, rushing from his perch behind Luka towards the helm of the ship. He cut down any man that came near him, avoiding the pain of the wounds, and avoiding the incoming attacks. Drawing himself over the rail, he charged the captain of the vessel, his masterwork cutlass slamming into the edge of a finely honed longsword. He was a skilled swordsman, and he'd refuse to fall to any other dog who called this sea home. they fought toe to toe, the perfectly crafted cutlass deftly knocking aside blow after blow, and the sailor's offhand cutlass knocking away riposte after riposte. It was the sort of fight the pirate had come to live for, the only time he could feel alive. Battle was not something he ever wanted to chase after, but a skilled enemy was the perfect thing for a warrior to meet. But while they fought, while foot stepped past foot, as blade pressed against blade, other ships were approaching. They weren't keen on coming in for a battle, however. Valentine stood at the helm of his ship, the pure white wood and sails of the ship like a white ruby in the midst of the diamond waters. A smile was on the assassin's face, his scarred ear and nose seemed to billow in the air. "Lieutenant, open fire when you have them in your sights." "Sir, yes sir!" The deck scrambled, and men passed by men loading up the ballista. The ship was an Iron Galley, one of the hardest ships to sink in the entire sea. On it's deck was perhaps some of the most powerful artillery that could be pinned into the deck of a ship. A beautiful engine of war. Ballista shots whistled through the air, ropes tied hard to each of the massive bolts that pounded into the royal navy vessel that the pirates were occupying for their battle. A hard yank was all anyone on the vessel could feel, the ship being pulled towards the Galley with all the force of the royal navy. Ahriman was thrown to the floor, his rib cracked on the wooden deck. The force that yanked the boat was almost like that of a giant. The power behind the Galley was almost perfect, and he thought he recognized the ship, even from their distance. He squinted his eyes, trying to sort through his memories before something could finally come to mind. With a biting of his lip, he looked over the deck of the ship. The entire thing would be knocked onto it's side, and then dragged and broken until it sunk to the bottom of the drink. "To the Mille Figli! We need to get out of here! That's the S.S. Letum, and it'll drag us to the bottom of the diamond drink before we can yank ourselves free! Fast! Run free!" He jumped from the helm, his cutlass knocking away what few attacks enemies could muster while the ship rocked and pulled. On the rocking of the sea, even at this extreme amount, his legs were as perfect as they were on land. With a grunting smile he dashed behind his men, waiting till the last one was off the boat before dashing across the grappling boards they used to hook into the enemy vessel. He could feel them shaking and rocking from beneath him, and his heart almost stopped beating as they collapsed from under him. The ship they were just tangled with was being pulled, and it's mast would have crushed him there if Mora hadn't come to his aid, catching the massive wooden trunk and yanking it free of it's holdings. He barreled over and rolled across the deck, the boards falling free and hanging from the side of the boat by the skin of their teeth. He had barely missed death, and that just made him smile more. Looking up at his first mate, he nodded, "Luka, take the helm.. to the cove as fast as you can. The Letum will crush us." Looking over his shoulder at their passenger, Ahriman laughed until his chest seemed to shake, "I hope you like battle, friends. Seems we all are having our fill today." |
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