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| Yursk | Tue Aug 16, 2011 9:29 am Post #16 |
 
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Even less than the human noticed him did Yursk pay any heed to the furious human. It had left Yursk behind and that was just fine by him. Realizing that it, too, had been left behind, the orc screeched and instead focused on Yursk. Little did it know that it, like the rest of the horde surging toward the boar-like fellow, was about to die - painfully. Yursk drew in all the breath he could and let out a yell that made even the avian orcs slow a bit. The war cry had exactly the effect he wanted: to distract them long enough for him to launch a devastating attack on their front lines. The avian orc that had attacked the human only a moment ago just happened to now be standing between the rushing horde and Yursk - a deadly mistake if there ever was one. Yursk leaped in the avian orc’s moment of surprise, latching onto the creature. It scrambled to tear Yursk from it, but instead suffered deep, gaping wounds from razor-sharp claws and even deeper stab wounds from equally sharp horns. Of course, they had been dulled a bit by his captivity, but that hardly mattered as Yursk literally ripped the armor apart at its seams. There were pops and bursts of tiny icicles, but the enraged creature hardly noticed. Twisting the orc’s beak around, Yursk literally chewed his way through the orc’s throat and ripped its head almost entirely from its shoulders. As it fell, Yursk fell with it - only to leap mid-way to the ground for the next in line to die. Yursk seemed to fast to properly wound, and his strength was aided by the ferocity with which he now slaughtered the orcs. One might not have thought that such a small creature could unleash such an incredible wave of crippling damage, but Yursk was paying back ten times what he had been dealt. Orcs were dropping like flies and Yursk wasn’t letting up for a moment. More than once, he actually shattered the beaks of his aggressors, and he succeeded in tearing several heads from their shoulders before he was through. Exactly what happened wasn’t exactly clear after the fact, or even during the fight. One thing was for certain as Yursk’s feet touched red sand once more, however: not one orc remained standing that had come anywhere near the Tree-Boar. Surrounding Yursk was a vast pool of blood and various piles of destroyed armor, weapons lying bleakly next to pieces of the hybrids: an arm here, a head there, several pieces of several different beaks on one side of a corpse, blood-matted fur and broken armor on the other side. Bodies were piled on top of each other and strewn about as though tossed around by a hurricane. Indeed, an icy hurricane seemed to be raging not far from where the field of corpses lay. But at the eye of this particular bloodbath stood a huffing creature drenched in his enemies’ blood, snarling and glaring harshly at those that had dared to attack him. His head jerked to the side as his ears caught the sound of a distant orc screeching in terror, only to see if fleeing like the coward it was as fast as its legs could carry it; it had no weapon and his armor was in tatters. Jerking his head back toward the battle still raging, Yursk’s half-spent rage was only somewhat tempered by the sudden shock of what was actually happening: an earth elemental was trying to tear apart those that had saved Yursk. Rushing forward without thought, he called out to the elemental as a boulder crushed the final avian orc to death. The adamantine warrior was rising slowly and the swordsman had somehow latched onto the elemental’s fist. The elemental did not respond to Yursk’s plea, however, the language (undoubtedly completely foreign to either of his rescuers) falling on deaf ears. Instead, he found a massive foot nearly crushing him to death. He darted out of the way just in time, ducking under a fallen tent; looking around, he saw several such tents filling the camp. The elemental’s fight had taken its toll on the camp, and now the elemental wasn’t listening to Yursk at all. He didn’t understand…and he wasn’t going to wait around to get crushed. But, he had to do something… First, though, he had to clean himself. He darted away and dashed for the tent he’d refreshed himself in before. He found it empty now, which was good; it allowed him to wash himself in the pool without disturbance. He grabbed a watermelon and devoured it on his way out, rushing back onto the battlefield. The situation had not improved. Again, he tried to call out to the elemental - albeit a bit further from the battle this time - but to absolutely no avail. Either the elemental was completely oblivious, or some dark force was controlling one of the eternal protectors of the Elemental Plane of Nature. Yursk really had no clue either way… |
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| Mist | Sat Aug 27, 2011 7:02 pm Post #17 |
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Gage was surprised to see his companion lunge at the earth elemental himself, but his blade bounce off of its rocky skin. The mercenary did not give up, dodging a heavy blow from a boulder-like fist and jumping onto the creature's arm, wrapping his arms around the limb so that he was hauled into the air. The blacksmith wasn't entirely sure how to respond to this development; he didn't want to accidentally strike Kalim when he attacked the earth elemental. It probably wouldn't look very positive on his employment record at Kirsikka Enterprises if he killed his partner on his first mission outside of Striberg. If he had been paired with Zenjirou he might have specifically aimed for the assassin, but Kalim was very different from the madman. He had been pleasant enough company on their long voyage to the desert, willing to leave Gage alone when he did not want conversation. He would have to recalculate how to strike. The elemental kicked out at Gage as he got closer, a slow blow that he managed to dodge by the skin of his teeth. The blacksmith swung the warhammer one-handed at the back of the creature's knee, the blazing weapon leaving a molten crater in the limb. He plodded around the back of their enemy, ignoring its roar of frustration and pain at the damage he had done. The blacksmith rained down heavy blows on the back of the elemental's legs, swinging the hammer with the strength and intensity he had perfected over years of working in a forge. The head of the hammer impacted the creature's calves time after time, each attack dislodging a clump of its stony skin and leaving a glowing indentation in its flesh. With a brutal roar Gage swiveled his grip on the hammer, using the sharp spike to dig deep into the elemental's leg. The glowing tip of the hammer flared for an instant as he pulled on the shaft with both hands, muscles bulging underneath the armor as he pulled on the hammer with all of his tremendous strength. The weapon ripped out of the earth elemental in a spray of rocks and pebbles, easily ripping out half of the 'flesh' of its knee. The monster groaned and toppled forward as the limb crumbled, cracks spreading out from the wound. It fell to both knees, placing the hand without Kalim's weight on the ground to steady itself. "Children?!? You enslaved children?!?" The man roared as he spun around the front of the elemental, bringing the warhammer up in a tremendous blow. The head of the weapon slammed into the elemental's face, the multicolored flames exploding outwards from the impact as the weapon bore into the elemental's cheek. It opened its mouth to roar again, but no sound emanated from its cavern-like mouth. Gage let go of the shaft of his weapon as the creature leaned backwards in silent agony, the warhammer protruding from its visage. The blacksmith backed up several feet from his opponent balling his hands into fists turned deadly by the thick adamantine covering every finger. His slate gray eyes were burning with rage from the within the heavy greathelm, and he was panting heavily from the exertion of fighting while in his protective suit. |
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