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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Aug 3, 2011 23:37:15 GMT -6
Standing in the shadows of a nearby grove of trees, Oarashi was just about to make his move when he heard something from behind him. Quickly snapping around, Oarashi tried to see who was the figure when suddenly a large hand lunged out and siezed the sea dragon by his neck and slammed him into the bark of the tree hard. The White Fox couldn't gasp let alone barely cough as he felt the gloved hand crushing his airpipe to stop his breathing. And since he was too focused on prying the hand off, Oarashi simply flailed and kicked his legs.
"Feh, you're starting to become a disappointment to me Sappho." a deep voice smoothly chuckled, apparently amused by the boy's struggle.
Recognizing the voice, Sappho stopped his struggling and paled. "My-l-Le-" The man grinned as he watched the boy struggled to speak and just released his hold on him, allowing the boy to collapse to his knees and gasped painfully, hacking and coughing as the air flowed swiftly into his lungs. "My Liege- *cough* When did you. . . "
"A while. . . I've been watching you Sappho, you were planning to take on my men weren't you not?" Sappho stood silent, biting his lips behind his tiger mask. "Don't lie my little fox. . . unless you want-"
"YES!" Sappho cut him off, looking to the ground. "Yes my Liege, I was trying to fight off the riders."
The Dark Dragon king forced the Sea Dragon to look up at his face."So you're trying to stray from your mission correct? You know very well I want my son dead and you are taking too long." Sappho felt Artof's claws from his leather gloves trailing horizontally over his throat. He knew full well that even though the king was calm, his tension was wearing thin.
"My liege, if I kill the young prince now, you still have a force in your way from taking control of Hyrule before Ganon. Please. I know I am taking so long in my mission, but please, give me more time to invistigate this Guild and learn how to destroy them from the inside. Then Once they are out of the way. . . "
The dragon king thought for a moment, then growled as he loomed over the boy. "Request granted then. But I'm warning you boy, the next time I see you pull something cute, you know what happens." The Sea Dragon stayed silent, but nodded. The man chuckled, patting the top of his head. "That's a good boy, now go along and do not try to interfer. I con only imagine what your mate Reimuno would think knowing you are trying to betray him." Artof turned away from Sappho and mounted his heavy draft steed, "Don't disappoint me this time Oarashi." With that, he rode off. Leaving Oarashi all by himself. With a sigh, the young Sea Dragon watched as Artof disappeared, then looked back towards the fierce duel between Reimuno and Lien, regreting that he wasn't able to join Reimuno's side in battle.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Aug 4, 2011 21:58:01 GMT -6
Faro retrieved a small bottle, containing what could only be described as a shot of medicine, from within his coat and removed the top. He paused and threw it back, within seconds his energy, but not his flame, returned to him. He got up, and absorbed his dark self. With the horsemen dead, he made his way back to the scorch mark where his flame ring used to be. Varamir stood stoically amongst the dead, including a few corpses that were killed mid-transformation.
"Those ones assumed it would wait for them to transform. They were mistaken." Varamir explained. "And Chandrea?" Faro asked. "She has finished her appointed task. She has discovered that the Dragon King is among the enemy force." "Anything else? Orders, plans, messages?" "She apologizes, the enemy force is highly trained and devoted. She could find no written record of orders or plans of any type." "So we have nothing." "She overheard enemy combatants speaking of the one called Sappho. They harbor a dislike for him, and do not believe him to be of adequate faith." "Never heard of him, is she still there?" "Negative, she extracted just before we began speaking. She suggested we take a prisoner for interrogation." "No, if they're as zealous as we think they are, their resistance to magic makes them impossible to question. We'll head back now. If we move fast, no one will notice we've gone." "By your command." Varamir bowed. The two mounted healthy horses and rode off in the direction of Ganon's castle.
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Aug 5, 2011 22:28:24 GMT -6
Icylius did his best to judge which threat was closer to him, the dragon or the dragonian warriors. There were six soldiers and one dragon, and after a few seconds he calculated that the dragon would reach him first. The cogs in his head began to turn furiously to try and figure a way out of this. He had to fight off six soldiers and a dragon while defending the boy at the same time. Icylius didn't know whether to run away and save himself, leaving the boy to die. Or fight, probably dying in the process. He thought about it and decided that despite his hatred for other humans, leaving this boy to die was something he couldn't do. Icylius's mind raced as fast as it could until only one thought was left in his head. And it was all he could think of to take out the dragon plus the soldiers charging at him. He sighed, it was probably suicide, but he had no choice. Only feet before the dragon had reached him Icylius launched himself into the air flipping onto the dragons back with the aid of his telekinetic mind. He scaled(no pun intended) his way to the head of the dragon in a matter of seconds and stood up straight with his hand raised into the sky. Balling them into fists he mustered up all the psychokinetic energy he had left and smashed his arms hulk style onto the dragon's head.
His massive enemy let out an earsplitting roar and its head veered toward the earth; directly where Icylius had intended it to go. Directly toward the group of dragonian warriors. All of their facial expressions changed from confidence to little girl, or 'holy shit a dragon is gonna crush me into the ground!' They all tried their best to get the hell out of the way but the sheer size of the beast and how close it was gave them absolutely no chance of escape. Half of them attempted to transform into their dragon forms while the other three were too stunned to do anything. Unfortunately, they couldn't change fast enough and the dragon simply crushed them all into the ground like berries under a large rock. Icylius promptly tried to leap off the beast but just as he jumped the dragon's wing shifted into his path and smashed him through the air. Now careening towards the earth and spiraling out of control, Icylius knew he could very well die from the impact. He did his best to stabilize himself with his arms and legs but with his psychokinetic energy completely spent there was no way of gaining control of himself. Icylius did what he could but initially braced himself for a crash landing.
Icylius smashed face first into the ground, but unfortunately his inertia wouldn't allow him to stop and he skid about twenty yards in the opposite direction of the dead soldiers. His body halted just before Maximus, who witnessed the entire thing. The boy shook Icylius as hard as he could in an attempt to get a reaction. Icylius didn't move. "Dammit, don't be dead Icylius, or I'll cross over and kick your ass," the young assassin growled, checking for a pulse. His heart was beating fortunately, but it seemed slower than usual. Max's heart sped up to about twice its normal rate when he realized that the two of them were not able to defend themselves. And they were in the middle of a battlefield. Max refused to use his shape shifting again after the last time, and was too weak to fight hand to hand. The dagger that he handed Icylius was gone as well, so he was now weaponless. And to further their unfortunate predicament, the dragon slowly but surely returned to its feet. "You've got to be kidding me," Max breathed. The dragon was pissed and veered around in Max's direction. It released massive roar into the sky and headed his way.
Maximus gripped the bruise across his stomach and forced himself to his feet. They wobbled and shook from how weak his body was but he held his ground. He was hunched over slightly and his other arm dangled out in front of him. "Lets's go, round three," he taunted.
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Aug 8, 2011 18:53:49 GMT -6
Eldrin jumped off of a Dragonian soldier's face and soared through the air. He landed in front of Max and held out his arm, stopping the young assassin. "I've got this one kid... You watch Icylius." He said, smiling back at Maximus.
The thief charged at the dragon head on. The dragon rose up on its hind legs and beat its wings furiously. The beast spit out a stream of searing hot fire in Eldrin's direction. The thief smiled and held out his hand. The fire instantly flew back down the dragon's throat. The dragon's throat began to bulge from all the built up flames. Just when it seemed that the dragon's throat could take no more, Eldrin released it. The fire erupted from the dragon's mouth uncontrollably, forcing the dragon to convulse in a gagging motion. Capitalizing on the dragon's incapacitation, Eldrin jumped up and caught onto a massive wing. He flipped onto the wing and ran up the dragon's arched neck, reaching its head.
As the flames finally stop shooting from the dragon's mouth, it swung its head vigorously, trying to shake Eldrin off. Eldrin dived forward and clung to the edge of the dragon's eye socket. He hadn't planned this far ahead...
Sanger moved through the crowd of Dragonian warriors quickly, only killing those he had too. His aim was to get to Faro and Varamir. Ganondorf had given him orders to find and assist them with their mission. The dark king still didn't trust him, and would no doubt question Faro later about about his performance. Just when he finally made it to them, they mounted horses and rode past him. He sighed and ducked under a soldier's blade. He swung his sword at the man, but the soldier dodged and kicked Sanger in the face. Sanger's head flew back and he stumbled back. Ignoring his possibly shattered cheekbone, Sanger ran forward and raked his serrated blade across the man's face. The man cried at in pain and fell to his knees, feeling his now mutilated features.
Sanger stopped suddenly, staring at a woman across the battlefield. "Pyrrha? What business does she have in Hyrule?" He wondered, watcing her fight.
Suddenly he turned at the sound of a roar behind him. A massive dragon glared down at him, a long, jagged gash visible across its face.
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Post by Iona on Aug 9, 2011 12:49:15 GMT -6
Pyrrha saw Sanger, and his brutality on the battlefield and it stirred something in her. The woman resisted the urge to jump into the fray, but decided this group was pathetically outnumbered and that she should contribute what she could to aid them. Another soldier approached her but this time she ran him through with her spear, then lifted him upand threw him down on a group of enemies with a fierce cry, subconsciously cringing as she felt more bodies get stabbed into her spear. With her extraordinary strength, all of this was hardly a feat. She put her sandal on a corpse's face and pushed off, releasing the bodies off of her spear.
Turning to meet her new foe, she paled at the sight of a dragon, and flinched when it roared. But then, using another of her abilities, she threw back her own head and roared in perfect mimicry of the dragon. Confused, the beast seemed puzzled as to how she made such a feat and Pyrrha took the oppruntunity to run away from it, then spinning her spear, both razor sharp ends shredding human flesh as she broke into the thick of the soldiers. This was only the beginning. Her bloodlust wasn't even a drop filled. She feared losing control and going berserk, as it wouldn't be the first time that it's happened in such a setting.
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