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Location:
Southern Giants Rest
Bandit camp, early morning.
[@Pyromania99][@FrogRFlowR]
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Earthen debris smashed against Niall, the armor absorbing most direct blows but still, from the force of hammer, claw, and ruptured earth would break the bones of the toughest ebast. Yet, still, the gargantuan beast man could not land a decisive blow as Niall backpaled from the frenzy of blows - but Luna would not find it quite so easy to strike the mans legs.

As he’d strike out in a frenzy of blows, his claws dug into the ground, hefting his body to spin his entire body around, a flurry of cursed infused energy smashing into the ground next to Luna as her blade of light just barely nicked his ankles.

“Lightsword…you’re…the lightsword, brat…gahaahah!”

An open hand reached forward, attempting to grab Luna.

The sound of whistling air as Niall lunged forward, lance aimed towards the beast man's eyes. As swift as he was, Annagan was now proving to have gained some form of more agility, quickly bringing his hammer up to deflect Niall’s blow, clanging of metal against the mans heavy hammer, a low bestial growl.

“You…pest! Stay out of this!” He raised the hammer high, a swirling mass of cursed energy coalescing on its head. “I won’t be beaten by the likes of you!”

Location:
Southern Giants Rest
Bandit camp Overlook, early morning
[@VitaVitaAR]
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“Ah? Hey wait aren’t you supposed to not go for me?!” Whatever logic she used to come to that conclusion was quickly shattered as binds of light appeared on the tip of her blade. “Guh, I dunno what you’re planning brat but-wait that’s a binding spell oh this isn’t good, is it?” Seemingly aware of what was gonna happen, the Fomorian made an attempt to avoid the spell, ordering one of her abominations to move between herself and Fio, but ultimately, it was far too slow.

Chains, bound. Like little pieces of barbed wire, digging into her skin. The Fomorian stood completely still as blackened blood dripped down her skin, the earth below being stained with her own cursed blood.

“H-hey watch the robe! Its more expensive than your life!” She’d hiss, the magical binds ripping parts of her clothing. Her mouth though, was still turned into a challenging smirk. “Aren’t you being, nngh, a bit violent for a so called knight?” The fomorian challenged…but it seemed, she was far more bark than bite.


“...hah, whatever fine. I’ve distracted you long enough anyways. I got what I wanted, so fine then. Destroy my life's work like the little cruel human you are.” The abominations would quickly start turning on one another, seemingly at the fomorians command.

The sickening sound of ripping, tearing. One even tore off its own arms. It was quite the gruesome sight, all things considered.

“Is the part after this the one where I get tied up in a dungeon somewhere?”


Location:
Harzel Border Fort
[@Crimson Paladin]
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The frozen knight dismounted, lance pulled from the wyverns back as it’d leap over the ramparts wall…and then quickly plummet to the ground, slamming into the earth with a resounding thud. From above, Ethelred could see it make feeble attempts to get back to its feet, but its back had been thoroughly frozen, and the ice had even started to spread to the creatures front, small spikes of ice piercing its scales from within.

Its scales might have been tough, sure, but perhaps its insides were just as fleshy as the rest of them.

Regardless, that was two Wyverns down…one more to go. The beast was still tearing through the soldiers of the border fort, most having ended up taking defensive positions, and some having the mind to attempt fleeing inside the castles walls.

“Ha…do I…look alright to you, frosty?” Grainne replied with a grimace, blood covering a good portion of her face, and her otherwise mundane plate armor had been dented and pierced in some areas, no doubt from the beasts fangs. “Ugh, damn it…” Still, she’d run over to the Ballista, and if to answer Ethelred’s question she’d start loading bolts into the siege weapon herself.

“Get down there and keep it occupied for me, Icicle!”