Not a Sayan
BunniesOfDoom
FourtyTwo
NekoKyu
Neziul
Massasauga"Alright then, just like before, we'll plug the holes, watch your back, and make sure you don't get stabbed in it"
Alison rushed towards the great Paladin, seizing the opportunity without a second thought. It frustrated her to no end that the frontline was here, but it's what they had to deal with. Leaping into his palms, she shot up, Barracker practically caber tossing her high into the air. From up here she saw the whole battle for a brief moment. The teaming masses of undead, the hulking figures of the ogres, the citizens, and soldiers desperately trying to fight them all off.
Oh, how she missed the strategic comforts of her previous life at that exact moment.
Focusing on her quarry, the strange, dark purple glow of her source crystal grew and in her mind's eye, a line was traced from her weapon to a specific spot on its back.
"There!" she thought, as she traced her special tool along the glowing path. It felt almost automatic, like an out-of-body experience, as the tip of the hardened steel point drifted through the air as she fell. In its blinded state, the ogre had little time to react or even notice the threat hurtling down upon it.
Landing upon the ogre without hesitation, she slammed the point down, just below the back of the head, and fired. The steel piledriver shot forward with a roar, splitting tough hide, then muscle, and then finally severing the creature's spine. Using the now-falling momentum of the immense beast, Alison kicked off the corpse, dislodging her weapon and landing on the ground.
Without missing a beat, she reloaded and found her next target, another tank that was the Ogres. Seeing Fenna nearby and thinking quickly, she rushed forward, aiming low. The beast noticed her but had little time to react. It kicked out with its immense leg, but anticipating this, Alison put her hands on the incoming leg and vaulted over, rolling to the side and firing the piledriver through the creature's ankle, forcing it to kneel and bend over slightly.
"Fenna! Target up!" Alison called as she rolled out from underneath the beast, hoping the creature's reduced mobility and exposed posture would give the archer all the room she needed for a kill shot.
Kerensa dashed rapidly down the battlements of the Bazaar and its defenses, scanning keenly.
There!
She lept down and her curved blade flashed out. A militia soldier holding one part of the line had fallen over from a heavy blow to the head, but before the skeletal figure could exploit the breach, Kerensa cleanly severed its arms, then its head, from the body. The soldier quickly sputtered out thanks before taking his place again on the line.
The many rogues of the thieves guild had sadly taken heavy losses in the first stage of the battle, and as such, Alison had to deploy them the best she could. In a simple humorous sense, the mission had not changed. They were the protective shadow of the city, and just like before, they were watching the backs of the defenders. Thus, Kerensa and the few remaining members of Alison's squad were tasked with rapidly moving up and down the lines of battle. Anywhere the defenders were to get overwhelmed, anywhere the enemy slipped through and threatened to reach the back lines and sow chaos, her squad was there to clean up and contain before moving on.
It wasn't easy or foolproof. Exhaustion, lack of numbers, and the relentless ferocity of the enemy threatened to collapse at every corner, but after all that they had sacrificed, they would be damned to see it go to waste. Thus, with equally suicidal tenacity, the cutthroats and thieves lashed out all along the line, stomping out any roaming undead, stabbing their knives, and even firing their remaining flares into the faces of their enemies. Anything to hold them back.
Kerensa paused as she reached the bridge again, the first lap and sweep done. She looked on at the battle below and watched for a moment as the Second Chance made their stand and carved through the ogres. She gave a small prayer for Dormes to watch over his children and then moved on again.
@Jay009@Loksfjoer
Alison rushed towards the great Paladin, seizing the opportunity without a second thought. It frustrated her to no end that the frontline was here, but it's what they had to deal with. Leaping into his palms, she shot up, Barracker practically caber tossing her high into the air. From up here she saw the whole battle for a brief moment. The teaming masses of undead, the hulking figures of the ogres, the citizens, and soldiers desperately trying to fight them all off.
Oh, how she missed the strategic comforts of her previous life at that exact moment.
Focusing on her quarry, the strange, dark purple glow of her source crystal grew and in her mind's eye, a line was traced from her weapon to a specific spot on its back.
"There!" she thought, as she traced her special tool along the glowing path. It felt almost automatic, like an out-of-body experience, as the tip of the hardened steel point drifted through the air as she fell. In its blinded state, the ogre had little time to react or even notice the threat hurtling down upon it.
Landing upon the ogre without hesitation, she slammed the point down, just below the back of the head, and fired. The steel piledriver shot forward with a roar, splitting tough hide, then muscle, and then finally severing the creature's spine. Using the now-falling momentum of the immense beast, Alison kicked off the corpse, dislodging her weapon and landing on the ground.
Without missing a beat, she reloaded and found her next target, another tank that was the Ogres. Seeing Fenna nearby and thinking quickly, she rushed forward, aiming low. The beast noticed her but had little time to react. It kicked out with its immense leg, but anticipating this, Alison put her hands on the incoming leg and vaulted over, rolling to the side and firing the piledriver through the creature's ankle, forcing it to kneel and bend over slightly.
"Fenna! Target up!" Alison called as she rolled out from underneath the beast, hoping the creature's reduced mobility and exposed posture would give the archer all the room she needed for a kill shot.
Kerensa dashed rapidly down the battlements of the Bazaar and its defenses, scanning keenly.
There!
She lept down and her curved blade flashed out. A militia soldier holding one part of the line had fallen over from a heavy blow to the head, but before the skeletal figure could exploit the breach, Kerensa cleanly severed its arms, then its head, from the body. The soldier quickly sputtered out thanks before taking his place again on the line.
The many rogues of the thieves guild had sadly taken heavy losses in the first stage of the battle, and as such, Alison had to deploy them the best she could. In a simple humorous sense, the mission had not changed. They were the protective shadow of the city, and just like before, they were watching the backs of the defenders. Thus, Kerensa and the few remaining members of Alison's squad were tasked with rapidly moving up and down the lines of battle. Anywhere the defenders were to get overwhelmed, anywhere the enemy slipped through and threatened to reach the back lines and sow chaos, her squad was there to clean up and contain before moving on.
It wasn't easy or foolproof. Exhaustion, lack of numbers, and the relentless ferocity of the enemy threatened to collapse at every corner, but after all that they had sacrificed, they would be damned to see it go to waste. Thus, with equally suicidal tenacity, the cutthroats and thieves lashed out all along the line, stomping out any roaming undead, stabbing their knives, and even firing their remaining flares into the faces of their enemies. Anything to hold them back.
Kerensa paused as she reached the bridge again, the first lap and sweep done. She looked on at the battle below and watched for a moment as the Second Chance made their stand and carved through the ogres. She gave a small prayer for Dormes to watch over his children and then moved on again.
@Jay009@Loksfjoer
