Eisenhorn

Fire Emblem: Light's End

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Abra: I didn't do it on purpose. And my eyes are up here, perv.

@Dedonus

Jerod: "Lass, ah am far t' drunk t' see t'at far in a strai't line. And so ye did 'ave a 'and in it!"

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Marius: I don't want anyone mentally impaired while in battle. That's fine! Jacob put me in charge, so follow my orders, or be benched!

@Dedonus

Jerod: "Go a'ead and try, 'orseman. I got 'it before I started, now t'ey cannae 'it me. Ain' no one 'ere mentally impaired!"

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Abra: "It's not my fault! Wait, did I say that out loud?"

@Dedonus

Jerod: "Ach, I don' buy tha' fer a bloody second."

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Marius: "There is absolutely NO drinking while in battle in this army!

@Dedonus

Jerod: "I' worked 'orseman, I wouldn' compain over much, savvy?"

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Working on the post right now.

@Dedonus

And I have posted as well now. I dare say I had a little bit more fun writing that then I should have, oh well.

Fire Emblem: Light's End

Jerod

The mercenary was unusually silent, glaring at the fanatic lines, waiting as the people got shuffled around and Jacob went to play the big damn hero. Following his path, he narrowed his eyes, one of them looked familiar. No, two of them did, the woman on horseback and crimson clad one, the latter by reputation, the former for his own reasons. He placed a title to the woman, and smirked, turning his look away from the apparent trouble they were in. Those horseman were in for far more than they bargained for, even with the others burdened down by what looked like some mage who overinflated her own bodily proportions. As soon as Marius gave his word to miss Lance a Lot, Jerod laughed and flourished his blade. "Ach, tha's enuff waitin' fer me. Le's do t'is."

Marius and the lady lancer, not in a literal meaning of course though that was a joke Jerod fully intended to save for later, started moving, and Jerod broke out into a charge, roaring out in an uncharacteristically loud and intimidating manner, even less intelligible than normal, to the degree that no one would have even understood him between the accent, roar of battle, and from general principal overall. But some of it was at least as close as the man got to intelligeable, which others would have caught a snippet of. "..YE DAMN'D 'EAT'ANS 'R GOIN' STRAI'T T' THE BURNIN' PITS O' 'ELL AND I AM T'E 'AMMER AND 'ARBINGER OF YER DEMISE!"

His roaring and spouting did not stop when he reached the first enemy, who looked like he was about ready to soil himself as he lunged his lance forward. The mail coat turned most of it away, but some of his side was punctured, blood running freely from his side. The soldier didn't have time to celebrate, because about that same moment Jerod buried his iron sword in the man's brain cavity, and he would not have had time to loose it before the next man, with an axe, charged him. With the weapon raised, he didn't expect the mercenary to step forward, grabbing him by the throat and clubbing him with something Jerod pulled from his bag. It was with enough force to send the man into dreamworld, as it were, and the bottle, while damaged, had not begun leaking. Wrenching his sword from the first dead man, he downed the contents of the bottle, which indeed happened to be King Booze, in one go and held it in his off hand, breaking the bottle into an improvised second weapon. He was still spouting obscenities, insults, and ultimatum's of some sort or another as he started sprinting towards the next closest solider, vaguely staying near where he was supposed to be by Marius.

"COME A' ME YE' DAMN'D PRANCIN' NINNIES!"

Niya

Niya quietly watched as the well endowed woman looked ill and tried to keep her footing under her. Mage was not one used to violence, it seemed, and she glanced at the Champion as he ran over, and rolled her eyes, remounting her horse and speaking quietly. "Help is welcome, attention is not. Your a target, rescue efforts are now, complicated. Stay back or use your hidden weapons, mage, if you have them."

Of course the Feroxian healer was proved right when the four horseman declared their rather crude intentions after being made heroes of the false church for slaying a young boy. Such pride these warriors had, the healer thought, that they sell their souls so cheaply. No matter, she thought, as she trotted forward and spoke with a rather forceful air and authority, no doubt inherited from years of dealing with some of the most ornery and fierce warriors in the frigid North.

"As envoy of the Healer's Guild of Ragna Ferox, these women and man are under my protection and authority. You will surrender or withdraw, or your bodies and souls are forfeit to the most infernal hells you could imagine, amplified. This is your only warning."

The one horseman, thinking that like any other healer this woman would be defenseless, rode forward with a sword raised. He got within staffs reach before Niya's arm shifted, and a sickening mixture of a crunch and squish echoed out as she lodged the staff head right in the man's groin, recoiling from the force of the blow on the horse's back. She had hit with the force of a Feroxian, and one who had to drag off battle mad men many times her size before they ran off and undid her hard work again, so she had a strength of arm well beyond what most would think from a healer. Of course she did not expect them to surrender, but she was providing a distraction for this Champion, and Solanne, to both do something clever.

"Did I mention your manhood is also forfeit? I did not? My apologies."

Fantasy's Shattering

Atreides rolled his eye as the fangirl babbled on about the dragon and started chasing it, the roaring beast making its way straight for them all in the same instant. Atreides didn't say much now, instead dragging his foot and blade around himself, muttering as the dragon acted to attack that ghost of a soldier, which he would look at FAR closer after the threat was gone, and Sable went and absorbed the dragon fire with her blades. Awful useful little trick of hers, wasn't it? Circle around him complete, he smirked in a rather nasty manner, the afterimage growing greater in intensity as he flourished the blade, casting arcing lighting along the dragon's exposed side, which did little more than piss it off. Which was just as planned, as it turned and belched another wall of fire, and it englufed the Taskmage, obscuring him from sight.

The smoke concealed the next barrage of lightning long enough to catch the Dragon in the snout, arcing upwards and rupturing one of its eyes, and left more glaringly obvious sears in its hide. It roared in pain and rage, and the Taskmage stood in his circle, the defensive barrier it generated fading still from the furious barrage of fire. The Taskmage stood proud in his arcane arts and barked out orders in a brief, simple manner, already bursting into a sprint to evade the things charge, which shattered the shield he left behind.

"MEAT, GET BEHIND IT AND SEE IF YOU CANT SNEAK ON. ROOK, GET YOUR DAMN HEAD DOWN OR DO SOMETHING USEFUL TO KEEP IT OFF MEAT!"

Atreides ended up near the spirit soldier, who looked like he had seen every war in existence. Atreides wasn't sure he wanted to see the truth behind that, but he would have to later. Unlike the beings expectations, most likely, he spoke calmly as he addressed the being. He knew soldiers when he saw them.

"Right, cursed one, that thing is still pissed at me. It charges, you go right, I go left, and whoever it doesn't go after rips it a new asshole, or Crimson Streak does while we distract it. Agreed?"

Atreides wasn't one to waste time with his usual demeanor in the field of battle, there was time for insults and berating others later. Right now he had to utilize everything at hand to the best of its apparent ability, and from what he knew about beings that were cursed, they tended to do some rather nasty work to things that opposed them, for whatever damned reason that was. Gods knew he had seen his fair share of curses happen, and some very well might haunt him still, but that was neither here, nor there, or anything close to what his gut, experience, and arcane prowess told him this soldier experienced. But the moment it charged, he would be moving and, hopefully, so would the cursed soldier.

Fantasy's Shattering

Yea, go ahead and jump in on the mess of a fight going on.

Fire Emblem: Light's End

And I shall be posting after Dedonus has his up, won't take me long after that to be good to go.

Fire Emblem: Light's End

Jerod

Jerod could smell and hear the combat before he saw it, and was off the back of the cart in a heartbeat, moving at a brisk run to pull ahead of the carts as they halted, stopping as he caught up to the Champion of Naga, Marius not having wasted any time arming up and trotting up as well. Orders were dispatched, and Jerod grinned in a very unpleasant kind of way, drawing his sword and flourishing it as he fell in step to the left of Marius. Line breaking charge, a classic approach. The old pervert was off being a big damn hero, rallying the Feroxians at the gate and bracing the church fanatics the entirely wrong direction. Well, what a shame for them, Jerod began laughing as he walked forward, even with Marius's comment on rogue Feroxians.

"Ach, I wasn' worried 'bout any rogue Feroxian's, 'orseman. I's the sworn ones I be worried 'bout." Jerod was never worried about rogue's, hell, they would have most likely been more easily dealt with than the Feroxian's he was thinking of. But, long story short, that was now not a real concern. Right now, they had fighting to do. Jerod kept that confident grin on his face as he kept in step with the advance, calling over to the lad champion himself. "'ow abou t'is, laddie. Ye keep up, I migh' buy ye a drink. Soun' like a good deal? Time t' show th' damned fanatics n' bloody god ca' save t'em now."

Niya and Solanne

The sounds of conflict, smells of death, and even the clouds of smoke were dead give aways that something was going rather poorely for the Feroxian people. Some distance away from this violence, however, were a pair of figures, one one horse back, the other currently standing next to the horse. The two had crossed paths some time ago, and while there had been little conflict up until this point, it was clear that it was no longer avoidable. The woman on horseback looked down towards her current companion, who was no doubt stretching after the long day's travel, before speaking briefly.

"Miss Solanne, trouble ahead. Feroxians are having a hard time of things."

"Huh?"

Solanne was much too busy observing the land around them to hear what Niya, her current partner, was saying. It took her a few moments to process the statement before a determined grin sprung to her visage.

"Look's like this war's pretty rough on both side, eh Niya? Heh, but I'm thankful we haven't run into any of those Naga Church fanatics yet. Wouldn't want the smell of burning flesh to clog up my nose, ya know?"

She gave the girl on horseback a thumbs up, coupled with a snarky smile.

"Quite."

Niya was quite different from the woman on foot, while she was grinning and making gestures, the horsebound woman was sitting quietly, almost regally, overlooking the distant smoke and what scatterings of violence she could pick out. The healer had already made up her mind on where they were going to head out to next, whether Solanne liked it or not was a completely different story. But before she could bring it up, there was a few figures closer to them than the usual violence, seeing this, she pointed it out.

"Look, trouble. Prisoner, probably of the two fanatics. Should intervene, gods knows what the depraved have in mind."

Niya was thinking about approaches they could make. Speed, shock and awe were probably their best bets in this case, but Niya waited for a few moments to allow her companion a word in edge wise, even as the healer turned her horse, already planning a route to intercept the two fanatics and their prisoner.

"Yeah I see them," Solanne answered with a crack to her knuckles. "Got a plan? Or are we just going to rush them? One for each of us to take out," she said with that same confident grin.

"Staves aren't terribly good weapons, hop on my horse. I have a plan. We run them down, I free the prisoner while you mop up."

Niya offered a hand to Solanne to haul her up on the horse, seeming to already have fully decided to take command of the situation and Solanne was along for the ride now, very literally vice the usual metaphor that the expression usually intended. Once hauled onto the horse, Niya took off at full gallop, heading straight for the two fanatics and their prisoner, not a word escaping her mouth.

Likewise, Solanne nodded, keeping a tight grip on her blade as they swiftly approached the two. Once they were in proper distance of the two perverts, she slipped free her blade and held it in her hand, ready to slice when directed.

"So we killing these guys? Or are you more of the subdue person seeing as you're a healer and all that?"

Solanne shrugged.

"Well, whatever your orders are boss."

"Kill them, let the Gods sort them out."

Niya rode them directly into the two fanatics, bowling them over as she vaulted off the horse, bringing the staff down on one man's head and leaving him to Solanne, and she was quick to walk over to the bound woman, not even raising her voice at all, reaching to get the bindings off quickly.

"Don't waste your breath, you'll need it to run. Let me get your bindings."

"Whatever you say boss."

Eyes slitting, Solanne twirled her blade and sliced the shoulder of one of the men, the one Niya had struck actually. Letting him bleed out, she spun around and hurled her sword into the chest of the other, stopping his heart forever.

"Well that was quick. Though these guys were supposed to be tough, ya know?" Solanne muttered, jumping off the horse and collecting her blade. "Still, I'm pretty sure kidnapping people is a gurantee to...well, whatever the opposite of Naga is."

Cleaning her blade in the grass, she turned to Niya and the captured woman, who by the appearance of her hat, looked like a Mage.

"Hey Niya, how's she holding up?"

Fire Emblem: Light's End

@Eklispe Confronting Caroline (a.k.a. Princess Steel Toe) isn't the most wise of things. Remember what she did to Andres? lol

@Dedonus

Brave action though, takes some nerve doing that either way.

Fantasy's Shattering

Atreides raised his head, already dismissing the follower as he heard the roar, narrowing his good eye as he worked on identifying the noise. Not another bear, nor nothing normally running about makes that much noise. Not many creatures make that much noise, and remain capable of fighting and hunting that is. That means big, fast, or just so plain dangerous that it doesn't need stealth or subtle approaches. There weren't many things like that out in these areas, and he drew his sword, looking in the direction of the roar, a thought dawning on his mind, one that he did not appreciate having cross his mind. One would hope he was wrong though. "Meat, rook, looks like we might have a problem..." No sooner than the Taskmage had spoken the roar came again, much louder and clearer, which meant it was closer. Out of the woods, several hundred feet in the air, was the green scaled form of a Dragon, easily the size of any of the buildings within the small town nearby, as it circled overhead, a green hued flame belching from the creature's maw. Its wings easily eclipsed the sun whenever it came between the sun and each person's viewing point, casting grand shadows along the ground. The jagged horn looked almost broken, and it was clearly older than it appeared at first sound. Atreides scowled, kneeling to enchant his sword again, the blade this time growing darker then it should normally have been possible, leaving a trailing image behind it as he rose, electrical arcs bouncing along his left, off arm. The Taskmage frankly didn't have much interest in dealing with this on top of losing out on one of the Relics, but the thing was clearly agitated and couldn't be left just roaming about like some sort of overgrown torch. "Great, if things couldn't get more entertaining, we have some god damn Dragon flying about being angry. This pisshole sure hasn't gotten any better. We should probably go deal with that thing."