Eisenhorn

Fantasy's Shattering

I do believe, at this particular moment, Atreides is happy with the fact he can create barriers, just in case of unforseen bullet hell breakouts.

Fire Emblem: Light's End

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Abra: "I thought you just told that red cavalier over there that you were not mentally impaired? And you're still staring."

@Dedonus

Jerod: "Aye, I na'er made claim t' no' be physically impaired, savvy? An' t'ey kinda are out in th' breeze lass, an' lad lookin' yer way can be accused o' starin."

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<Snipped quote by Jerod>
Marius: I worry about you sometimes, you know that.

@Dedonus

Jerod: "Ah've been at th's fer a long time, 'orseman. Yer concern is 'ppreciated, t'ough."

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<Snipped quote by Eisenhorn>

Jacob: "Okay, I don't like to kill people who can't fight back anyway."

@Apollosarcher

Niya: "Good. Perhaps information extraction is in order then."

Fire Emblem: Light's End

<Snipped quote by Dedonus>

"I don't want to talk you anymore, mean witch." Set's another four guys on fire.

@Apollosarcher

Niya: "Can you leave the man I disabled for last? Let him think upon his sins."

Fire Emblem: Light's End

<Snipped quote by Jerod>
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!"

Fire Emblem: Light's End

<Snipped quote by Jerod>
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?"

Fire Emblem: Light's End

<Snipped quote by Eisenhorn>
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.