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Hey y'all. I am about to start working on a webcomic and try to draw for a living now.
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Taken. That's the movie I was reffering to.
DotCom said
Henry had a certain set of skills.
"Listen. I will find you. I will drown you."
How to battle as Child.
Step one, let comrades draw fire.
Step two; Angle yourself to stay in the "annoying, unhittable mosquito spot"
Step Three: Throw a cleaver.
Step one, let comrades draw fire.
Step two; Angle yourself to stay in the "annoying, unhittable mosquito spot"
Step Three: Throw a cleaver.
^ This. Great post Dot.
Meanwhile, Henry is gonna channel his inner Liam Nielson.
Meanwhile, Henry is gonna channel his inner Liam Nielson.
Ravens. Of all the creatures in Renalta, it had to be the Ravens. Carrionbirds were something Child despised. They were carriers of death, disease bearing, death defiling pests. They used to flock the Arena back in Free Holds, swoop down onto the buffé of fallen warriors. So when she saw them circle in the sky she knew it was going to be a bad experience waiting for them up ahead.
When the the people split up into groups. She opted to take the opportunity to follow the Scarab around. Quite a interesting creature, child had interest in seeing him fight. She had never met one of her ilk before so she was curius as to what he could do with those massive claws of his. She was not a great admirer of the Duelist however, all rules and cordial behavior. Not attributes you wanted if you wished to survive mercenary work from her experience.
As they reached the tower, their friendly neighborhood archer decided to open fire immedietly. Child simply took her attack stance without a word, she was not going to hesitate in the least either. Her pulse as stead as someone simply doing dishes, the scarred and less then pleasant being that was Child grabbed her first set blades slowly from behind her back. The leather clicked and released the the curved cleavers that would do a lot of damage to someone like the orc. The blades were made to force trough mail, if she could hit a single joint on him the battle would be over. But he had backup, and he likewise, could fell her on a single swing. So when they split, she grinned behind her mask. It was a foolish move. The two running at Kasim and Alicia were at even ods, Dirge was going in one vs two. Clearly he had confidence in his skills.
And yet, Dirge was the only true warrior in that battle, His opponents were a empathic manswhore and… And One was a bug that usually were more apt in stealth and ambushes. So Child moved quickly and as quietly as she possibly could, not aiming to get in the giant warriors way but instead she engaged from his flank, putting as much of her herself in his blind spot as possible and darted forward, always mind the giant hammer, its arch and his long arms. She pulled one arm back, ready to throw the curved blade at him, a little trick she picked up in the arena. A moving opponent always found dodging more difficult if the you threw it straight at him, one wi
The moment he had decided to split from formation he had made a fundamental error. In combat, numbers are always a advantage in a open field. To split up only put their targets in a worse position, one that child was thankful for. Child pushed her foot in to the ground, shifted her body forward and tossed the blade with unnerving strength and precision (Heavy strike). If anything, Dirge would have to dodge or parry it, leaving him open for the giant ball of chitin death to strike at him.
When the the people split up into groups. She opted to take the opportunity to follow the Scarab around. Quite a interesting creature, child had interest in seeing him fight. She had never met one of her ilk before so she was curius as to what he could do with those massive claws of his. She was not a great admirer of the Duelist however, all rules and cordial behavior. Not attributes you wanted if you wished to survive mercenary work from her experience.
As they reached the tower, their friendly neighborhood archer decided to open fire immedietly. Child simply took her attack stance without a word, she was not going to hesitate in the least either. Her pulse as stead as someone simply doing dishes, the scarred and less then pleasant being that was Child grabbed her first set blades slowly from behind her back. The leather clicked and released the the curved cleavers that would do a lot of damage to someone like the orc. The blades were made to force trough mail, if she could hit a single joint on him the battle would be over. But he had backup, and he likewise, could fell her on a single swing. So when they split, she grinned behind her mask. It was a foolish move. The two running at Kasim and Alicia were at even ods, Dirge was going in one vs two. Clearly he had confidence in his skills.
And yet, Dirge was the only true warrior in that battle, His opponents were a empathic manswhore and… And One was a bug that usually were more apt in stealth and ambushes. So Child moved quickly and as quietly as she possibly could, not aiming to get in the giant warriors way but instead she engaged from his flank, putting as much of her herself in his blind spot as possible and darted forward, always mind the giant hammer, its arch and his long arms. She pulled one arm back, ready to throw the curved blade at him, a little trick she picked up in the arena. A moving opponent always found dodging more difficult if the you threw it straight at him, one wi
The moment he had decided to split from formation he had made a fundamental error. In combat, numbers are always a advantage in a open field. To split up only put their targets in a worse position, one that child was thankful for. Child pushed her foot in to the ground, shifted her body forward and tossed the blade with unnerving strength and precision (Heavy strike). If anything, Dirge would have to dodge or parry it, leaving him open for the giant ball of chitin death to strike at him.
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Chaos. Glas shard lying spread across the floor like some sort of reflection of the state Henrys mind currently were experiencing. The angel had felled one attacker and they had startred to evacuate. They moved trough rain, Veti carrying the wounded Aislinn with her towards the shade gate. Henry looked around, drawing upon all his senses, magical and otherwise, to find where exactly what was going on. As they began to make their escape, he remembered his violin briefly, and headed off to collect it. He needed some form of weapon, wherever they were going after all. Grabbing it by its neck e put it under his arm and stormed back to where the others were.
Iike many times in his life, Henry was late. A white wolf, huge and hulkingm had waited for them. The leader if Henry were to guess. A blade slid into the back of Aislinn with ease and cut her life short. Gods, it was as if he cut trough butter, the blade just parting the tendons, flesh and skin of her back up like a christmas turkey. Henrys eyes wided in shock as the White wolf lept trough the Shadgate quickly, clearly done with his awfull work. The tiny petite package of death that was Siya soon followed in furius pursuit after him but Henry doubted she would catch him. Not that he doubted her speed or powers, but becouse everything was coming apart in the seams. Henry ran over only to see the last of the great wolfmothers life leave her and he felt something cold came over him. He stared at the lifeless body, saw Veti cling to Thad. Saw the absolute grief in the eyes of Hoyle, who had offered him a home once. His fists clenched hard enough for his nails to dig trough the skin of his palm and the strings on his violing to cut into the fingers of his other hand. Red droplets slowly dripped down the strings of the instrument only to get sucked into the infernal thing. The thing drank heavily from the sorrow in the room, swelling in power.
“We will avenge her. I stake my life on it Hoyle.” The Sirens voice was clear, his face without any emotion. Like a blank slate, he was talking in monotone. He turned to the shade gate and stepped closer to it. He seemed to stare at the cold void of the Shadegate for what felt like forever before he turned back to the howling, griefstricken werewolf and the tone in his voice shifted to the coldest, most inhuman sound to ever leave his lips. “I’ll kill them all. Every single fae, werewolf and being who she ever commanded. I’ll kill every one of them. I’ll end this. But remember, you wanted revenge. Cling to it. Love will become hate. Sorrow will become anger. The foe we face now, she sits on all the cards. We might not survive. But I swear, one way or another, I will have vengence. For your sister, for my wife. For every life she claimed and will claim. I stake my very existence on it.”
And then he stepped inside the shade gate and let the powers fueling it grip at him. As he came out on the other side he looked over their motley crew. Henry looked to the demonic tool he had opted to use and then to the others. He could feel it in the air. This was different from the fight with the vampires. There was so much hatred, so much anger, so much grief. His violin seemed to drink it in, the demonic magic inside it soaking it all up. Good, he would need every bit of it for their upcoming battle. Still uncharacteristically silent, he leaned onto one of the stones and waited.
Iike many times in his life, Henry was late. A white wolf, huge and hulkingm had waited for them. The leader if Henry were to guess. A blade slid into the back of Aislinn with ease and cut her life short. Gods, it was as if he cut trough butter, the blade just parting the tendons, flesh and skin of her back up like a christmas turkey. Henrys eyes wided in shock as the White wolf lept trough the Shadgate quickly, clearly done with his awfull work. The tiny petite package of death that was Siya soon followed in furius pursuit after him but Henry doubted she would catch him. Not that he doubted her speed or powers, but becouse everything was coming apart in the seams. Henry ran over only to see the last of the great wolfmothers life leave her and he felt something cold came over him. He stared at the lifeless body, saw Veti cling to Thad. Saw the absolute grief in the eyes of Hoyle, who had offered him a home once. His fists clenched hard enough for his nails to dig trough the skin of his palm and the strings on his violing to cut into the fingers of his other hand. Red droplets slowly dripped down the strings of the instrument only to get sucked into the infernal thing. The thing drank heavily from the sorrow in the room, swelling in power.
“We will avenge her. I stake my life on it Hoyle.” The Sirens voice was clear, his face without any emotion. Like a blank slate, he was talking in monotone. He turned to the shade gate and stepped closer to it. He seemed to stare at the cold void of the Shadegate for what felt like forever before he turned back to the howling, griefstricken werewolf and the tone in his voice shifted to the coldest, most inhuman sound to ever leave his lips. “I’ll kill them all. Every single fae, werewolf and being who she ever commanded. I’ll kill every one of them. I’ll end this. But remember, you wanted revenge. Cling to it. Love will become hate. Sorrow will become anger. The foe we face now, she sits on all the cards. We might not survive. But I swear, one way or another, I will have vengence. For your sister, for my wife. For every life she claimed and will claim. I stake my very existence on it.”
And then he stepped inside the shade gate and let the powers fueling it grip at him. As he came out on the other side he looked over their motley crew. Henry looked to the demonic tool he had opted to use and then to the others. He could feel it in the air. This was different from the fight with the vampires. There was so much hatred, so much anger, so much grief. His violin seemed to drink it in, the demonic magic inside it soaking it all up. Good, he would need every bit of it for their upcoming battle. Still uncharacteristically silent, he leaned onto one of the stones and waited.
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