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Having bounded back to the trees after his assault, Koji gave pause before turning his gaze to his fallen foe. The writhing and shriveled collapsed on the ground triggered a relieved sigh from the warrior, eyeing over his blade that was now covered in the ichor of the creature. The smell was putrid, causing Koji to cough involuntarily before wiping the weapon clean upon the tree beneath him. Something this vile and wicked... Truly this job was turning out to be more then he bargained for. Collecting himself, Koji bounded from the tree to a position not far from the badger.

"You've encountered creature before? Vile monster," As he spoke, Koji would idly peer over into the book as his comrade began jotting down his entry into his tome. As he closed the book and spoke of their separated party, Kojiro merely nodded in reply. Though he wasn't sure which way to look... He was lucky enough to stumble upon this group by mere chance; hunting down the others would be slightly more complicated.

That is- before the badger had begun tracking signs of their wayward comrades. Taking to the trees once more, one could see Koji bounding through the canopy of the forest flanking them- though which much less vigor then before. The strain he had put on his body to not only catch up, but deal the final blow to the creature had taken it's toll. Still, he carried on, tightening his grip once the others came into view surrounded by the smaller spawns.

'Damnit!' The Dragon Bane was used to fighting massive foes, not hordes of smaller ones... As the numbers grew and encroached upon his allies, the man merely gave a heavy sigh before launching himself into the fray. With a mighty swing of his blade, he'd attempt to cleave one of the smaller creatures in two with a downward slice, standing erect as he once again bellowed out to draw attention upon him.

His aura of courage would radiate outwards, seeming to envelope and encourage his comrades as he drew up his blade and waited for his opposition.
I'll post after work tomorrow.
"Quaint little place, isn't it?" the party could hear the gruff sarcastic tone coming from a middle aged warrior positioned close to the front of the pack. Many who had served the Lances knew this to be Jorn Segundis, a rather cynical warrior with a knack for speaking his mind, "The kind of place where women tell ghost stories to frighten the children into behaving, or where one's shadow can be seen as an agent of death- a heartless specter looking for it's next victim." He couldn't help but chuckle at his own remark as he lifted a hand, dusting the snow off his coat that concealed the well-worn armor beneath. Having been no stranger to the colder climates, one could see this warrior perpared- wearing a coat made of thick furs with gloves to match.

"Still... This where Father Gabrazzi sent us," the last remark not seeming to be directed towards anyone in particular... Rather it appeared as if the man was currently speaking to himself, "Let's hope it's just a hoax."

'Vampires? Here of all places?' This thought would remain silently within Jorn's mind as his smirk faded slightly, 'Fair Lady, I hope they're wrong.' Shaking his head to be free of his innate fears, Jorn began to fall back in place with the rest of the party as they steadily approached the city. What he wouldn't give for a stein of ale and a warm fire right about now...

As they arrived at the city gates, Jorn would begin to take stock of the cities defenses- or lack thereof. However the axe wielding mountain of a man before them had caught his interest, 'What's a warrior like that doing in thi-'

All at once, the thought was interrupted by the sounds of someone crying out for help. At the same instant, the group that had come out to greet them scurried back into the walls like mice- all except the man with the axe. With a shake of his head in disapproval, Jorn would begin to scan the snowy scenery for any signs of the pleading screams. Only after one of the party members had rushed off into the distance did he see what was truly going on... A man and a child running from something, though their assailants had not yet come into view. But one needn't guess to hard- what with all the snarling and growling accompanying the terrified shouts. Quickly, Jorn spurred his horse onward, reaching back into his coat as he drew a cross bow from beneath the furs, a bolt already knocked in place. After settling into range, Jorn pulled back on the reins as the beast beneath him came to a halt, a dissatisfied whiny resounding.

"I don't like it either," Jorn mentioned to his beast, acting as if it would understand, "But steady on." Aiming down the sights of his weapon, he'd wait for whatever beast approached to reveal themselves.
"Ha! That's it! Surrender yourselves to the Red Wolf, heretics!" Rand said as he let loose a font of flame from his flamer as result of his overwatch, laughing wholeheartedly as the cultists rushed him and failed to connect, "May you suffer in it's maw!"

With that, Rand would draw up his power sword, attempting to tear into the nearest cultists. Having trained many years, even unsuccessful blows were used to force his opponent into unavoidable situations where a following strike was sure to connect. Even so, he would do his best to position himself at the forefront of the battle, pushing back his enemies to allow for ranged retaliation from his battle brothers.

At work. Will post when able or just assume rand takes his full turn with ws until melee assailants are dead.
Is the RP still open?
I'm in with akihiko at an 8.
BTW, I'm assuming entering overwatch takes up 2 moves as in space hulk: ascension. That's why I'm taking only two actions a post and entering overwatch.
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"The Emperor's Wrath does not suffer these blights idly! We will face our foe, and see it judged by the Emperor's fury!" The Wolf bellowed as he drew up his flamer, "Let us see this taint purged!" Giving his brothers a moment to clear from the range of his assault, Rand would begin to loose a font of flame across the scene that would engulf and ignite all flammable substances. As he watched the fires erupt from his actions, he held his combi-weapon aloft, awaiting in overwatch for whatever came in response.
Just for clarification (and curiosities sake) with all the roles taken, I assume this rp is closed?
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