Muttonhawk

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

After a few more moments of poured emotion and constricted breathing from Sabine, she stopped abruptly and opened her eyes. Her breathing began to quicken and her face softened from sadness to shock. The murmuring around them became more dominant. That seemed to make her sit up and flick her head around. "QUIET!" she snapped at the top of her lungs, before placing her ear against Meesei's chest again. The brief silence was just enough for Sabine to confirm that what she heard was reality.

Sabine sat up again. Her tears were still running, but her expression was now one of frantic determination. She placed her hands flat against Meesei's upper chest and over her heart, and then her healing magic began to glow gold again. It was weaker, but more focussed. Still, it only lasted a few seconds before flickering away. Looking around and hyperventilating, Sabine pat at the bare skin on her hip. Her potions were left behind when she transformed. She turned her attention to those around her. No one looked to be a mage, except for one.

"Magicka potion!" Sabine shouted with more authority than she had ever displayed. She extended a hand in the direction of the mage's belt. "Now! Now, or she will die!"

The mage, a Suthay-raht Khajiit in light armour and bound swords, seemed overwhelmed by the attention. He dismissed his swords, pulled a small waterskin from his belt and handed it over as quickly as he could. Sabine snatched the skin, uncorked it, and drank it down so fast that she squeezed out more liquid at once than she could put down her throat. The excess spilt out over her cheeks and she leaned forward with a fit of coughing. The potion spilt everywhere, but she had taken in enough of it. Sabine felt her magicka reserves replenish enough to resume her treatment. She threw the skin aside and brought the warm golden light back to her hands.

Everything went into Meesei once more, but rather than flooding more than Sabine could use into false hope, this time it was to keep that little spark alive.

At this point, Gallus had reached the front lines. The news of Meesei's death, temporary as it might have been after Gallus had left, would soon spread. Gallus took Ri'vashi's arm and turned her to see his grave expression. "Clan leader," Gallus said with a tone that spoke more than his words, "This battle is over."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Dahahaha! I was previously wondering if you were going to off S'nishi, actually.

I wasn't so sure about Meesei, but if she's apparently still alive, it's up in the air again.

I have something to do this afternoon. I'll do one more post and then I'll be off for a few hours.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Huh, this shakes things up. Especially in the area of my TEAR DUCTS! You bastard, Elite.

Oh well, it makes things interesting.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

The line that formed up against the enemy to allow the wounded to escape was tired, but determined. The enemy was not nearly as worrying here, with their forces diminished almost to nothing. They dared the enemy to come forward. Thankfully, enough seemed to be fleeing that the others would soon follow.

Gallus was the first nearby to react to Meesei's failing health. He spotted her collapsing over his shoulder and spun around to help her. He pulled at her arm to help her up to no avail. "Get up, champion! We have to keep moving!"

Getting only pained cries from her in response had him curse under his breath, crouch down, and lift Meesei over his shoulder. He ran as fast as he could in the direction of the healers in the defensive formation. It was that point that Sabine found them.

Sabine ran to catch up with Gallus, charging her own healing magic. If Meesei wasn't healing herself, she would have to. "Gallus! Let me help Meesei! She cannot hold on!"

Gallus turned his head, but did not stop moving. "Not yet!" He shouted. They both ran into the tree line before Gallus slid to a halt and placed down Meesei on her back.

Sabine fell to her knees and poured everything she had into healing Meesei's body. There was a tense few seconds where they both observed, but Gallus realised the situation before Sabine did. He had brought his ear to Meesei's mouth to listen for her breath for ten full seconds before his shoulders lowered and his eyes widened. He sat up and blinked twice.

"No..." Sabine whimpered as she continued to try to heal Meesei.

Gallus slowly stood up and turned away, blank-faced. Some errant soldiers were gathering around them, but he avoided all of their eyes. No one was making any sounds around them, except Sabine. Sabine was weeping again, desperately trying to deny the situation with her healing magic. Gallus shouldered past the gathered people towards the front line again.

That just left Sabine alone over Meesei's body, surrounded by strangers. Eventually, her magicka ran dry. At that point her tears were revealed to be falling onto Meesei's abdomen, making the drying blood run in rivulets again. Her strained red face took in a small, wheezing breath through her open mouth, finally realising futility.

Sabine let her head fall upon Meesei's chest as she wrapped her arms around her body. Sabine convulsed with sobs that were muffled by her hair.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Seeing Ahnasha's shoulder bent out of shape was gruesome, but Fendros was relieved enough that she was in no danger of dying. He pulled her up from the ground with one hand.

Fendros had seen enough of Ahnasha's raised corpses to be used to them. He felt thankful that she had decided to raise an enemy corpse again, but more than that, he looked impressed. "This is the biggest one you've brought up yet, isn't it?" Fendros remarked while looking at it. He shook off the moment; there was no time. He took Ahnasha's healthy arm, "See if you can get someone to put your shoulder back."

With that, Fendros moved to collect his shield and deal with the rest of the flanking force that the atronach was holding. The Senche officer's corpse loped breathlessly behind him with a disturbing blank visage.

Gallus countered his opponent and struck him in the face with the front of his hammer when Lorag had begun shouting. He continued with a strike to the blind spot he had created in the soldier's visor and the enemy spun to the ground, letting go of his spear, unconscious.

"They seem rather too real to..." Gallus' quip in return faded as none of the immediate standing enemies showed any signs of life, let alone movement. It might have helped other morale in the warband, but Gallus was cordial to this realisation. "Keep moving forward!" he shouted out, "Keep your wits about you! Something has to be making these..."

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Who was it that mentioned mecha waifu?

is this even a robogirl? O.O

@Kho

Looks more like an alien. I mean, not alien alien, but something that Shatner would get a fade-to-black with. Alien waifu, I guess.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Fendros' heels tilled the soil below him as he tried to hold the Senche back. His delaying tactic worked, but the Senche's resistance jerked him forward suddenly until he fell and was being dragged along the ground. He couldn't maintain his grip. When he moved his head up to see the Senche drive forward, he gasped some dirt into his throat as Ahnasha was struck with the Senche's body in its death throes. Fendros pushed off the ground as quickly as he could and sprinted over to Ahnasha. His first movement was to grab the Senche's legs and roll the dead Khajiit's body off her.

"Ahna! Are you alright?" Fendros asked desperately as he looked over her.

To Gallus, the enemies that were hanging back were just a sign to him that the morale of the enemy was fading. It was an optimistic thought, but the defenders might break and rout soon. That would put an end to the entire battle. He was more than ready for that. However, Gallus was not so blinded as to charge in after them without support. He stayed near Meesei so that the central formation could be defended and still move onwards. If those surrounding them wanted to stay put, it would only mean more spells and arrows thinning the dwindling numbers of the enemy.

There were a few amongst Meesei and Gallus' packs that might have picked up the strange magical activity in the area, but in the heat of battle, it was not easy. The only one who seemed to be acutely aware enough of it to act was Sabine. She was still trying to concentrate on deflecting arrows and spells, but there were fewer than she could justify standing around for. She stepped past the central formation to try and reach the front with her packs. She had to find out what it was and try to protect her pack.

"Sabine, wait!" Uthri called out, but not before Sabine disappeared into the crowd. There was nothing Uthri could do to stop Sabine with Peiter still in his arms.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Gallus recoiled slightly when his hammer caved in the cuirass of the Khajiit in front of him. He had almost been put off balance, but more importantly, he thought he was being disarmed by an unseen enemy. It was after he reassured his grip that Gallus realised that it was Meesei's influence. The sheer strength of the magic-enhanced blow made the enemy reluctant to engage Gallus, giving him an instant to realise the plight of his allies around him. He reacted immediately.

"Janius! Kaleeth!" Gallus pointed his bloodied hammer in the direction of Ri'vashi. He was in no position to help her himself, but the massive werecrocodile was. "Help the clan leader!"

Janius was distracted from his defence of Kaleeth's flank to observe what Gallus was pointing to. "Let's go!" he shouted to Kaleeth. He moved around to try and reach Ri'vashi, provided Kaleeth helped.

Fendros and Ahnasha were too far removed on the flank for Gallus to help either. That just left Meesei. With an aggressive shout, Gallus ran up to engage one of her adversaries poised to save their now blinded mage.

Fendros left the atronach to hold the line for now. The Senche was going for Ahnasha. He had to catch it before it got up to speed. In lieu of striking with his sword again, Fendros threw off his shield and grabbed at a strap on the Senche's armour, for better or worse.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

The enemy formation seemed to clear for the hulking Senche and its subordinate force making its way towards Fendros. To receive them, Fendros remained guarded and sprung, ready to thrust out or dodge away from any pounces, though the prospect of facing down a horse-sized khajiit was giving him second thoughts. The loud rupture in space behind Fendros was something he recognised as a conjured creature, but he turned curiously at the sudden chill and the heavy footsteps that followed. A walking humanoid iceberg, taller than even a Cathay-raht, fell into a position to oppose the enemy. It was Ahnasha's doing.

Fendros was far from opposed to the frost atronach leading the counter-charge. Its strikes were slow and easy to dodge away, but for those without room, its strength was readily apparent. Enemy soldiers were knocked to the floor, making for easy targets by Fendros and those around him. When the Senche came to bear, Fendros cautiously waited for the atronach to engage, before skirting around and waiting for an opportunity to thrust his sword into its side. He couldn't commit to a single, lethal blow without the risk of being savaged by tooth and claw.

Gallus' inspection of the situation drew him to Meesei putting herself in direct danger. He hadn't noticed her speech when he got stuck into the fighting beforehand. He quickly realised that the others were suddenly fighting harder, no doubt due to her leading from the front, but she was in more danger than he agreed with. He shouldered his way over to where she was fighting as fast as he could and joined in the fighting beside her, denying enemy soldiers access to her from one side by threat of a broken skull.

"Champion!" Gallus shouted out, interrupting himself to parry a sword and bring his hammer down on an enemy's shoulder with a loud, dull crack. "Don't you dare get surrounded!" He stopped again to fight off another, sidestepping a greatsword and punching through the side of a cuirass with his hammer's spike. "Remember what I said!"

The next clash took longer. Gallus deflected a couple of spears on his shield, stepped past them, and wrapped his shield arm around the shafts. Once trapped, Gallus then brought his arm around to push the spears down. One of the shafts ended up snapping under Gallus' strength. "Ri'vashi!" Gallus shouted out, even if the clan leader was not nearby. He let go of the spears and swung forward fiercely with his hammer, causing the spearmen to let go of their weapons and shy away. "I request your assistance on the other side, clan leader!"

As evidenced by Gallus' style, he was continuing to be reckless and desperate.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

G'night!