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Elodie also has a polearm.


on account of that being a convertible weapon, i'm putting that in the "IT WOULD BE METAGAMING IF SHE KNEW" area.

>the list

fuck me here comes Chris Jericho


IT'S A LIST OF STUPID IDIOTS

A N D A L L O F Y O U A R E O N I T
time to gatekeep thrusting weapons

you've been added to THE LIST

and this made me realize i should have chosen a more unique weapon. Like a pollock.
alright, i killed a guy. if you didn't want me to, i'll edit it somehow.

also my level of sweating to make sure i didn't get ninja'd.
With Aria's old gelding carrying the ever-alert knight to the bandit's encampment, the sortie had been deliberating ideas. Scouts, bombardments, and just plain routing the enemy had all been offered by the various knights, but the most important fact remained; their leader didn't offer much of a plan. Simply win was the goal and not a plan. While Aria was fine—agreed, even—with the tradition of choosing someone born under the full moon, following such an inexperienced woman into battle left a sour taste in her mouth. A general that couldn't command an army was no general, after all.

Soon, they dismounted as the thicket became too harsh for the horses to traverse. Not even bothering to tie her gelding down, she dismounted with weapons in hand. On a cursory inspection of her allies, a few noticeable faces stood out. The first was a similarly tall woman with red hair. She looked noble, but she was no Larette. She either had some Larette blood in her, or she was just unlucky enough to be born with the same characteristics of Aria's house. Another was a small woman; a child, in fact. Under a parasol, she had rested for the duration of their ride. She was a knight, no doubt. If she too bore the crest of the iron rose, then that would mean her ability justified her odd behaviour. The one who had suggested the... bombardment was also interesting. Rather than traditional plate, she wore cloth. Well, the same applied to her. Those who wore the Iron Rose were still allies. Lastly was a giant. He was a giant. It wasn't often that one would see non-humans in their order. Plus, it was impossible for Aria to not notice his massive figure. He was one of the few knights that were taller than her.

As they dismounted, the group of knights had stumbled upon a damaged cart and the victims of an attack. It wasn't too uncommon for a bandit to attack random passersby to take whatever they took. What was important was to avoid the damaged carts and survivors. After all, those who wished to help others were easy targets. No strategist worth their salt would go to inspect an obvious trap before securing the area first. Of course Aria would look the other way, ever alert to ambushes and flanks.

Then their captain yelled something about someone still being alive. Well, that was fine. As long as she secured the area first, that was. As long as Aria watched the flank, the others could secure the area.

Then she heard the man speak and turned around, only to see their captain trying to aid the man at the cart.

"Sto-"

It was too late. Their captain had realized her mistake and leapt out of the way. Arrows rained where she once was. Thankfully, their fearless leader was unharmed. Emerging from their hiding spots behind the trees, a large group of bandits came out. Were they fearless? Did they not see the equally large group of trained knights facing them? They were either fiercely loyal or fiercely dumb. Either way, they would end up dead.

Their captain had raised her sword, signalling it was time to counterattack. Really? That was it?

There was no point in waiting. One of the key tenements of battle was speed. If they were to rout the enemy, the fleeing bandits would be easy pickings. Quickly, she entered slapped the back of those who also also carried polearms. The female knight who wore only a small breastplate for plate, the knight with a twin-edged spear, the equally tall knight with the fur neck-lining and poleaxe, and the rather short knight who possessed and ash spear.

"With me," she ordered them, "we're going to push for a rout." Suddenly, she yelled to the rest of them. "And leave one alive!"

She didn't actually care if they came with her. It was simply better for spear users to fight as a unit. Even if they didn't, Aria didn't need to rely on others. Charging towards the rightmost bandit that faced them, she dashed even more right. The rightmost bandit, distinguished with a hodgepodge of chain and leather with sword and shield, had been confused by his sudden opponent avoiding him. With all of her might, Aria planted her feet and thrust her spear directly into the trunk of the tree. The wood parted as though it wasn't there, forming a large hole an inch larger than the spearhead in each direction. The spear didn't stop at the tree. If it had, it would have been a lesser spear. No, it instead carried onwards, directly into the skull of the bandit Aria had placed in line with her thrust. The bandit instantly dropped, his skull made considerably airier. With a quick pull, Aria brought her spear out of the trunk, ready for her next move.

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i chose the wrong week to get a head cold apparently
does jorm have to cho'gall it

The difference being that miss six-foot-three became Christmas-cake long before she even hit 25. :3


In all fairness, .45 ACP is for chodes. I will die on the hill of "if you're using a pistol chambered for .45 you're compensating for something"




THE TWO TIME

they can, like most people who aren’t manlets, tank 9mm relatively easily, however.


it's a good thing .45 acp is a chode of a bullet
no vampire can defend against the might of my m1911

gat gat gat
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