So, the party got eventful in a completely different way then intended.
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I think watching fight scenes can help in general terms with writing combat, since it can give you an idea of flow and choreography.
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At least if you're writing something you know, with knights.
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I mean, depends on what you're writing, and the tone and theme of what you're writing. Trained armored knights were legitimately monstrous on the battlefield, so looking up how they fought helps.
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It's late here too, so not the best time for it. ^^;
Also made a very quick post to free things up.
The assassin didn't make even the slightest noise as she was grabbed, nor as she felt the light impact through her assailant. She just remained silent. As they hit the ground, she didn't struggle. She just remained completely silent. She didn't even move when Tyaethe did release her, though she was certainly still breathing. It didn't really matter what happened to her anymore. She'd failed so completely, it just didn't matter.
All she felt now was anger and sorrow.
All she felt now was anger and sorrow.
@Kangutso: If you have even the barest idea I can help out. Anything at all.
I figured she was a bit ahead of it. The assassin didn't consider one person as "barring the doorway", simply enough.
Aaaand I couldn't hold back. So there we go.
Another knight was swift to join them in defense of the Princess. Sir Gillian! Good, good, Fanilly had faith in his support. There was no-way any other assassins would possibly be reaching the Princess. Not with all of them here.
"I'm glad you're here, Sir Gillian," she said, nodding to the man as he went to join Sir Ian. But, as he began to speak... did he think someone had been planning something? But at the moment it seemed a bit unlikely... after all, it was counting on the fact that the Princess through the party because of their defeat of the bandits. But still... it was an unpleasant possibility. At the moment, however, Fanilly was more focused on keeping the Princess safe.
"Who did I... ah..." for a moment, Eliabelle was silent, attempting to recall who had told her about the bandits. After all, it was sometimes difficult to recall information in such a stressful situation. "I... I believe in was Endril, the Guard-Captain. But... what does he have to do with this? Did... did they catch the assassin yet?"
Eliabelle tried to look past her guardians.
From what Fanilly could see, it looked like the diminutive killer was still on the loose. But... maybe she'd been cornered?
"... Regardless of what happens, stay put. you'll be safe, Princess."
The windows were icing up... Tiral? Good! He was cutting off escape routes... the other partygoers, in their panic, had largely cleared the main floor at the very least...
The moment that the call of 'Assassin' rang out, a fire lit in Bethany's eyes. She stepped forward, and at Tiral's questioning, she shook her head.
"I can't designate targets for a wide-range sleep spell like that," she explained, simply, in a much more steady(though still soft and not exactly intimidating in the slightest) tone then before. She reached into a pouch on her hip, and drew out what looked like nothing more then a small, narrow block of wood.
But in her hand it extended, forming a thin staff. She pointed it towards the exit.
"Shards of diamond gather, fuse, form, heed the words of the long-dead master, the speaking mountain! Ignite Barrier!"
The assassin caught sight of the lunging attack by the crazy sword-wielding little girl. An attempted bearhug? It didn't matter. She sprang back, spreading her legs apart and putting a hand down to steady herself. The windows had frozen over. But nothing, yet, had barred her exit! There were knights all around her, but if she could just make it through the doorway...
Maybe, just maybe, her failure wouldn't be the end. Maybe there was still something she could do.
Straightening and spinning on her heal, she immediately made for the doorway(it was far too large for one knight to stop her!)... and watched an enormous purple barrier of light with twisting symbols around the edges form over it, completely barring her exit.
"..."
The assassin stopped. She did nothing for a moment, before glancing back at those who had surrounded her.
Silently, she fell to her knees, and buried her face in her hands.
There was no escape.
"I'm glad you're here, Sir Gillian," she said, nodding to the man as he went to join Sir Ian. But, as he began to speak... did he think someone had been planning something? But at the moment it seemed a bit unlikely... after all, it was counting on the fact that the Princess through the party because of their defeat of the bandits. But still... it was an unpleasant possibility. At the moment, however, Fanilly was more focused on keeping the Princess safe.
"Who did I... ah..." for a moment, Eliabelle was silent, attempting to recall who had told her about the bandits. After all, it was sometimes difficult to recall information in such a stressful situation. "I... I believe in was Endril, the Guard-Captain. But... what does he have to do with this? Did... did they catch the assassin yet?"
Eliabelle tried to look past her guardians.
From what Fanilly could see, it looked like the diminutive killer was still on the loose. But... maybe she'd been cornered?
"... Regardless of what happens, stay put. you'll be safe, Princess."
The windows were icing up... Tiral? Good! He was cutting off escape routes... the other partygoers, in their panic, had largely cleared the main floor at the very least...
The moment that the call of 'Assassin' rang out, a fire lit in Bethany's eyes. She stepped forward, and at Tiral's questioning, she shook her head.
"I can't designate targets for a wide-range sleep spell like that," she explained, simply, in a much more steady(though still soft and not exactly intimidating in the slightest) tone then before. She reached into a pouch on her hip, and drew out what looked like nothing more then a small, narrow block of wood.
But in her hand it extended, forming a thin staff. She pointed it towards the exit.
"Shards of diamond gather, fuse, form, heed the words of the long-dead master, the speaking mountain! Ignite Barrier!"
The assassin caught sight of the lunging attack by the crazy sword-wielding little girl. An attempted bearhug? It didn't matter. She sprang back, spreading her legs apart and putting a hand down to steady herself. The windows had frozen over. But nothing, yet, had barred her exit! There were knights all around her, but if she could just make it through the doorway...
Maybe, just maybe, her failure wouldn't be the end. Maybe there was still something she could do.
Straightening and spinning on her heal, she immediately made for the doorway(it was far too large for one knight to stop her!)... and watched an enormous purple barrier of light with twisting symbols around the edges form over it, completely barring her exit.
"..."
The assassin stopped. She did nothing for a moment, before glancing back at those who had surrounded her.
Silently, she fell to her knees, and buried her face in her hands.
There was no escape.
I'll be honest and say I badly want to post, and I'm not sure if there's much the pursuing knights can do at this moment anyway. ^^;
But hm.
But hm.
Also, I'd really like to post at the moment, but at the same time it'd probably make posting for some others difficult.
Though I'm also worrying most people don't have enough material at the moment.
Though I'm also worrying most people don't have enough material at the moment.
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