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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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@AtomicNut: The guards aren't knights, they're just in cheap plate. ^^;
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Also spawning a void in her hand that can destroy any material because envy is all-consuming and destructive.
But the maid army helps.
But the maid army helps.
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@ghastlyInc: Okay, um... You're underestimating how strong the Princes of Hell are, I think. Levi is physically the least durable and physically weakest Prince, and she can take a full-speed freight train to the face and not even get bruised. Also, demon regneration is based on a "reversion to a previous state". Their body reverses its personal time in order to completely negate injury by making it, effectively, never have happened. That's why it generally takes supernatural forms of harm to do damage, and holy items to completely outdo regeneration on some tougher demons(alternatively REALLY powerful spells work but that's on the really high end of demon power scales).
Demons are also a bit... um, how to put this... the divisions in their race are taken right out of the Ars Goetia and the Bible and stuff like that, I guess. The animal-trait demons are more unique. Beelzebub isn't an insect demon, she just has insectoid features in her antenna. Sheep demons wouldn't be a race, though that trait might end up in the child of a demon with such features.
Speaking of which, the child of a demon is always a demon even when they're born from a human-demon union, buuuuut the birthrates are extremely low.
Also, demon childhood is... weird. They're born and reality takes a bit to recognize they're a demon, but once that happens they just flat-out stop aging as their abilities really kick in. There's a reason Levi is a thousand years old and still looks like she's ten(though she's different then Sho would be given she's one of the originals).
On the bright side of things I don't think he's too weak offensively.
@Jedly: I mean I don't think they'd have been human. That being said, it's fairly easy to excuse them showing a clearly-magical human the Imaginary District as well. ^^;
@Rin: Of course you think that.
Demons are also a bit... um, how to put this... the divisions in their race are taken right out of the Ars Goetia and the Bible and stuff like that, I guess. The animal-trait demons are more unique. Beelzebub isn't an insect demon, she just has insectoid features in her antenna. Sheep demons wouldn't be a race, though that trait might end up in the child of a demon with such features.
Speaking of which, the child of a demon is always a demon even when they're born from a human-demon union, buuuuut the birthrates are extremely low.
Also, demon childhood is... weird. They're born and reality takes a bit to recognize they're a demon, but once that happens they just flat-out stop aging as their abilities really kick in. There's a reason Levi is a thousand years old and still looks like she's ten(though she's different then Sho would be given she's one of the originals).
On the bright side of things I don't think he's too weak offensively.
@Jedly: I mean I don't think they'd have been human. That being said, it's fairly easy to excuse them showing a clearly-magical human the Imaginary District as well. ^^;
@Rin: Of course you think that.
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To be honest, I'm not really sure the origin of futakuchi-onna, as well as some other youkai who were formerly human, actually IS that they were once human in-setting. ^^; I mean I guess aside from the ones who are more or less ghosts.
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@Jedly: Hmm, well, I will say youkai are unlikely to be bothered by a fully mundane gun(it takes a bit, or a very very high-powered weapon).
That being said, you're on the right track as far as having her actually meet some and be aware of their nature. ^^; Though youkai aren't in Russia.
... Also archangels are... a biiiit different.
That being said, you're on the right track as far as having her actually meet some and be aware of their nature. ^^; Though youkai aren't in Russia.
... Also archangels are... a biiiit different.
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@Jedly: Let me take a quick look I missed the edits.
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So, time for fighting! Feel free to have more guards show up in your post, there's quite a few.
Also I shuffled around a couple things to get us into the tomb faster, if that's alright.
Also I shuffled around a couple things to get us into the tomb faster, if that's alright.
Eliabelle was pleased to hear that at least a few of the other knights had read Fireheart. She had no delusions of it being a grand work of literary significance, but not everything needed to be of that nature, did it? Sometimes, it was nice to just read a good story. In her mind, this is exactly what Fireheart was, and why it deserved the popularity it had gained. She did give a brief nod to Christina, as the windows were quite breakable, but she did not move. She wasn't particularly close to them, after all.
... And the hundi boy was hugging her stuffed dragon, that was quite endearing...
... and then Sult spoke up.
The Princess frowned. She'd known Sult from when she was quite a bit younger, and... at the moment, memories of the cake incident were not exactly what she needed. Besides, recalling the horrific and tragic events surrounding Mern the Kinslaughterer, well... even passing by that painting sometimes gave her an uneasy feeling. She knew her parents liked it, and that the death of the madman was a popular subject... but the way that someone sharing her blood had become so deranged as to desire his younger sister, still a child, and Saint Elionne...
Before she could comment on all this, however, Sult did something... well...
Eliabelle could only give a blank, wide-eyed stare as the older girl's hands latched onto Bethany's chest.
Bethany herself froze for a few moments, feeling the taller girl's grip. Her cheeks immediately went scarlet, and her body vibrated slightly.
"Wh... wha... I... I... I... I..."
It appeared, quite simply, that her brain had stopped properly functioning. So many people were looking at her, while she was having... something like this happen... Even after Sult's grip was released, the court mage continued to tremble, practically glowing red.
And then an old man barged in with food.
And then Sult rushed out.
And the old man commented on her rear end.
For a few moments, Eliabelle was speechless, though she did proceed over to Bethany and place a hand on her shoulder in a bid to calm the girl down.
"... S... stories? I... er... very... very well..." she trailed off for a few moments. She was already off after the attempt on her life, but now... Well that entire sequence of events had been incredibly awkward, to say the least.
Fanilly saw the arrow meet its mark, piercing the guard's throat and sending him limply to the ground. It was gruesome, but Marianne had done her job. He didn't had a chance to raise the alarm. While the short girl didn't believe stealth would be plausible or applicable to this occasion, there was certainly the possibility of leading a surprise attack. They'd be less prepared and more easily dealt with in this way.
She gave a small nod to Tyaethe. That was good. The idea of unearthing the bodies of so many dead simply to serve as slaves... it was a terrible thought. Necromancy was something that had always made Fanilly's skin crawl. Manipulating the dead simply for one's own gain... oh, she did know of the more benevolent uses of the often-dark art. Preserving severed limbs to be reattached, keeping 'dead' organs functioning... she had once heard of a knight whose heart had died, but with the quick thinking of their magic-wielding companion managed to live for many, many, many more years due to necromantic arts used upon their heart. Fanilly did not know how that tale ended, however. But it was far more frequent that necromancy was used for darker, more fiendish purposes.
"If... if I'm not mistaken," Fanilly began, when Tiral brought up the possibility of the corpse being reanimated," if the necromancer is at the lowest level of the mausoleum, he won't be able to animate a corpse this high up."
Fanilly hesitated. Of course... she could have been mistaken. Moving the body likely was the best choice in any case...
Martina, however, was rather eager to charge in and slay the conspirators. The Nem girl, Tili, shot her a glare, but quickly relented when she mentioned ensuring the safety of her sister. Her glare returned to the girl with the ribbons in her armor, however.
"But there's no more time to lose. We need to get in, and now," she said, finally.
With that, Fanilly swiftly advanced. Soon they had reached the doors of the Cal Mausoleum, already slightly ajar. Blades already drawn, Fanilly carefully pushed it open wider and proceeded inward. The crypt was dusty, but well-lit. It was clear that there were people inhabiting it as of now.
And then some stranger showed up, in Reonite colors, to talk over the corpse.
"Ah? What's-"
Fanilly was cut off by a shout from deeper in the crypt.
"Knights?! What are they doing here?!" cried a guard from below, down the stairs. Swiftly, Fanilly turned, and saw a pair of guards who had come up the stairs that lead deeper into the crypt. They were men, wearing basic steel armor.
"Damn it, they must have found out! Summon the others! I'll-"
It was only a few steps. It was likely the guards already knew, but...
Fanilly had cleared the distance swiftly. The first man barely had time to raise his sword before her blade cut through his shoulder and down. His armor was of poor quality, likely bought cheap to avoid too much attention, and gave way.
He fell to the ground with a gasp and lay still.
There was no more time for stealth.
"Iron Roses! Charge!" Fanilly cried. Now that the guards knew they were there, it was simply time to kill them all as quickly as possible. Only those who surrendered would be spared, and for their part in a plot to assassinate the Princess it was certain their sentence would be death. But even still, slaying a surrendering man was abhorrent, and nothing an Iron Rose should ever do.
... And the hundi boy was hugging her stuffed dragon, that was quite endearing...
... and then Sult spoke up.
The Princess frowned. She'd known Sult from when she was quite a bit younger, and... at the moment, memories of the cake incident were not exactly what she needed. Besides, recalling the horrific and tragic events surrounding Mern the Kinslaughterer, well... even passing by that painting sometimes gave her an uneasy feeling. She knew her parents liked it, and that the death of the madman was a popular subject... but the way that someone sharing her blood had become so deranged as to desire his younger sister, still a child, and Saint Elionne...
Before she could comment on all this, however, Sult did something... well...
Eliabelle could only give a blank, wide-eyed stare as the older girl's hands latched onto Bethany's chest.
Bethany herself froze for a few moments, feeling the taller girl's grip. Her cheeks immediately went scarlet, and her body vibrated slightly.
"Wh... wha... I... I... I... I..."
It appeared, quite simply, that her brain had stopped properly functioning. So many people were looking at her, while she was having... something like this happen... Even after Sult's grip was released, the court mage continued to tremble, practically glowing red.
And then an old man barged in with food.
And then Sult rushed out.
And the old man commented on her rear end.
For a few moments, Eliabelle was speechless, though she did proceed over to Bethany and place a hand on her shoulder in a bid to calm the girl down.
"... S... stories? I... er... very... very well..." she trailed off for a few moments. She was already off after the attempt on her life, but now... Well that entire sequence of events had been incredibly awkward, to say the least.
Fanilly saw the arrow meet its mark, piercing the guard's throat and sending him limply to the ground. It was gruesome, but Marianne had done her job. He didn't had a chance to raise the alarm. While the short girl didn't believe stealth would be plausible or applicable to this occasion, there was certainly the possibility of leading a surprise attack. They'd be less prepared and more easily dealt with in this way.
She gave a small nod to Tyaethe. That was good. The idea of unearthing the bodies of so many dead simply to serve as slaves... it was a terrible thought. Necromancy was something that had always made Fanilly's skin crawl. Manipulating the dead simply for one's own gain... oh, she did know of the more benevolent uses of the often-dark art. Preserving severed limbs to be reattached, keeping 'dead' organs functioning... she had once heard of a knight whose heart had died, but with the quick thinking of their magic-wielding companion managed to live for many, many, many more years due to necromantic arts used upon their heart. Fanilly did not know how that tale ended, however. But it was far more frequent that necromancy was used for darker, more fiendish purposes.
"If... if I'm not mistaken," Fanilly began, when Tiral brought up the possibility of the corpse being reanimated," if the necromancer is at the lowest level of the mausoleum, he won't be able to animate a corpse this high up."
Fanilly hesitated. Of course... she could have been mistaken. Moving the body likely was the best choice in any case...
Martina, however, was rather eager to charge in and slay the conspirators. The Nem girl, Tili, shot her a glare, but quickly relented when she mentioned ensuring the safety of her sister. Her glare returned to the girl with the ribbons in her armor, however.
"But there's no more time to lose. We need to get in, and now," she said, finally.
With that, Fanilly swiftly advanced. Soon they had reached the doors of the Cal Mausoleum, already slightly ajar. Blades already drawn, Fanilly carefully pushed it open wider and proceeded inward. The crypt was dusty, but well-lit. It was clear that there were people inhabiting it as of now.
And then some stranger showed up, in Reonite colors, to talk over the corpse.
"Ah? What's-"
Fanilly was cut off by a shout from deeper in the crypt.
"Knights?! What are they doing here?!" cried a guard from below, down the stairs. Swiftly, Fanilly turned, and saw a pair of guards who had come up the stairs that lead deeper into the crypt. They were men, wearing basic steel armor.
"Damn it, they must have found out! Summon the others! I'll-"
It was only a few steps. It was likely the guards already knew, but...
Fanilly had cleared the distance swiftly. The first man barely had time to raise his sword before her blade cut through his shoulder and down. His armor was of poor quality, likely bought cheap to avoid too much attention, and gave way.
He fell to the ground with a gasp and lay still.
There was no more time for stealth.
"Iron Roses! Charge!" Fanilly cried. Now that the guards knew they were there, it was simply time to kill them all as quickly as possible. Only those who surrendered would be spared, and for their part in a plot to assassinate the Princess it was certain their sentence would be death. But even still, slaying a surrendering man was abhorrent, and nothing an Iron Rose should ever do.
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