Was she? I read through and it looked like she was fighting skeletons.
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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.
3 yrs ago
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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Not decided on that yet, for now I'll say no.
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Accepted.
Did a small update to Marianne's since I'm pretty sure no-one was going to notice Tili at this point.
Unfortunately for Tyaethe, the firemage seemed to have planned for an attempt on his life, and an attempt to bypass him. A wave of fire sprang up as she passed by him, blocking her escape route. It was remarkably intense, even risky for an undead to pass through. At least, if they wanted to remain in a state in which they could continue to fight. The man rounded on her, eyes wild.
"ALL THINGS BURN, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?!" he cried, his wild eyes seeming to blaze with their own fire. Pyromania was rather unquestionable at this point. "WHEN THIS KINGDOM BURNS, ALL WILL BE REBORN! EVERYTHING WILL BECOME GLORIOUS ASH AND BEGIN AGAIN! YOU'LL BURN TOO, GIRL! AS FIRE IS MY BLOOD, HEAT MY PULSE, MAY THE CALLING SKY GRANT ME FLAME!"
As he spoke, fire seemed to engulf his body, though he appeared unharmed. Streams of flame poured, whiplike, from his hands, twisting towards Tyaethe.
"Oh?" the vampire tilted his head to the side, raising one eyebrow as he did. Sir Garret's blade had met his own, drawn in the blink of an eye. His grin hadn't faded at all, even though he seemed to be stuck in a rather disadvantageous situation. There was no further room to back up, though. He was penned in with that ice and the incoming flanking assault. So instead of continuing to retreat, he suddenly tossed his crossbow to the side, in a bid to disrupt one of his attackers. His sword flashed, in a bid to push Garret's blade sideways, his hand lashing out has he ducked low and forward, the goal to avoid the attacks aimed for his head and go right for the bigger man's throat. But it was clear what the vampire was trying to do. A vampire, even of the lowest kind, was strong and fast. It was possible that even through armor the man could tear out the knight's throat.
But wasn't such a move a risk...?
Fanilly saw the wave of fire rushing towards her just in time. Alvor did not. She threw herself back once more, feeling the heat blaze past her. What... what was that man doing?! She had heard of the paladins of Reon, their valiant defense of the innocent by destroying evil. The sword to Mayon's shield. But he'd killed surrendering prisoners, and now recklessly sent an attack that could have injured any of the others... or worse.
What in the blazes was he doing?!
Alvor's armor suddenly glowed, lines flowing across it, as the flames washed over him. Oh, it wouldn't keep him entirely from harm... but the man that stood after they cleared, using the shaft of his axe in an attempt to lock up the blow from the paladin, was not burned.
Fanilly found herself a little too distant to close the gape and strike, but still, she hopped to her feet and made a bid to reach him...
As the knights shattered skeletons, bones crumbling to the ground, their numbers slowly thinned. Oh, they certainly had dealt with the majority, but there at least seemed to be less. The man with the sword sighed.
"Fine, then," he commented, "They're at least a distraction."
Swiftly, he broke into a sprint, raising his sword. The nearest knight would be dead in a matter of seconds, too distracted by the skeletons to defend themselves from his attack!
And then he stopped dead in his tracks. He let out a small, strangled cry, slumped to his knees, and fell to the floor, a stab wound visible in his upper back. He was dead.
Tili stood behind him, the knife she'd taken from the body of one of the guards dripping blood.
"ALL THINGS BURN, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?!" he cried, his wild eyes seeming to blaze with their own fire. Pyromania was rather unquestionable at this point. "WHEN THIS KINGDOM BURNS, ALL WILL BE REBORN! EVERYTHING WILL BECOME GLORIOUS ASH AND BEGIN AGAIN! YOU'LL BURN TOO, GIRL! AS FIRE IS MY BLOOD, HEAT MY PULSE, MAY THE CALLING SKY GRANT ME FLAME!"
As he spoke, fire seemed to engulf his body, though he appeared unharmed. Streams of flame poured, whiplike, from his hands, twisting towards Tyaethe.
"Oh?" the vampire tilted his head to the side, raising one eyebrow as he did. Sir Garret's blade had met his own, drawn in the blink of an eye. His grin hadn't faded at all, even though he seemed to be stuck in a rather disadvantageous situation. There was no further room to back up, though. He was penned in with that ice and the incoming flanking assault. So instead of continuing to retreat, he suddenly tossed his crossbow to the side, in a bid to disrupt one of his attackers. His sword flashed, in a bid to push Garret's blade sideways, his hand lashing out has he ducked low and forward, the goal to avoid the attacks aimed for his head and go right for the bigger man's throat. But it was clear what the vampire was trying to do. A vampire, even of the lowest kind, was strong and fast. It was possible that even through armor the man could tear out the knight's throat.
But wasn't such a move a risk...?
Fanilly saw the wave of fire rushing towards her just in time. Alvor did not. She threw herself back once more, feeling the heat blaze past her. What... what was that man doing?! She had heard of the paladins of Reon, their valiant defense of the innocent by destroying evil. The sword to Mayon's shield. But he'd killed surrendering prisoners, and now recklessly sent an attack that could have injured any of the others... or worse.
What in the blazes was he doing?!
Alvor's armor suddenly glowed, lines flowing across it, as the flames washed over him. Oh, it wouldn't keep him entirely from harm... but the man that stood after they cleared, using the shaft of his axe in an attempt to lock up the blow from the paladin, was not burned.
Fanilly found herself a little too distant to close the gape and strike, but still, she hopped to her feet and made a bid to reach him...
As the knights shattered skeletons, bones crumbling to the ground, their numbers slowly thinned. Oh, they certainly had dealt with the majority, but there at least seemed to be less. The man with the sword sighed.
"Fine, then," he commented, "They're at least a distraction."
Swiftly, he broke into a sprint, raising his sword. The nearest knight would be dead in a matter of seconds, too distracted by the skeletons to defend themselves from his attack!
And then he stopped dead in his tracks. He let out a small, strangled cry, slumped to his knees, and fell to the floor, a stab wound visible in his upper back. He was dead.
Tili stood behind him, the knife she'd taken from the body of one of the guards dripping blood.
I think everyone involved in Fanilly's group has posted, actually, so I should be able to respond there.
For Marianne's group, when @Rin is feeling up to posting and does so I'll make my post there.
For Marianne's group, when @Rin is feeling up to posting and does so I'll make my post there.
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Dragons
Dragons are unique existences located, naturally, off of the planet earth. They serve a role as reality's defensive system, responding to threats by going into a murderous state where they destroy whatever is posing a threat to reality itself. Dragons are sapient, and each individual is unique. They range from reptilian creatures to even very humanlike ones.
Dragons' flesh and blood is composed of material known as ether, a magical substance that also composes stars on a subatomic level and can be used in multiple spells. Dragons are capable of breathing and moving in space, and are incredibly durable. No forms of non-supernatural harm can inflict real damage on them.
Dragons universally are capable of flight, even if they do not possess wings, and they can breath a destructive form of ether that rapidly dissolves matter it comes in contact with. They are very, very strong, though levels of strength vary based on the individual.
Historically, one notable dragon is the one slain by Saint George. Dragon Slaughter Ascalon destroyed it in a single blow, obliterating its body as well.
A number of more recent dragons(in the last five hundred years) have appeared in a more humanlike form more frequently.
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I can't seem to find an answer, so has everyone on team cat posted? If so I can update there for now.
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