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STATUS: 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
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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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I mean honestly they can be anything. Chainsaws, sniper rifles, swords, missiles, shovels, cannons, lances, drills...
Fanilly, taken off-guard by the spontaneous offer of a baked potato, stared at it in blank silence for a moment before shaking her head. "Er, no, no, not now."
She waved her hand. Now was certainly not the time for her to be snacking. It would look completely irresponsible, and beyond that it was hardly the time for anyone to be. But before she could protest, Tyaethe made a comment about the lack of... well, anything. Fanilly nodded. "You're right... if we're too late..."
A pang of guilt came at the prospect. If they had been too late, if the fort had been taken... ah, even if they hadn't known until the messenger's arrival... It was hard to avoid feeling guilty at the prospect of failing those who had made a cry for assistance in the end.
Fanilly was dragged from her thoughts almost immediately when they drew close enough to make out more details about the fort. The first and foremost among these details was what had been done to the reinforced wooden doors that would bar entry to anyone but those using siege weaponry or potent magic. They had been destroyed, splinters of wood scattered across the ground, one of the doors even smashed off its reinforced hinges and lying on the ground. And within...
Corpses.
The bodies of the soldiers who had occupied the fort were visible, now. Not all of them, but enough to make it clear what had happened. Bodies lay strewn across the fort's open entryway. They had died through various means, more and more discernible as the knights approached. Some had been stabbed, others riddled with arrows, some burned... and some seemingly hit with extreme force, limbs at odd angles. Whatever the case had been, the fort's soldiers had been absolutely massacred.
And inside, Fanilly could see a man wearing Thaln's colors frantically raising a crossbow. Spurring her horse on, she tried to get to his assistance...
A crimson spear pierced his chest before he could even aim.
"You had a plan and you threw it all away for that?" said a voice, as the spear's wielder came into view. It was a strange tone, somewhat... squeaky in a way that might be endearing if not for the situation. The wielder's appearance was that of an extremely pale girl with dark blue hair, her eyes noticeably crimson. The armor she wore was light, leather, overlapping to provide better protection. "What a wasted life."
Almost immediately, Fanilly drew her sword.
"Drop your weapon immediately, or the Iron Roses will kill you where you stand," she said, her tone cold and piercing. This girl had just slain a soldier of Thaln right before their eyes. If she did not immediately surrender, her execution would be immediate rather then after imprisonment.
"... Ah?" the spear-wielding girl looked up, resting her weapon on her shoulder. "... Ohhh, those Rose knights, huh? Heh, your captain's just as cute as I heard. I wonder if that's why you all follow her so closely?"
In spite of the situation, the leather-clad girl grinned.
"You don't have to be so pissed off," she continued, "These aren't the noble soldiers of Thaln you think they are, or whatever crap like that. Just go inside and you'll see what's really going on."
This was... they weren't Thaln's soldiers? But they were wearing the colors, the armor... what was going on? To Fanilly, it sounded like a trap.
The blue-haired girl sighed, cocking her head. Her pigtails bobbed. "What, are you going to attack me?"
She snickered. If they had taken this entire fort, there were surely other fighters somewhere around here...
She waved her hand. Now was certainly not the time for her to be snacking. It would look completely irresponsible, and beyond that it was hardly the time for anyone to be. But before she could protest, Tyaethe made a comment about the lack of... well, anything. Fanilly nodded. "You're right... if we're too late..."
A pang of guilt came at the prospect. If they had been too late, if the fort had been taken... ah, even if they hadn't known until the messenger's arrival... It was hard to avoid feeling guilty at the prospect of failing those who had made a cry for assistance in the end.
Fanilly was dragged from her thoughts almost immediately when they drew close enough to make out more details about the fort. The first and foremost among these details was what had been done to the reinforced wooden doors that would bar entry to anyone but those using siege weaponry or potent magic. They had been destroyed, splinters of wood scattered across the ground, one of the doors even smashed off its reinforced hinges and lying on the ground. And within...
Corpses.
The bodies of the soldiers who had occupied the fort were visible, now. Not all of them, but enough to make it clear what had happened. Bodies lay strewn across the fort's open entryway. They had died through various means, more and more discernible as the knights approached. Some had been stabbed, others riddled with arrows, some burned... and some seemingly hit with extreme force, limbs at odd angles. Whatever the case had been, the fort's soldiers had been absolutely massacred.
And inside, Fanilly could see a man wearing Thaln's colors frantically raising a crossbow. Spurring her horse on, she tried to get to his assistance...
A crimson spear pierced his chest before he could even aim.
"You had a plan and you threw it all away for that?" said a voice, as the spear's wielder came into view. It was a strange tone, somewhat... squeaky in a way that might be endearing if not for the situation. The wielder's appearance was that of an extremely pale girl with dark blue hair, her eyes noticeably crimson. The armor she wore was light, leather, overlapping to provide better protection. "What a wasted life."
Almost immediately, Fanilly drew her sword.
"Drop your weapon immediately, or the Iron Roses will kill you where you stand," she said, her tone cold and piercing. This girl had just slain a soldier of Thaln right before their eyes. If she did not immediately surrender, her execution would be immediate rather then after imprisonment.
"... Ah?" the spear-wielding girl looked up, resting her weapon on her shoulder. "... Ohhh, those Rose knights, huh? Heh, your captain's just as cute as I heard. I wonder if that's why you all follow her so closely?"
In spite of the situation, the leather-clad girl grinned.
"You don't have to be so pissed off," she continued, "These aren't the noble soldiers of Thaln you think they are, or whatever crap like that. Just go inside and you'll see what's really going on."
This was... they weren't Thaln's soldiers? But they were wearing the colors, the armor... what was going on? To Fanilly, it sounded like a trap.
The blue-haired girl sighed, cocking her head. Her pigtails bobbed. "What, are you going to attack me?"
She snickered. If they had taken this entire fort, there were surely other fighters somewhere around here...
@HereComesTheSnow: That's fine.
@Styrgwyr: Okay...
To begin with, I'm kind of wary of people who describe their characters as sociopathic, just because a lot of times it seems to not be done very well. ^^; It also seems kind of out of place with the rest of the character.
Otherwise, all you'd need to do is change her lightning spell, since we have a lightning knight already. ^^;
To begin with, I'm kind of wary of people who describe their characters as sociopathic, just because a lot of times it seems to not be done very well. ^^; It also seems kind of out of place with the rest of the character.
Otherwise, all you'd need to do is change her lightning spell, since we have a lightning knight already. ^^;
Yes. In fact I'll edit a description of it in. ^^;
There was, at that moment, an enormous thud upon the roof of the convenience store. To be truthful, perhaps that was inappropriate to call it a simple thud. The entire shop shook from the impact, and Akane's widening eyes saw one of the windows crack... and, slowly, dangling its way into view, a strange black tendril seemed to ooze its way into view, across the glass. Akane's heart hammered in her chest as her gaze fixed on the strange, black tendril. It seemed to seethe with purples inside, almost as if she was looking into a nebula in space. Even if she hadn't encountered one so very close when she was young, there was no way she wouldn't recognize that strange visage. The orange-and-yellow, pupiless eye that slowly swirled down the tendril to fix on her was only the final confirmation on the nature of the tentacle.
Negari. Here?! No wonder no-one was around, but... did that mean the Negari had... had...
Akane shook her head. No, she couldn't let herself freeze up! That... that would be stupid! She had to do something, she had to... had to... there were the other two girls in shop. One was... Nadeshiko-sempai? Then.. the other girl, from the other high school... She couldn't hesitate any longer! Taking a deep breath, she sprinted towards Nadeshiko-sempai and grabbed her hand, making to grab the other girl as well.
"W-we... we have to g-get out of here!" she cried. Yes... they had to leave as fast as possible. If it was a Negari, then a magical girl would be here soon too, but... she had to do something. No matter how nervous she felt, and no matter how close the Negari was, Akane still wanted to try and help if she could.
"C-come on!" she added, desperately. Akane had to help, she had to...
Even as the window cracked, and shattered inward.
From the outside, anyone approaching would see the Negari itself. A bloated, blobby creature, not as defined as some other creatures of its kind. More like some sort of single-celled organism the anything else. Covering it were the signature orange-and-yellow eyes that marked its kind, but the worst detail was that, inside its body, there drifted the unconscious forms of many, many people.
That explained where everyone in this area had disappeared to, at the very least.
Negari. Here?! No wonder no-one was around, but... did that mean the Negari had... had...
Akane shook her head. No, she couldn't let herself freeze up! That... that would be stupid! She had to do something, she had to... had to... there were the other two girls in shop. One was... Nadeshiko-sempai? Then.. the other girl, from the other high school... She couldn't hesitate any longer! Taking a deep breath, she sprinted towards Nadeshiko-sempai and grabbed her hand, making to grab the other girl as well.
"W-we... we have to g-get out of here!" she cried. Yes... they had to leave as fast as possible. If it was a Negari, then a magical girl would be here soon too, but... she had to do something. No matter how nervous she felt, and no matter how close the Negari was, Akane still wanted to try and help if she could.
"C-come on!" she added, desperately. Akane had to help, she had to...
Even as the window cracked, and shattered inward.
From the outside, anyone approaching would see the Negari itself. A bloated, blobby creature, not as defined as some other creatures of its kind. More like some sort of single-celled organism the anything else. Covering it were the signature orange-and-yellow eyes that marked its kind, but the worst detail was that, inside its body, there drifted the unconscious forms of many, many people.
That explained where everyone in this area had disappeared to, at the very least.
Alrighty, let's go.
I haven't started yet, so feel free to post first.
That's two, in which case I'll probably post again tonight. ^^;
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