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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.
3 yrs ago
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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Arturia Pendragon Saber - Babylonia
Saber would have charged more swiftly ahead the moment Berserker opened the way by quite straightforwardly bowling over all the guards without seriously injuring them. However, her Master seemed to struggle on the way up the stairs, and so Saber remained with her in order to ensure no harm came to her. As a result, she arrived at the top only shortly before Honoria did, by a matter of scant moments. What she saw when she arrived, however...
The blonde girl immediately stood at the ready. There was no mistaking that voice, that golden visage that stood before her. Last time she had seen that man, he had been standing just before... it. The grail. Just before... Saber shook her head to dispel that thought. She had to. There was no way she couldn't hold herself at the ready in the face of the King of Heroes. He was accompanied by an individual whom Saber could not determine the gender thereof, and a woman with dark hair. But her mind was focused on countering Gilgamesh if he chose to attack. To get in close as possible as quickly as possible. It was the only choice of action that felt right.
However, Lancelot had begun to attempt to explain the situation. Corrupted? He described Fuyuki's Grail as corrupted...? Was that... Saber shook her head again. She could... attempt to discern what he meant later, for now... As much as she was wary of Gilgamesh, she could assume that their fight was not with him.
But did he agree?
Kobayakawa Yumi, Master of Lancelot - Babylonia
Yumi was hardly expecting to suddenly be picked up like a toy. Her initial reaction was to kick her feet and yell, leaving a bewildered Ichineko behind.
"I-I'm not just a... a... d-don't just pick me up!" she cried, squirming under her Servant's arm. But before she knew it, they had already reached the top of the ziggurat, and Lancelot had swapped the ridiculous ladle for a spear somewhere in that period of time, before swiftly placing her behind himself. Ichineko hurried after them, arriving behind Yumi... and looking rather amused at her Master's distress. Yumi shot the familiar a look before turning her attention forward.
Her Servant was attempting to negotiate with... Gilgamesh? The King of Uruk? There was no mistaking that name, however. She'd never heard of anyone else called that, and he certainly looked like some sort of king. The others were more difficult to put a name to. An... individual, and a dark-haired woman.
Gilgamesh would be an exceptionally powerful Servant, of course... which meant everyone had to be on guard and avoid doing anything stupid.
"... Don't pick me up without warning again," Yumi couldn't help but complain, however, folding her arms as she peered around her Servant.
Amalie Georg Faust, Caster - Scandanavia
Caster stayed close to her Master, just in case she had to help in some other way, but her eyes were mostly on Edeltaud. Her skillset as a magus did not allow for much in the way of personal offensive capabilities, and most of her magecraft could only be utilized in a fashion that could be referred to as utility. Instead, she fought via the use of her summoned demons. In some cases she could even use them as projectiles and shields, though the later was a rather guilt-inducing outcome. Summoning a demon only to use it to weave a barrier was just cruel! They were her friends, after all!
So, for the moment, Caster started to pump her fist in the air, hoping to cheer on her summoned creation as she tore through the undead.
Speaking of which, Edeltaud was making quite the effort of it. As the Dead made it to their feet, one barely had time to let out a grow before a particularly forceful axe kick split its body down the middle from head to grow in a shower of blood. The demon butler's heel slammed into the ground and left a crater, as she almost immediately spun and used the side of her right hand to split another of the Dead in half at the waist, a followup blow causing its skull to explode before the upper half hit the ground. Yet another of the reanimated corpses was hit with a sharp open-palm blow to the chest, causing it body to fly backwards and bowl two of its brethren over and for its back to burst open from the force.
Edeltaud straightened, and flicked her wrist to shake the blood from her glove.
"I won't cease to fight until my Mistress is satisfied," she commented, simply, turning on her heal to kick through another of the Dead's skulls.
"Go Edeltaud! Go Edeltaud!" Faust cheered, one arm wrapped around Gretchen and the other pumping her fist in the air, "Smash them all up and we'll have loooots of cake! Lots and lots and lots and lots! Ice cream too I wanna try ice cream!"
@Crimmy: Theoretically but that'd mean using up an enormous amount of power.
Unless @Raineh Daze doesn't want to post this cycle, I'll hold off a little longer to see if she can work something else.
Alrighty.
@Crimmy: Yes. It can also burn you out and hurt you if you expend like, way more then you should be capable of using at once.
"... I hired some forces to work for me, yes," asked Veileena Cal, narrowing her eyes up at the tall figure of the immortal knight. Her arms transitioned from being folded off her hips, to her chest. "At the very least I'm glad that you're among the number seeking to interrogate me for absolutely no wrongdoing."
Normally, the person who gave you the news that your father was dead was not someone you would remember fondly, even if they had done nothing particularly wrong themselves. However, given Veileena's very public hatred of her father it was not entirely unexpected for anyone who knew about the young noble girl. "It's hardly illegal to hire mercenaries, now, is it?"
From what Fanilly knew of the girl, she was a rather surly, irritable sort. However, she had also expressed support of the Iron Roses, no matter how muted it was, in the past. Her standoffish attitude was perhaps an indication that something was wrong. However, before she could step up and question her about the reason behind her wariness, Sir Gillian had strode forward and swiftly interjected, in a rather... disruptive manner.
She could see Veileena visibly hesitate.
"... I..." she trailed off, clenching her fists. As if sensing her distress, Haelstadt stepped forward, preparing to initiate combat. However, the diminutive girl swiftly waved her hand to stop the huge black knight. "My business is my own and I have no need to answer such a rude request. Maybe if you didn't express yourself as such a stupid bastard I'd be more willing to respond."
The young girl seemed quite shaken, however. Had Gillian mentioning the shards set her off balance?
... If that hadn't set her off balance, the two identical twins commenting on her appearance certainly did.
"I... wh-what? You... what's with you!?" she protested, stepping back and blushing. Haelstadt swiftly stepped in front of the short girl in a bid to defend her from what was a much less violent from of attack.
"..." Fanilly took a deep breath, trying to look past the strange sight and the reference to her as well. "Lady Cal, there is potentially a very dangerous artifact in the wrong hands. If you assist us quickly we can retrieve it much more quickly."
"... My business is my own," Veileena insisted, peeking out from around her knight, "I... I'm not intending to do anything bad or anything foolish like that! It's just... private!"
Normally, the person who gave you the news that your father was dead was not someone you would remember fondly, even if they had done nothing particularly wrong themselves. However, given Veileena's very public hatred of her father it was not entirely unexpected for anyone who knew about the young noble girl. "It's hardly illegal to hire mercenaries, now, is it?"
From what Fanilly knew of the girl, she was a rather surly, irritable sort. However, she had also expressed support of the Iron Roses, no matter how muted it was, in the past. Her standoffish attitude was perhaps an indication that something was wrong. However, before she could step up and question her about the reason behind her wariness, Sir Gillian had strode forward and swiftly interjected, in a rather... disruptive manner.
She could see Veileena visibly hesitate.
"... I..." she trailed off, clenching her fists. As if sensing her distress, Haelstadt stepped forward, preparing to initiate combat. However, the diminutive girl swiftly waved her hand to stop the huge black knight. "My business is my own and I have no need to answer such a rude request. Maybe if you didn't express yourself as such a stupid bastard I'd be more willing to respond."
The young girl seemed quite shaken, however. Had Gillian mentioning the shards set her off balance?
... If that hadn't set her off balance, the two identical twins commenting on her appearance certainly did.
"I... wh-what? You... what's with you!?" she protested, stepping back and blushing. Haelstadt swiftly stepped in front of the short girl in a bid to defend her from what was a much less violent from of attack.
"..." Fanilly took a deep breath, trying to look past the strange sight and the reference to her as well. "Lady Cal, there is potentially a very dangerous artifact in the wrong hands. If you assist us quickly we can retrieve it much more quickly."
"... My business is my own," Veileena insisted, peeking out from around her knight, "I... I'm not intending to do anything bad or anything foolish like that! It's just... private!"
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