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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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roleplayerguild.com/posts/5… If anyone's up for fighting some kaiju, why not try out my new RP, Godzilla: YATAGARUSU?
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@FlappyTheSpybot: More knives. I might suggest looking under the scarf.
It was quiet.
Not the sort of quiet that one expected on a road. One still expected to see a patrol, in an area with orcs reported. And failing that, one expected to hear the wildlife... but there was nothing.
Not a sound.
After days of feeling as if she'd been assigned to entertain bored soldiers, Sophie had been hoping they'd come across the orcs so they could take them all out. But she certainly didn't want it to be at the expense of, say, one of the patrols... And given the sudden lack of them...
"..."
She didn't understand Nemmish, but it seemed as if Nehir was relaying some kind of plan, keeping up a nonthreatening ruse. Or at least attempting to. Frankly, the small purple-haired Sword didn't know if that was the wisest idea at the moment. Not that immediately being obviously on guard was any better, but the total silence... Sophie felt as if it indicated a potential ambush. She wanted to crush the orcs quickly, before they could harm anyone or any could go running off to harm anyone else. That was what was most important to her. So the slow approach of trying to put up some kind of ruse like this... it irritated her, at least a little.
"... If they're around here..."
Still, she did try not to disrupt the Nem's plan, at least for the moment. Her hand tensed, ready to grasp her axe, but aside from that...
@Rune_Alchemist@1Charak2@ghastlyInc
Not the sort of quiet that one expected on a road. One still expected to see a patrol, in an area with orcs reported. And failing that, one expected to hear the wildlife... but there was nothing.
Not a sound.
After days of feeling as if she'd been assigned to entertain bored soldiers, Sophie had been hoping they'd come across the orcs so they could take them all out. But she certainly didn't want it to be at the expense of, say, one of the patrols... And given the sudden lack of them...
"..."
She didn't understand Nemmish, but it seemed as if Nehir was relaying some kind of plan, keeping up a nonthreatening ruse. Or at least attempting to. Frankly, the small purple-haired Sword didn't know if that was the wisest idea at the moment. Not that immediately being obviously on guard was any better, but the total silence... Sophie felt as if it indicated a potential ambush. She wanted to crush the orcs quickly, before they could harm anyone or any could go running off to harm anyone else. That was what was most important to her. So the slow approach of trying to put up some kind of ruse like this... it irritated her, at least a little.
"... If they're around here..."
Still, she did try not to disrupt the Nem's plan, at least for the moment. Her hand tensed, ready to grasp her axe, but aside from that...
@Rune_Alchemist@1Charak2@ghastlyInc
Saber - Benienma
Kiara's struggled to sit up. Maintaining her own barrier under constant assault, coupled with trying to combat the inherent corruption present inside the barrier and protect her allies, had taken its tole on her. Blood trickled from her nose, and her breathing was heavy and ragged. And even still, when she noticed her horned counterpart appearing, the black-haired woman had tried to sit up, she had tried to perform another mudra, to recreate the full strength of her barrier and block the beast candidate from drawing any closer... but she couldn't. The sheer exhaustion and strain on her body was too much. All she could do was watch as-
Jason took the blow.
The Dark Replica's arm had plunged entirely through his shoulder.
Kiara's eyes widened in horror. No, she'd... he'd...
"L-Liu-san...!"
There was a crackle, and a flash of green light.
She'd failed.
One of those under her protection had suffered grievous injury.
But...
This sinner would go no further...!
Kiara's arm came off, bloodily sliding from the wound in Jason's shoulder. As it fell, it came apart again, severed seemingly hundreds of times in an instant into crimson chunks that fell messily to the earth.
"... I'm sorry, Masta," Benienma said, sliding her katana into her sheath as she straightened, the diminutive enma turning towards the Dark Kiara. The guilt she felt over allowing Jason to be so terribly injured was forming a tightness in her chest, deep in her heart. She glanced back over her shoulder. "... Use the box I gave you dechi."
With that, her gaze instantly hardened as it returned to her opponent, her right hand finding itself back to the hilt of her katana.
"You won't escape this time, Sessyoin," said the red enma, "Benienma will ensure that the full weight of your sins comes down on your head."
The diminutive Servant's magical energy surged. The air around her suddenly seemed displaced, carrying her kimono and her ponytail with the sudden rush of wind. Beside her, mana built up higher and higher, until there was a snapping sound accompanied by a flash of light and smoke.
Beside the girl there stood a massive wicker basket, larger than not only Benienma herself but also both Kiaras, Hakuno, and Jason. It could easily house an entire person inside of it completely. The instant it fully appeared the lid opened wide, releasing a gust of high-intensity wind directly towards the evil Kiara!
But that wasn't it. Coming with it were hundreds of tiny sparrows, pecking and clawing at the sinful monster that looked like a human.
No matter where the evil Sessyoin Kiara fled to, Benienma wouldn't let her escape again.
She wouldn't let her harm anyone else.
This would be a blow of execution.
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Hmm, I think I'll let some other people in my group go first, unless they want me to go.
Sorry if I missed anything, please tell me if I did. ^^;
Fanilly took Sir Nicomede's hand, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet. As she did, she took the Princess's hand in her other, Eliabelle somewhat more shakily pulled up as well.
Several things had happened in the time it took for the Nem to be captured. The crown knights, in their full face-concealing armor, had swiftly taken up positions around the Iron Roses and the Princess. Others had quickly found their way to every possible exit of the main hall, blocking them off with their weapons or their bodies. At least the Crown Knights had responded quickly...
With Sir Gerard asking her for orders, Fanilly inhaled deeply and tried to think. The Princess appeared as if she was trying not to show it, but Fanilly could feel her shaking as she still held her hand...
"... Bolster the defenses the crown knights have put into place, and if you can ask if anyone in the crowd noticed anything strange before the attack," she said, finally. She still didn't understand it, not really. How could a single nem Assassin have possibly made her way into the hall without being seen? She appeared to have come right from the middle of the crowds. While she knew that the diminutive desert-dwelling race was known for being subtle and stealthy, and their small size certainly aided in that, there was no way one could walk through the center of a party without being seen.
Or... was there?
By this point, the Nem herself had stopped struggling entirely. Instead, she simply laid there limply. She did not appear to be in any sort of pain or anything of the sort, so it was unlikely she had somehow poisoned herself. Instead, she was simply lying there on her back, glaring up towards her captors. Still she had not made a single sound, though tears could be seen in the corner of her narrowed eyes, and it seemed she was trembling slightly.
Aside from that, nothing could be discerned of the Assassin's intentions thus far. If anything was to be found, it likely wasn't going to be found like this.
@HereComesTheSnow@Asuras@jdh97@Animal@TheFake@Crimson Paladin@PaulHaynek@FlappyTheSpybot@Raineh Daze@ghastlyinc@Krayzikk@Heartfillia
Several things had happened in the time it took for the Nem to be captured. The crown knights, in their full face-concealing armor, had swiftly taken up positions around the Iron Roses and the Princess. Others had quickly found their way to every possible exit of the main hall, blocking them off with their weapons or their bodies. At least the Crown Knights had responded quickly...
With Sir Gerard asking her for orders, Fanilly inhaled deeply and tried to think. The Princess appeared as if she was trying not to show it, but Fanilly could feel her shaking as she still held her hand...
"... Bolster the defenses the crown knights have put into place, and if you can ask if anyone in the crowd noticed anything strange before the attack," she said, finally. She still didn't understand it, not really. How could a single nem Assassin have possibly made her way into the hall without being seen? She appeared to have come right from the middle of the crowds. While she knew that the diminutive desert-dwelling race was known for being subtle and stealthy, and their small size certainly aided in that, there was no way one could walk through the center of a party without being seen.
Or... was there?
By this point, the Nem herself had stopped struggling entirely. Instead, she simply laid there limply. She did not appear to be in any sort of pain or anything of the sort, so it was unlikely she had somehow poisoned herself. Instead, she was simply lying there on her back, glaring up towards her captors. Still she had not made a single sound, though tears could be seen in the corner of her narrowed eyes, and it seemed she was trembling slightly.
Aside from that, nothing could be discerned of the Assassin's intentions thus far. If anything was to be found, it likely wasn't going to be found like this.
@HereComesTheSnow@Asuras@jdh97@Animal@TheFake@Crimson Paladin@PaulHaynek@FlappyTheSpybot@Raineh Daze@ghastlyinc@Krayzikk@Heartfillia
It was a dark, dreary, rainy day.
Naturally, there were few people walking out and about, unless they desperately needed to be somewhere. And even if they did, most of them were taking public transit or personal vehicles. There wasn't anyone in their right mind who would willingly be out for a walk when it was raining heavily enough, and this certainly qualified.
But regardless of that fact, there was one girl who seemed quite content to take a walk rather than ride to her destination. Perplexing as this was, it became all the more unusual when she was observed more closely.
She was a petite blonde girl, her age difficult to discern form her youthful features and short height. It was unlikely anyone would place her older then perhaps thirteen, and many would place her a year or so younger.
If one were to ask her how she felt about such comments, it was unlikely they would hear anything particularly happy in response.
In her right hand, she held a black cane. She didn't seem to need it to walk, and yet she was using it all the same. Speaking of her right hand...
Her entire right arm was bandaged. Not a single piece of flesh could be seen underneath, the bandages extending up beneath her sleeve. Exactly why this was would be a complete mystery to most observers, as the range of movement that she exhibited with the limb indicated she was entirely uninjured.
But, perhaps, the strangest thing was the fact that there was an umbrella beside her. No, she was not holding an umbrella. Many observers would simply assume that was the case, as it was impossible that an umbrella would simply float beside someone.
But common sense could override the truth, in some cases. And to be fair, the umbrella was not simply floating beside her.
It was being carried by a girl, taller then the blonde, in a stylized kimono. Only the blonde herself, and her companions and others versed in the supernatural, could see this fact. They could also see the lengthy tongue hanging from the umbrella, and its single large eye.
Suzuki Tomoko, Intermediary Between Humans and Youkai, had to keep the rain out somehow after all.
Her medical checkup had concluded by this point, but she had another purpose here. One she had invited all her other assistants to join her for(and made it rather clear they should come, through one method or another).
There was someone due to be released today she wanted to meet.
A girl whose broken arm had healed in a single day. A girl whose family had quite an intriguing history...
The Intermediary could always use more assistants, after all.
@Rin@TheFake@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist@Raineh Daze
Naturally, there were few people walking out and about, unless they desperately needed to be somewhere. And even if they did, most of them were taking public transit or personal vehicles. There wasn't anyone in their right mind who would willingly be out for a walk when it was raining heavily enough, and this certainly qualified.
But regardless of that fact, there was one girl who seemed quite content to take a walk rather than ride to her destination. Perplexing as this was, it became all the more unusual when she was observed more closely.
She was a petite blonde girl, her age difficult to discern form her youthful features and short height. It was unlikely anyone would place her older then perhaps thirteen, and many would place her a year or so younger.
If one were to ask her how she felt about such comments, it was unlikely they would hear anything particularly happy in response.
In her right hand, she held a black cane. She didn't seem to need it to walk, and yet she was using it all the same. Speaking of her right hand...
Her entire right arm was bandaged. Not a single piece of flesh could be seen underneath, the bandages extending up beneath her sleeve. Exactly why this was would be a complete mystery to most observers, as the range of movement that she exhibited with the limb indicated she was entirely uninjured.
But, perhaps, the strangest thing was the fact that there was an umbrella beside her. No, she was not holding an umbrella. Many observers would simply assume that was the case, as it was impossible that an umbrella would simply float beside someone.
But common sense could override the truth, in some cases. And to be fair, the umbrella was not simply floating beside her.
It was being carried by a girl, taller then the blonde, in a stylized kimono. Only the blonde herself, and her companions and others versed in the supernatural, could see this fact. They could also see the lengthy tongue hanging from the umbrella, and its single large eye.
Suzuki Tomoko, Intermediary Between Humans and Youkai, had to keep the rain out somehow after all.
Her medical checkup had concluded by this point, but she had another purpose here. One she had invited all her other assistants to join her for(and made it rather clear they should come, through one method or another).
There was someone due to be released today she wanted to meet.
A girl whose broken arm had healed in a single day. A girl whose family had quite an intriguing history...
The Intermediary could always use more assistants, after all.
@Rin@TheFake@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist@Raineh Daze
@Rin: Accepted!
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