@Caasicam: Alright, great! I'm happy to talk over any ideas you might have, as well!
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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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@Caasicam: Yes, yes we do!
When it came to a test of strength like this, Fanilly couldn't deny she was at a disadvantage. For all the finesse that had been drilled into her, there was no ignoring the fact that the armored man was stronger then she was, and likely carried with him significant experience. But... she couldn't give in!
"You're not cut out for this, little girl," he snarled as he forced her back, "Let me demonstrate!"
She couldn't keep holding him back much longer, not with the undead he had brought with him...!
But at that very moment, Sir Gerard broke through the skeletons, bringing his sword down for a devastating overhead blow! Now it was the armored man's turn to be on the back foot, forced to disengage from Fanilly to save his own life, using the side of his blade as a barrier between his head at the edge of the knight's weapon.
The instant she got an opening, Fanilly surged forward, the razor tip of her sword glinting in the light of the torches as she immediately targeted one of the gaps in the man's armor. Cursing, he sprang back, clearly having anticipated his wall of skeletal reinforcements to withstand assault a little longer, even if they were capable of reforming provided there was enough of them to keep moving.
"Somewhat more capable then I'd thought, then," he commented, swiftly making more distance between himself as several of the remaining skeletons moved in to delay the knights' approach. Fanilly's eyes narrowed... this was cowardice, wasn't it? He'd only wanted to fight when he had a clear advantage, but now that he had two opponents he was making sure they couldn't close the gap and avoiding any direct conflict.
"Your undead won't protect you, nor will they prevent us from carrying out our duty," Fanilly asserted, raising her sword towards the man as the skeletons raised their weapons to defend him, "Surrender now and you will at least live to be brought before a court."
"Hah, as if you're in any position to make such demands," he replied, his free hand digging into the pouch a his hip. What he drew forth was something gleaming, red, a sort of talisman...?
"Tell me, Iron Rose Knights, have you ever heard the name Reddb-"
But before he could demonstrate whatever it was the talisman did, he let out a cry of pain, dropping the talisman immediately!
There, slipped into the joint at his elbow, was a gleaming dagger! Fanilly was suddenly struck by the realization that the ensuing chaos had made it difficult to keep track of the nem. Had Vosahnn...?
If she had, she had done her best to immediately return to the right side of the room, getting out of the way as swiftly as possible.
"Damn you little bitch! Kill her, kill her!" the armored man growled, clearly suspecting that the nem had been responsible. The skeletons lurched towards her, and Fanilly almost immediately sprang into action, bringing her sword sharply downwards and causing one to collapse into a heap of bone, fracturing its skull.
Now he was directly targeting Vosahnn, but at the same time, his anger and pain had lead to him making a critical mistake. The undead he'd used as a wall were departing in their attempt to kill the nem, leaving him open to a direct attack...!
The armored Barukstaedian's axe swung again, and again, as he kept up his assault. However, Tyaethe's taunting seemed to have served only to make him somewhat annoyed... it was clear he either cared little for the fate of the Vos Korvungand, or quite simply because he was more concerned with the fight at hand then anything else.
This time, however, the runes on his axe were beginning to glow... the next strike he made would have considerably more explosive force behind it!
The agility possessed by the hooded man was almost unreal. Not, it absolutely was. Just how could a man move so swiftly? How could a human being move with such agility? His strikes, the manner his body moved, it didn't seem as if it should have been possible.
But an Iron Rose Knight had likely seen such swiftness before, hadn't they?
The next strike that Fleuri made was not parried or dodged.
It was caught.
The man's hood had fallen down. Beneath was a handsome, clean-shaven face, black hair... and crimson eyes.
He'd caught the edge of the borrowed claymore in his teeth.
His fangs.
He freed the sword and stepped back, straightening.
"Allow me to introduce myself," he began, "I... am Damon Cal."
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"You're not cut out for this, little girl," he snarled as he forced her back, "Let me demonstrate!"
She couldn't keep holding him back much longer, not with the undead he had brought with him...!
But at that very moment, Sir Gerard broke through the skeletons, bringing his sword down for a devastating overhead blow! Now it was the armored man's turn to be on the back foot, forced to disengage from Fanilly to save his own life, using the side of his blade as a barrier between his head at the edge of the knight's weapon.
The instant she got an opening, Fanilly surged forward, the razor tip of her sword glinting in the light of the torches as she immediately targeted one of the gaps in the man's armor. Cursing, he sprang back, clearly having anticipated his wall of skeletal reinforcements to withstand assault a little longer, even if they were capable of reforming provided there was enough of them to keep moving.
"Somewhat more capable then I'd thought, then," he commented, swiftly making more distance between himself as several of the remaining skeletons moved in to delay the knights' approach. Fanilly's eyes narrowed... this was cowardice, wasn't it? He'd only wanted to fight when he had a clear advantage, but now that he had two opponents he was making sure they couldn't close the gap and avoiding any direct conflict.
"Your undead won't protect you, nor will they prevent us from carrying out our duty," Fanilly asserted, raising her sword towards the man as the skeletons raised their weapons to defend him, "Surrender now and you will at least live to be brought before a court."
"Hah, as if you're in any position to make such demands," he replied, his free hand digging into the pouch a his hip. What he drew forth was something gleaming, red, a sort of talisman...?
"Tell me, Iron Rose Knights, have you ever heard the name Reddb-"
But before he could demonstrate whatever it was the talisman did, he let out a cry of pain, dropping the talisman immediately!
There, slipped into the joint at his elbow, was a gleaming dagger! Fanilly was suddenly struck by the realization that the ensuing chaos had made it difficult to keep track of the nem. Had Vosahnn...?
If she had, she had done her best to immediately return to the right side of the room, getting out of the way as swiftly as possible.
"Damn you little bitch! Kill her, kill her!" the armored man growled, clearly suspecting that the nem had been responsible. The skeletons lurched towards her, and Fanilly almost immediately sprang into action, bringing her sword sharply downwards and causing one to collapse into a heap of bone, fracturing its skull.
Now he was directly targeting Vosahnn, but at the same time, his anger and pain had lead to him making a critical mistake. The undead he'd used as a wall were departing in their attempt to kill the nem, leaving him open to a direct attack...!
The armored Barukstaedian's axe swung again, and again, as he kept up his assault. However, Tyaethe's taunting seemed to have served only to make him somewhat annoyed... it was clear he either cared little for the fate of the Vos Korvungand, or quite simply because he was more concerned with the fight at hand then anything else.
This time, however, the runes on his axe were beginning to glow... the next strike he made would have considerably more explosive force behind it!
The agility possessed by the hooded man was almost unreal. Not, it absolutely was. Just how could a man move so swiftly? How could a human being move with such agility? His strikes, the manner his body moved, it didn't seem as if it should have been possible.
But an Iron Rose Knight had likely seen such swiftness before, hadn't they?
The next strike that Fleuri made was not parried or dodged.
It was caught.
The man's hood had fallen down. Beneath was a handsome, clean-shaven face, black hair... and crimson eyes.
He'd caught the edge of the borrowed claymore in his teeth.
His fangs.
He freed the sword and stepped back, straightening.
"Allow me to introduce myself," he began, "I... am Damon Cal."
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Alrighty, as promised, update incoming today!
I think it might be time to reveal just what the mysterious hooded man's deal is.
I think it might be time to reveal just what the mysterious hooded man's deal is.
@Krayzikk: That's fine, I'm sure everyone understands if I postpone the update one more day.
I would really like to pick up the pace from here onward if possible though.
I would really like to pick up the pace from here onward if possible though.
@Krayzikk: Should I give you a little more time then or go ahead? I do plan to move things ahead more when I post.
Four and a half centuries...?
Immediately, Nobunaga's intrigue deepened. This wasn't so simple as this kitsune being someone from her own time period. No, this kitsune was someone from the Japan of the future! How fascinating! That implied the woman who called herself a goddess possessed even further abilities then she had already learned of. Not only could she pluck someone from death, she could do so from any different point in time. While in other circumstances the now-petite warlord may have been quite skeptical of such a claim, the extraordinary situation she found herself in afforded immediately believability to the the strange assertion.
The black-haired girl listened closely as Takeshima revealed her knowledge by questioning her, providing answers to each piece of information she asked about. From the black-skinned samurai whom she had placed her trust in, to the details of her strategy at Okehazama, to the rise of that monkey, she asked questions about things that could not possibly have been common knowledge. And Nobunaga was happy to give her answers.
It was extensive, far beyond what even the most experienced warlord with the most widespread information network could have gathered in her own time. That implied that it was information that she had obtained via the preservation of documents at the time, which lent further credence to the claim she came from the future.
"Fantastic!" she declared, "I would have been sorely disappointed if my campaign had gone unremembered."
She clapped her hands together.
"But now that I have answered your questions, I have some for you myself," added the diminutive daimyo, "Tell me, what is the Japan of four and a half centuries hence like? How were you able to associate my new form with the name 'Oda Nobunaga'? Surely, if historians have recorded my life and exploits in such detail they would not have mistaken me for a woman."
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Immediately, Nobunaga's intrigue deepened. This wasn't so simple as this kitsune being someone from her own time period. No, this kitsune was someone from the Japan of the future! How fascinating! That implied the woman who called herself a goddess possessed even further abilities then she had already learned of. Not only could she pluck someone from death, she could do so from any different point in time. While in other circumstances the now-petite warlord may have been quite skeptical of such a claim, the extraordinary situation she found herself in afforded immediately believability to the the strange assertion.
The black-haired girl listened closely as Takeshima revealed her knowledge by questioning her, providing answers to each piece of information she asked about. From the black-skinned samurai whom she had placed her trust in, to the details of her strategy at Okehazama, to the rise of that monkey, she asked questions about things that could not possibly have been common knowledge. And Nobunaga was happy to give her answers.
It was extensive, far beyond what even the most experienced warlord with the most widespread information network could have gathered in her own time. That implied that it was information that she had obtained via the preservation of documents at the time, which lent further credence to the claim she came from the future.
"Fantastic!" she declared, "I would have been sorely disappointed if my campaign had gone unremembered."
She clapped her hands together.
"But now that I have answered your questions, I have some for you myself," added the diminutive daimyo, "Tell me, what is the Japan of four and a half centuries hence like? How were you able to associate my new form with the name 'Oda Nobunaga'? Surely, if historians have recorded my life and exploits in such detail they would not have mistaken me for a woman."
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Ah-ha! She had certainly heard her name spoken by the fox-eared girl. It wasn't as if it didn't make sense, the girl spoke Japanese, albeit in a fashion that seemed somewhat different to that which Nobunaga was used to. Still, it wasn't surprising that one of her fellow Japanese knew her name in the least. She did not recognize the girl's name, but it was simple to discern that it was a newly-assumed one. That left the black-haired girl to assume that this form was not that which the kitsune had originally possessed. With that in mind, she could easily have been anyone. While her way of speaking Japanese was not entirely familiar to Nobunaga, that did not mean she could rule out the possibility of it being someone who had fought on the battlefields she was familiar with.
Or perhaps not.
There was no way of knowing which of the possibilities at play in her mind was true until she simply asked. Though, the more she thought about it... how was it that this Misaki thought of the name 'Nobunaga' on sight and then doubt it just as quickly? How was it possible to associate this new form with Oda Nobunaga?
Well, that would be cleared up swiftly.
"Oh? Your instincts must be quite sharp, to even guess at my name, Takeshima," said Nobunaga, smiling as she placed the sheathed katana in her belt, "For I was most certainly not born a woman."
It was only suitable to introduce herself.
"I am indeed Oda Nobunaga, Minister of the Right and the one who was on the cusp of uniting our homeland."
She paused for a moment. How much time had passed since her death? Would this girl be shocked to see her here?
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Or perhaps not.
There was no way of knowing which of the possibilities at play in her mind was true until she simply asked. Though, the more she thought about it... how was it that this Misaki thought of the name 'Nobunaga' on sight and then doubt it just as quickly? How was it possible to associate this new form with Oda Nobunaga?
Well, that would be cleared up swiftly.
"Oh? Your instincts must be quite sharp, to even guess at my name, Takeshima," said Nobunaga, smiling as she placed the sheathed katana in her belt, "For I was most certainly not born a woman."
It was only suitable to introduce herself.
"I am indeed Oda Nobunaga, Minister of the Right and the one who was on the cusp of uniting our homeland."
She paused for a moment. How much time had passed since her death? Would this girl be shocked to see her here?
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As far as awakenings went, it could have been far more pleasant.
He had gone from flames to the sea. At least, he thought it had been the sea. To be honest, there was a part of him that hadn't believed what he was seeing before him.
A goddess? How absurd. He'd never believed in such things. He'd never accepted the existence of such beings. To him, faith was placed only in that which one could achieve with their own mind and body, and that of those who shared their cause.
And yet...
If he was dead, and simply seeing one final dream before the end, why not accept it?
The voice that came out of his mouth in harsh coughs could not be missed, as he tried to force whatever was inside of his lungs out. It was nothing like the deep, commanding voice he had possessed before his death.
Oda Nobunaga sputtered, a clear, viscous liquid splattering to the ground beneath himself.
Or rather, herself.
"Paah... how unpleasant," said the small black-haired girl, sitting back on her knees and gulping in air to recover. There was no denying the obvious, this was nothing like the body she had left behind at Honnoji.
Certainly, the clothing was to her liking. Black, and fine in quality... nearby sat what had to be a hat with the symbol of the rising sun.
But the body beneath them, well, even if she had not heard her own voice there was no missing the fact that she was now a girl.
"... Haha, is this to be my body in this world?" questioned the almost doll-like, crimson-eyed figure, "How unexpected! Not only to live again, but as a girl?"
She took another deep breath, filling her lungs as she rose to her feet. There was no longer a possibility of this being a dream. The discomfort of coughing up that clear substance was far too real. The feeling of the air on her skin, the fading dampness of her lengthy hair...
No dream felt like this.
Nobunaga took another deep breath.
The room had clearly been the sight of some kind of battle. Weapons lie strewn about, chairs overturned. A spear had even been embedded into a wall... how impressive! Had that Antler-bearer been here? Ah, but he would never have been unable to retrieve his weapon.
Her breathing was becoming more stable, now.
The small girl, of course, noted she was not alone. Sharing the room was a figure that was impossible to mistake as anything else: No matter how she did not believe in such mystical entities, the fact that her eyes had fallen upon a kitsune was impossible to ignore.
"I awaken as a girl, and alongside a creature of legend? This is indeed an auspicious start!" she declared, spreading her arms with a grin.
The fact that she had awakened where a battle had taken place, with no knowledge of her surroundings, was not lost on her however. Even as she spoke, she had noted that one of the weapons lying on ground was a very finely-crafted katana, beside its sheath. And it wasn't the only tool of war she recognized...
Arming herself only made sense.
"Am I to assume you, too, were so recently met with one who called herself a goddess?" she asked, picking the blade and its sheath up and reuniting them, "Perhaps after suffering an untimely end?"
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He had gone from flames to the sea. At least, he thought it had been the sea. To be honest, there was a part of him that hadn't believed what he was seeing before him.
A goddess? How absurd. He'd never believed in such things. He'd never accepted the existence of such beings. To him, faith was placed only in that which one could achieve with their own mind and body, and that of those who shared their cause.
And yet...
If he was dead, and simply seeing one final dream before the end, why not accept it?
The voice that came out of his mouth in harsh coughs could not be missed, as he tried to force whatever was inside of his lungs out. It was nothing like the deep, commanding voice he had possessed before his death.
Oda Nobunaga sputtered, a clear, viscous liquid splattering to the ground beneath himself.
Or rather, herself.
"Paah... how unpleasant," said the small black-haired girl, sitting back on her knees and gulping in air to recover. There was no denying the obvious, this was nothing like the body she had left behind at Honnoji.
Certainly, the clothing was to her liking. Black, and fine in quality... nearby sat what had to be a hat with the symbol of the rising sun.
But the body beneath them, well, even if she had not heard her own voice there was no missing the fact that she was now a girl.
"... Haha, is this to be my body in this world?" questioned the almost doll-like, crimson-eyed figure, "How unexpected! Not only to live again, but as a girl?"
She took another deep breath, filling her lungs as she rose to her feet. There was no longer a possibility of this being a dream. The discomfort of coughing up that clear substance was far too real. The feeling of the air on her skin, the fading dampness of her lengthy hair...
No dream felt like this.
Nobunaga took another deep breath.
The room had clearly been the sight of some kind of battle. Weapons lie strewn about, chairs overturned. A spear had even been embedded into a wall... how impressive! Had that Antler-bearer been here? Ah, but he would never have been unable to retrieve his weapon.
Her breathing was becoming more stable, now.
The small girl, of course, noted she was not alone. Sharing the room was a figure that was impossible to mistake as anything else: No matter how she did not believe in such mystical entities, the fact that her eyes had fallen upon a kitsune was impossible to ignore.
"I awaken as a girl, and alongside a creature of legend? This is indeed an auspicious start!" she declared, spreading her arms with a grin.
The fact that she had awakened where a battle had taken place, with no knowledge of her surroundings, was not lost on her however. Even as she spoke, she had noted that one of the weapons lying on ground was a very finely-crafted katana, beside its sheath. And it wasn't the only tool of war she recognized...
Arming herself only made sense.
"Am I to assume you, too, were so recently met with one who called herself a goddess?" she asked, picking the blade and its sheath up and reuniting them, "Perhaps after suffering an untimely end?"
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Alright, as promised, update incoming tomorrow.
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