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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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As much as there's a lot of reasons twitter sucks, I genuinely don't want to see it die for the sake of all the artists who now rely on it. Hoping the shithead stops trying to directly administrate.
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@Darner: Waiting on you.
The scout drones were simply not equipped to deal with such a focused counteroffensive. The drone that was targeted by Freyja was caught seconds before it opened fire, the darkness-coated sword slicing through its armor like butter and cleaving it neatly in half, sparks flying as both portions of the machine toppled to the side and caught fire.
The remaining drone was unable to pierce the barriers put ahead of its guns, though upon realizing this they seemed to begin adjusting its positioning in a bid to get around the shields. Unfortunately for the automaton, this put it directly in the path of the weaponry of its disabled fellow as Cadenza wrenched the cannon out of place, and the hail of bullets shred through its armor and tore delicate systems apart, a small explosion erupting from the drone as it crumpled backwards.
The only remaining drone was crippled in the pugilistic girl's hands, functioning leg whirring helplessly.
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The remaining drone was unable to pierce the barriers put ahead of its guns, though upon realizing this they seemed to begin adjusting its positioning in a bid to get around the shields. Unfortunately for the automaton, this put it directly in the path of the weaponry of its disabled fellow as Cadenza wrenched the cannon out of place, and the hail of bullets shred through its armor and tore delicate systems apart, a small explosion erupting from the drone as it crumpled backwards.
The only remaining drone was crippled in the pugilistic girl's hands, functioning leg whirring helplessly.
@PKMNB0Y@Wayward@Pyromania99@thecatinaction
Tsugihara Runa
"... I think it's about time you began telling us everything."
Runa stepped into the kitchen. Her Saber's blade was positioned against the bomber's throat. She had never felt any doubt that, if the perpetrator was present, her Servant would be capable of apprehending them. To cause all this devastation and pain for what purpose? Even a cruel magus at least typically had a purpose in their actions. She couldn't see one here. All of these people were injured in the blast, and yet there didn't seem to be any valid purpose aside from targeting the thuggish young man who served as that Lancer's Master. Whatever dispute they had, there was no reason to involve all of these people.
It was a disgusting display. Only an utter failure as a magus would resort to these tactics. Or someone who was hopelessly deranged, either way she had nothing but scorn for the man currently held at the point of Benienma's blade.
"Pathetically begging will get you no-where," she added, taking another step closer though she kept her distance, "If you try anything, Saber will ensure your life ends as punishment for your crimes. Do you really want to take that chance?"
If they could extract any information from him, this was the time to do it.
@Raineh Daze@PKMNB0Y@KoL
Saber - Artoria Pendragon
There were no problems with Caenis's suggestion. It only made sense to take their opponent on by closing off their escape routes as quickly as possible, and there was truthfully only one way to do that as quickly as possible.
Turning, the Saber sprinted for the side of the building, placing one foot firmly on the side and using it to push herself up. The wind rushed passed her, whipping her dress back as each armored foot carried her further and further up on the building. She ascended further, only gaining speed as she tore her way up the side of the structure. The faster she reached her target, the less time they could have to attempt to escape, and the more likely they would be cut off by the Lancer even if their attempt to flee was successful.
Immediately as she reached the top, the knight lept over the edge of the roof and landed, steel-clad feet sending up sparks as she skidded along the concrete. Her hidden blade swirling with wind, she immediately scanned her surroundings...
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Mihama Nanako
Nanako took a deep breath, nodding towards Meltryllis as she did. There was no way this was a simple as BB made it sound, no matter what the 'package' was.
Breakfast as a much more rushed affair as a result, and the brunette left her apartment, pulling out her phone so she could follow the map that the strange girl had sent them. There was no telling what was actually waiting for them there, especially given what BB's requests had resulted in previously. Therefore, they really had to be prepared for whatever could possibly be going on!
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Even given the fact they had only been around one another for a short time, Fanilly could tell that Alette had spoken with uncharacteristic graveness.
"But... what happened here?" she pressed, stepping closer to the mercenary. They'd killed one another... the thought was almost too horrific to imagine. These proud soldiers of Thaln, stationed here for the sake of her people, now dead from killing one another... Who did this to them? What could have caused them to take such measures against one another? "Why would they kill one another so horribly? It's like some sort of madness took them..."
She trailed off, as Alette simply shrugged.
"I can't say," she replied, "Don't have the first clue why they'd turn on one another like this. Pretty nasty business."
"Captain," spoke the iron-clad mountain of a man that had emerged from the fortress, "There is no reason not to tell them, now."
"Tch, as if I'd rat on our employer," she folded her arms, red eyes narrowed, "Bors, you know by now that a mercenary gets no-where by giving out information like that."
"You can inform them of what our employer asked for without telling them of their identity, Captain," Bors insisted, "You would prefer this mystery to be solved as well, would you not?"
"..."
For a few moments, the blue-haired mercenary was silent. Then, she let out a huff, reaching into a pack at her side before retrieving a sheet of paper, thrusting it at Fanilly while looking away.
"Fine."
After a moment, the smallish blonde knight took the paper and unfolded it.
"Something has gone wrong," Fanilly read aloud, "And so you must perform the duty I hired you for. It is a black, glossy piece of metal, appearing dark even in a well-lit room. It should be wrapped in several layers of cloth, but if it is not take care not to touch it with your bare hands. Do not allow anyone to come into direct physical contact with the shard. Wrap it carefully and return to me."
She lowered the sheet. A black, glossy shard? What did it mean?
"That's all we know," declared Alette with a idle wave of her hand.
Meanwhile, within the fort, the deathly pale woman straightened. She was, ignoring her corpselike pallor, stunningly beautiful with slender, soft features and amber eyes.
"Abigail," she began, "Abigail the Stingray. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir Fleuri."
Her voice was airy and strange, almost dreamlike as she curtsied, as if this was a meeting of high society.
"... They butchered one another," she commented as she straightened, "So much blood, oh my... but my dear, dear Alette wasn't phased at all. Isn't she lovely?"
She placed a hand dreamily to her cheek, staring past the knights and out the door, towards where the mercenary captain stood.
"... I don't know why they did it. No-one does but them, and they're not moving. How unfortunate, all of them dying and not a single one getting up..."
She trailed off for a few moments as her gaze drifted back to the corpse at her feet.
'Abigail the Stingray'
It was rumored that among the Shark's mercenaries was a strange, ethereal, enigmatic figure. One who had lost entire limbs unphased, simply to reattach them to her body. One who coated her blades in poison so foul it could curdle the blood like old milk. One who called herself 'The Stingray'.
"... I took this from one of those ugly pigs, do you want it?"
She drew a note from her bag, and offered it to Fleuri.
It would be hastily scrawled, telling of a 'black shard' they were hired to pick up, and not to touch it, and to kill anyone who showed up to stop them.
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"But... what happened here?" she pressed, stepping closer to the mercenary. They'd killed one another... the thought was almost too horrific to imagine. These proud soldiers of Thaln, stationed here for the sake of her people, now dead from killing one another... Who did this to them? What could have caused them to take such measures against one another? "Why would they kill one another so horribly? It's like some sort of madness took them..."
She trailed off, as Alette simply shrugged.
"I can't say," she replied, "Don't have the first clue why they'd turn on one another like this. Pretty nasty business."
"Captain," spoke the iron-clad mountain of a man that had emerged from the fortress, "There is no reason not to tell them, now."
"Tch, as if I'd rat on our employer," she folded her arms, red eyes narrowed, "Bors, you know by now that a mercenary gets no-where by giving out information like that."
"You can inform them of what our employer asked for without telling them of their identity, Captain," Bors insisted, "You would prefer this mystery to be solved as well, would you not?"
"..."
For a few moments, the blue-haired mercenary was silent. Then, she let out a huff, reaching into a pack at her side before retrieving a sheet of paper, thrusting it at Fanilly while looking away.
"Fine."
After a moment, the smallish blonde knight took the paper and unfolded it.
"Something has gone wrong," Fanilly read aloud, "And so you must perform the duty I hired you for. It is a black, glossy piece of metal, appearing dark even in a well-lit room. It should be wrapped in several layers of cloth, but if it is not take care not to touch it with your bare hands. Do not allow anyone to come into direct physical contact with the shard. Wrap it carefully and return to me."
She lowered the sheet. A black, glossy shard? What did it mean?
"That's all we know," declared Alette with a idle wave of her hand.
Meanwhile, within the fort, the deathly pale woman straightened. She was, ignoring her corpselike pallor, stunningly beautiful with slender, soft features and amber eyes.
"Abigail," she began, "Abigail the Stingray. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir Fleuri."
Her voice was airy and strange, almost dreamlike as she curtsied, as if this was a meeting of high society.
"... They butchered one another," she commented as she straightened, "So much blood, oh my... but my dear, dear Alette wasn't phased at all. Isn't she lovely?"
She placed a hand dreamily to her cheek, staring past the knights and out the door, towards where the mercenary captain stood.
"... I don't know why they did it. No-one does but them, and they're not moving. How unfortunate, all of them dying and not a single one getting up..."
She trailed off for a few moments as her gaze drifted back to the corpse at her feet.
'Abigail the Stingray'
It was rumored that among the Shark's mercenaries was a strange, ethereal, enigmatic figure. One who had lost entire limbs unphased, simply to reattach them to her body. One who coated her blades in poison so foul it could curdle the blood like old milk. One who called herself 'The Stingray'.
"... I took this from one of those ugly pigs, do you want it?"
She drew a note from her bag, and offered it to Fleuri.
It would be hastily scrawled, telling of a 'black shard' they were hired to pick up, and not to touch it, and to kill anyone who showed up to stop them.
@HereComesTheSnow@TheFake@Crimson Paladin@PaulHaynek@FlappyTheSpybot@Raineh Daze@ghastlyinc@Krayzikk
For some clarification, originally planned to update today but looks like it'll be tomorrow instead. Sorry! ^^;
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@Searat: I unfortunately didn't really know what to do after losing people in rapid succession.
The bullets fired by the scout mechs pinged off the barrier created by Derrick, scattering to the sides harmlessly as others careened past the barrier and missed their target entirely. The drones were not created for the purpose of raw power. Rather, the intent of their creation had always been lightweight combatants who were capable of exploration and attack. When encountering a barrier like this, there was little they could do to break through it quickly.
There was a shearing sound as Freyja's sword bit through solid metal and tore its way cleanly through the first of the machine's inner workings, devastating its functions and leaving both haves of the drone toppling to either side, smoke and sparks rising from its innards.
The machine struck by Cadenza let out a low-pitched whine as the joint of one of its legs bent backwards from the blow of her fist, metal twisting and tearing from the blow. It slid backwards on its wheels before toppling sideways, though its weaponry swiftly trained on the pugilist and prepared to open fire!
The other two machines seemed to figure out that their attacks had no impact on Freyja, and instead began to train on Cadenza instead...
@PKMNB0Y@Wayward@Pyromania99@thecatinaction
There was a shearing sound as Freyja's sword bit through solid metal and tore its way cleanly through the first of the machine's inner workings, devastating its functions and leaving both haves of the drone toppling to either side, smoke and sparks rising from its innards.
The machine struck by Cadenza let out a low-pitched whine as the joint of one of its legs bent backwards from the blow of her fist, metal twisting and tearing from the blow. It slid backwards on its wheels before toppling sideways, though its weaponry swiftly trained on the pugilist and prepared to open fire!
The other two machines seemed to figure out that their attacks had no impact on Freyja, and instead began to train on Cadenza instead...
@PKMNB0Y@Wayward@Pyromania99@thecatinaction
With Corrine's light, the path into the cavern was illuminated. It was narrow, but not so narrow that even the largest of the adventurers would be unable to fit, with unlit torches haphazardly fixed to the right wall. It was likely the people who found the location in the first place had left the torches there but not yet replenished them. The cavern also went fairly deep, enough so that even with the bright illumination cast by the hundi mage it was only possible to make the faint outline of a hole in what was presumably the wall of the monastery.
The path, at least so far, appeared to be mostly clear. It wasn't a surprise there didn't appear to be any traps.
Thus it seemed safe to proceed inwards...
Until there was a strange creaking sound, and, faintly illuminated, the shape of a skeletal figure peaked out of the hole. A body devoid of flesh, with red pinpoints of light in its eyesockets, it was soon joined by eight more of its kind, some retaining dry and dessicated flesh on their ancient bones and others carrying rusted swords and shields.
@Raineh Daze@Rune_Alchemist@Darner@Crimson Paladin@Zoey Boey@Pyromania99
The path, at least so far, appeared to be mostly clear. It wasn't a surprise there didn't appear to be any traps.
Thus it seemed safe to proceed inwards...
Until there was a strange creaking sound, and, faintly illuminated, the shape of a skeletal figure peaked out of the hole. A body devoid of flesh, with red pinpoints of light in its eyesockets, it was soon joined by eight more of its kind, some retaining dry and dessicated flesh on their ancient bones and others carrying rusted swords and shields.
@Raineh Daze@Rune_Alchemist@Darner@Crimson Paladin@Zoey Boey@Pyromania99
Now that everyone's posted, expect the update tomorrow!
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