Sorry about the delay, was distracted over the weekened. ^^;
Won't be later then tomorrow though!
Won't be later then tomorrow though!
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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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The blades vanished moments after they struck their targets or buried themselves in the ground. Only momentarily was the woven light stained with blood before it vanished into drifting motes, leaving nothing behind but the destruction as a sign of its presence.
Archers.
"Panzerschild!"
With a swing of her sword, a thrumming sound filled the air. As the arrows hurtled towards Fio, a small light ignited in the air just ahead of her before birthing a circle much like the ones her phantom blades had originated from. The arrows hurtling towards her bounced harmlessly off her barrier, and any of the defenders in range of her barrier had nothing to fear from the projectiles.
"As if that would be enough," commented Fio, eyes narrowed. There was no chance even an entire army of archers would touch her, let alone this handful!
Of course, given they were in cover, she couldn't get an accurate line of sight on them. But that didn't mean she couldn't disrupt their formation...
"Let's show them how the Sword Witch responds to that! Great Ghost Blade!"
As Fio's barrier dissipated, another circle formed above her. This time, the weight of mana use flowing through her body was a little heavier, but not too burdensome to bear.
As the interwoven blade of light emerged, it was clear it was at least twice as long as she was tall, if not more so. The air around it seemed to shimmer, as if waves on the surface of some invisible body of water had suddenly been disturbed.
"Release!"
With that, the hefty phantom sword was sent hurtling through the air, a whistling sound accompanying it as it careened towards the origin of the arrows.
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Archers.
"Panzerschild!"
With a swing of her sword, a thrumming sound filled the air. As the arrows hurtled towards Fio, a small light ignited in the air just ahead of her before birthing a circle much like the ones her phantom blades had originated from. The arrows hurtling towards her bounced harmlessly off her barrier, and any of the defenders in range of her barrier had nothing to fear from the projectiles.
"As if that would be enough," commented Fio, eyes narrowed. There was no chance even an entire army of archers would touch her, let alone this handful!
Of course, given they were in cover, she couldn't get an accurate line of sight on them. But that didn't mean she couldn't disrupt their formation...
"Let's show them how the Sword Witch responds to that! Great Ghost Blade!"
As Fio's barrier dissipated, another circle formed above her. This time, the weight of mana use flowing through her body was a little heavier, but not too burdensome to bear.
As the interwoven blade of light emerged, it was clear it was at least twice as long as she was tall, if not more so. The air around it seemed to shimmer, as if waves on the surface of some invisible body of water had suddenly been disturbed.
"Release!"
With that, the hefty phantom sword was sent hurtling through the air, a whistling sound accompanying it as it careened towards the origin of the arrows.
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Alrighty, post incoming this weekend.
Okay sorry about the delay, I think @Pyromania99 should still get something up if possible though.
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Is everyone okay?
Oh.
Oh no.
That was the last person Sefira wanted to hear about any part of her current predicament. But now that the arachne's words had caught Kokoma's attention, it was quite impossible for the shenke to miss the state of Sefira's clothing. Utterly soaked, coated in various kinds of pond muck. Even more unpleasantly the petite elf was quite sure there were fish guts intermixed with the goo. Really, the longer she was stuck like this the worse it got.
But Kokoma...
...
What choice did she really have at this point?
"I..." she hesitated for a moment, averting her eyes anxiously as she did, "I'm... I-I... my clothes are a mess so..."
Sefira trailed off. By this point she was growing increasingly desperate to be clean, and yet the daunting prospect of actually seeing herself naked as Sefira was also looming increasingly large in her mind.
@Rune_Alchemist
Oh no.
That was the last person Sefira wanted to hear about any part of her current predicament. But now that the arachne's words had caught Kokoma's attention, it was quite impossible for the shenke to miss the state of Sefira's clothing. Utterly soaked, coated in various kinds of pond muck. Even more unpleasantly the petite elf was quite sure there were fish guts intermixed with the goo. Really, the longer she was stuck like this the worse it got.
But Kokoma...
...
What choice did she really have at this point?
"I..." she hesitated for a moment, averting her eyes anxiously as she did, "I'm... I-I... my clothes are a mess so..."
Sefira trailed off. By this point she was growing increasingly desperate to be clean, and yet the daunting prospect of actually seeing herself naked as Sefira was also looming increasingly large in her mind.
@Rune_Alchemist
What a fool.
She'd given him an ample opportunity to save his own life, and yet he still wasted it with gusto. The headless corpse staining the snow crimson, however, seemed to spur the other hunters to cooperate rather then resist.
Good. Fear was an excellent tool just as diplomacy was, even if it was still unpredictable. As Nobunaga listened to the hunters speak, she flicked the blood from her katana and sheathed it on her hip, quietly. So there were two forms associated with the so-called God of Knowledge, and one of them could have gone rogue? While she hardly desired to aid the foolish deity, getting to the bottom of this was quite clearly beneficial to the town itself. It would serve her goal of ensuring that the God of Knowledge was no longer worshipped here, and that learning would be achieved through other means.
"I believe we must investigate this place," she commented, simply, "But know this: If you seek in any way to betray us, you forfeit this second chance. You will not see another sunrise."
The petite girl paused for a moment.
"On the other hand, if your willingness to be of assistance bears out, I am certain the village chief will hear of it."
It was hardly subtle, but sometimes subtleness was unnecessary. Death to traitors, rewards to those who lament their ways and rejoin the fold.
@Rune_Alchemist@Crimson Paladin
She'd given him an ample opportunity to save his own life, and yet he still wasted it with gusto. The headless corpse staining the snow crimson, however, seemed to spur the other hunters to cooperate rather then resist.
Good. Fear was an excellent tool just as diplomacy was, even if it was still unpredictable. As Nobunaga listened to the hunters speak, she flicked the blood from her katana and sheathed it on her hip, quietly. So there were two forms associated with the so-called God of Knowledge, and one of them could have gone rogue? While she hardly desired to aid the foolish deity, getting to the bottom of this was quite clearly beneficial to the town itself. It would serve her goal of ensuring that the God of Knowledge was no longer worshipped here, and that learning would be achieved through other means.
"I believe we must investigate this place," she commented, simply, "But know this: If you seek in any way to betray us, you forfeit this second chance. You will not see another sunrise."
The petite girl paused for a moment.
"On the other hand, if your willingness to be of assistance bears out, I am certain the village chief will hear of it."
It was hardly subtle, but sometimes subtleness was unnecessary. Death to traitors, rewards to those who lament their ways and rejoin the fold.
@Rune_Alchemist@Crimson Paladin
Terror.
Terror was a weapon wielded by the Boars. Their black armor, their ruthless tactics, all of these were intended to bring terror upon their enemies and ensure that they were paid.
And yet today, they were on the receiving end of that terror.
A headless warrior, who had now now only shrugged off multiple spear thrusts to gaps in their armor but had used those attacks to locate the Boars and cut them down, who seemed to be using the line of sight of their own severed head to navigate. A crimson-eyed knight who ignored any injury to simply slaughter one Boar after another.
This disruption only served to weaken them as the other knights attacked from the sides. Fleuri's spear-breaking blows, Gerard's aggressive yet focused assault, Runa's burning sword, and the knights who had freshly joined the fray...
A last ditch effort by one foolish(or perhaps terrified) Boar was ended in a flash by the edge of Fanilly's sword, as she advanced on horseback, the Boars' line no longer able to resist a forward attack. Still, it was not a feeling of triumph in the young Knight-Captain's heart. Even if Haelstadt had somehow survived, anyone else would have died. But at the moment there was no further time to dwell upon that.
For the skirmish was nearing its end.
Another unsuspecting Boar attempting to desperately attack one of her knights was bowled over by her horse.
"Victory!" she cried, "Victory for the Moon, and the Iron Rose!"
The Boars shattered. Their formation completely broke down under the knights' assault. The fact that they were being attacked from all sides, that their formation was no longer effective, and that two supernatural nightmares were among their enemies, was far too much even for the ruthless Golden Boars.
The black-armored commander let out a bellow, a cry of "Retreat!"
The skirmish had ended. The Boars were fleeing, turning tail and scattering into the forest that they had sprang from.
Haelstadt's lengthy blade lowered, blade glistening with blood. Their armor, too, was stained, both by the enemy's blood and their own.
Then they fell to their knees, and, with their hands extended, began to try and locate their head. Indeed, it seemed like they were trying to use their sightline to direct their body to the right location, but that was easier said then done.
It was a surreal sight, to say the least.
@Raineh Daze@Crimson Paladin@HereComesTheSnow@Martian@A Lowly Wretch@JessieTargaryen@FlappyTheSpybot@ghastlyinc
Terror was a weapon wielded by the Boars. Their black armor, their ruthless tactics, all of these were intended to bring terror upon their enemies and ensure that they were paid.
And yet today, they were on the receiving end of that terror.
A headless warrior, who had now now only shrugged off multiple spear thrusts to gaps in their armor but had used those attacks to locate the Boars and cut them down, who seemed to be using the line of sight of their own severed head to navigate. A crimson-eyed knight who ignored any injury to simply slaughter one Boar after another.
This disruption only served to weaken them as the other knights attacked from the sides. Fleuri's spear-breaking blows, Gerard's aggressive yet focused assault, Runa's burning sword, and the knights who had freshly joined the fray...
A last ditch effort by one foolish(or perhaps terrified) Boar was ended in a flash by the edge of Fanilly's sword, as she advanced on horseback, the Boars' line no longer able to resist a forward attack. Still, it was not a feeling of triumph in the young Knight-Captain's heart. Even if Haelstadt had somehow survived, anyone else would have died. But at the moment there was no further time to dwell upon that.
For the skirmish was nearing its end.
Another unsuspecting Boar attempting to desperately attack one of her knights was bowled over by her horse.
"Victory!" she cried, "Victory for the Moon, and the Iron Rose!"
The Boars shattered. Their formation completely broke down under the knights' assault. The fact that they were being attacked from all sides, that their formation was no longer effective, and that two supernatural nightmares were among their enemies, was far too much even for the ruthless Golden Boars.
The black-armored commander let out a bellow, a cry of "Retreat!"
The skirmish had ended. The Boars were fleeing, turning tail and scattering into the forest that they had sprang from.
Haelstadt's lengthy blade lowered, blade glistening with blood. Their armor, too, was stained, both by the enemy's blood and their own.
Then they fell to their knees, and, with their hands extended, began to try and locate their head. Indeed, it seemed like they were trying to use their sightline to direct their body to the right location, but that was easier said then done.
It was a surreal sight, to say the least.
@Raineh Daze@Crimson Paladin@HereComesTheSnow@Martian@A Lowly Wretch@JessieTargaryen@FlappyTheSpybot@ghastlyinc
"Hmph," huffed the small girl, "Who do they think they are?"
And that was that.
Bandits.
Fio had zero tolerance for people like this. It was one thing finding yourself struggling in life and believing you had to take drastic measures. It was another thing entirely to band together for the express purpose of preying upon others.
The purple-haired girl brushed her hair back as she strode up the wall, then adjusted her hat. Her sword gleamed in the morning sunlight.
Indeed, the bandit forces seemed remarkably organized for their nature as a rabble of predators, but that was hardly a problem. They were still clad largely in leather armor, still wielding whatever scavenged weapons the had likely stolen from others who they had slaughtered in their pursuit of wealth. The Sword Witch had zero doubt in her own abilities.
All she needed was a clear line of sight.
Finding a suitable spot on the city wall, the child-like girl raised her catalyst, pointing the blade's tip towards the raiders. As she did, the familiar, electric feeling of magical energy coursing through her body began to run its way down through her arm.
The edge of the sword began to glow faintly.
"Sura," she began, eyes narrowed, "Ghost Blades."
The glow on the edge of the sword grew brighter.
"Prepare to cut down my enemies. Manifest five phantom swords in arc formation."
As Fio spoke her command, there was a thrumming sound from above her. Blue circles of light flashed in the air, spiraling constructs of interlaced symbols and geometric patterns from which the shape of a blade emerged. They were themselves similar in nature to the circles they had emerged from, seemingly composed of interwoven light. And yet, the edge they possessed seemed no less keen then their steel counterparts.
"Each one of them must be destroyed. Repeat this process once."
The thrumming grew louder, as another arc of five phantom swords manifest above the first, spaced more widely then the originals.
"Twice."
And again.
"Three times."
Fifteen phantom swords, in increasingly wide arcs, spun gently over Fio's head. The edge of her own, far more solid sword gleamed brilliantly with blue light.
It was time to teach this bandits a lesson.
"Strike them down. Release!"
There was a sound something like the crack of a whip, as each circle tightened for a moment before abruptly expanding until they vanished with a flash of light. Immediately, every single phantom blade manifested was released, slicing through the air as a blur of blue light and hurtling towards the attackers!
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And that was that.
Bandits.
Fio had zero tolerance for people like this. It was one thing finding yourself struggling in life and believing you had to take drastic measures. It was another thing entirely to band together for the express purpose of preying upon others.
The purple-haired girl brushed her hair back as she strode up the wall, then adjusted her hat. Her sword gleamed in the morning sunlight.
Indeed, the bandit forces seemed remarkably organized for their nature as a rabble of predators, but that was hardly a problem. They were still clad largely in leather armor, still wielding whatever scavenged weapons the had likely stolen from others who they had slaughtered in their pursuit of wealth. The Sword Witch had zero doubt in her own abilities.
All she needed was a clear line of sight.
Finding a suitable spot on the city wall, the child-like girl raised her catalyst, pointing the blade's tip towards the raiders. As she did, the familiar, electric feeling of magical energy coursing through her body began to run its way down through her arm.
The edge of the sword began to glow faintly.
"Sura," she began, eyes narrowed, "Ghost Blades."
The glow on the edge of the sword grew brighter.
"Prepare to cut down my enemies. Manifest five phantom swords in arc formation."
As Fio spoke her command, there was a thrumming sound from above her. Blue circles of light flashed in the air, spiraling constructs of interlaced symbols and geometric patterns from which the shape of a blade emerged. They were themselves similar in nature to the circles they had emerged from, seemingly composed of interwoven light. And yet, the edge they possessed seemed no less keen then their steel counterparts.
"Each one of them must be destroyed. Repeat this process once."
The thrumming grew louder, as another arc of five phantom swords manifest above the first, spaced more widely then the originals.
"Twice."
And again.
"Three times."
Fifteen phantom swords, in increasingly wide arcs, spun gently over Fio's head. The edge of her own, far more solid sword gleamed brilliantly with blue light.
It was time to teach this bandits a lesson.
"Strike them down. Release!"
There was a sound something like the crack of a whip, as each circle tightened for a moment before abruptly expanding until they vanished with a flash of light. Immediately, every single phantom blade manifested was released, slicing through the air as a blur of blue light and hurtling towards the attackers!
@Rune_Alchemist
Alrighty I'll update this weekend at the latest.
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