Trev Anderson wrote:"BACK OFF FATASS!" Trev shouted, planting his feet and focusing a beam of concussive, deafening sound at the advancing, club-wielding fey to hopefully knock the swing off target. He took a deep breath, and let out another decidedly uncomfortable scream to lift himself into the air while drawing the sword at his hip.
Surely the D&D scenarios he'd cooked up in the Danger Room had taught him something about actually wielding a sword...right?
From up in the air, Trev could see some unspeakable creatures pounding their way through the knights that had been gathered at the tournament, gradually closing on their arena. One of the creatures wraps a tentacle of smoke around a knight, wrenching the knight around and slamming him into the ground before releasing him. The knight lays unmoving for a moment and then slowly, jerkily it gets up and begins shambling towards the arena as well, tearing into other knights that get in its way. Another creature, mouth far too big for it's frame, sprays acid all over another group of knights.
Vivienne Chinnoir wrote:"Nor can I allow you to to keep me from fulfilling mine." She rushed forward bringing Cal up, moving faster then a two-handed broad sword should be able to move.
Gemma's fast too. Maybe not water fey fast, but she's trained. She brings her shield up, catching the flat of Cal to deflect it a bit, keeping it away from her. Contact with the more powerful weapon though leaves a noticeable crack in her shield. "I swore that I would let no harm come to you and I know the harm that what they're ordering you to do will cause." She flips her blade around, slamming it hilt first into Vivienne's arm near the shoulder, sending numbing pain through that arm.
Ainsley Green wrote:He plunged his hand into his bag and pulled out a Zippo, making a bee line for a cart full of hay to set fire to. He undid the brake then set it ablaze, pushing it as hard as he could in hopes of using it as a barrier to keep anyone else from getting any funny ideas about backing up the lords (and ladies) currently on the offensive.
It's almost positive at this point that any knights that survive this are likely to be referring to Ainsley as "Chaosbringer," because his efforts continue to increase the disorder in an already disordered situation. It does look like he at least has that side of the arena blocked off though.
Will Stanton wrote:Will had a quip ready, but he had to hold it to bend past the blade -- a few nicks and scratches, and a gaping hole in the chest, were one thing. More damage, however, could severely impact his ability to be useful.
He dodged to his left, bending unnaturally at the waist to let the blade slash by. He tried to circle around to the fencer's off-hand side, looking for an opening to swing a heavy steel fist at the noble's face.
The man was not expecting an opponent to be *quite* that flexible and the fist catches him off-guard, knocking him sideways and to the ground, gasping.
Diego Zapata wrote:Diego, running on instinct, continued his beastly onslaught with little regard for the strikes that made it past his ability to dodge. After a flurry of slashes and parries, he delivered a powerful leaping strike with a bestial roar.
The man manages to stay on the defensive, but doesn't quite get his shield up high enough to counter the leaping strike, taking the blow in the shoulder with a pained yell. Something magical pops and the man disappears.
Victor Freud wrote:The average person can throw a baseball at a speed of between fifty and sixty miles per hour. So one can only imagine the kind of confusion that would result when, about ten feet from Victor, his foe regained their full size in an instant to become a 300 lb mass traveling about 55 mph over the ground of the arena.
Fey are resilient beings, but there is a limit to everyone's resilience and colliding into another being at 55 mph seems to be about it for both the rotund noble and the man that he hits. The two of them end up in an unmoving, tangled heap on the ground.
Samantha McManus wrote:The flock falters, choking. However there seems to be a growing shadow in the smoke, which soon plummets like a meteor towards the Red Lord, revealing itself to be an immense aurochs.
The Red Lord takes the blow, the aurochs driving him into the ground in a plume of dirt. He takes the bull by the horns though and shoves with his feet. The aurochs comes flipping out of the crater onto its back and Red Lord bounds out after it, maybe a little slower than his previous movements, but showing no visible injury outside of the scratches on his armor.
Shari wrote:Shari tries to jump up but gets hit by the brushing hand regardless. The angle keeps her from getting too hurt, but she goes flying a couple feet regardless. She flicks out with her tongue again, but this time instead of being sticky she just uses it as a whip to snap in the guys' face.
The man's head snaps to the side and he goes sprawling again from where he was just starting to get up. He grabs a chunk of rock and throws it at Shari, trying to buy himself time to get back on his feet.
Sean Hall wrote:"I'd need to know more about the terms," Sean said, "I've been taught to read the fine print rather closely when it comes to Fey."
Sean then switches to speaking in an ancient language that hurts the ears. He pulls a vial of silver-y liquid from a pocket and breaks it in his hand. The liquid seems to expand, and then forms into several silver hawks, which fly towards the stern-looking Fey.
The woman throws up a shield of sorts, but she's misread the birds and they slice through it, blunted a little, but still scraping and scratching at her as they pass. "I see you're already wielding some of the power, but we could make you greater still," she makes a complex set of gestures and a wave of small metal ants surge towards Sean, threatening to engulf him in their swarm.