Vivienne Chinnoir wrote:Vivienne stood and dusted herself off and draw Cal free. The pull weakened in her mind with the chaos distracting the Lords present, but those on the other side of the veil were finally beginning to fall into an accord.
"Obey!"
"Hold fast, this will not take long." She spoke aloud and moved once more towards her mother.
As she steps forward, Gemma steps in her way once again, sword up and shield at the ready. "Not a step closer, M'Lady. We all have our sworn duties here and I cannot let you keep me from fulfilling mine."
Sean Hall wrote:Sean dodges from the path of the fire though his robe smokes as, well, robes weren't meant for fighting really. The air screams as Sean throws a bolt of lightning back towards the woman.
The woman spins her hands in a counter-clockwise circle, generating a strange energy aura that deflects the bolt up and into the sky where it bursts with a loud bang and multi-colored lights like fireworks. "Make you a deal, mage," she says, hands moving again in complex gestures, "Join us and I'll teach you all you could ever want to know about magic."
Ainsley Green wrote:Moving in the opposite direction from the horses enough to get out of their path, he now switched up his dialect. He was better with birds of course since different kinds of common small birds lived practically everywhere.
"I've crackers I will share with any brave enough to defy the nobles! Peck their eyes out! And don't harm the visitors!"
He would repeat the message in several 'languages' while trying to stay out of the way of what he was unleashing. He was careful not to remove himself too far from the assembled group so he didn't make himself obvious.
The birds begin dive bombing into the crowd. None of them are much more than songbirds, but they become tiny irritants to anyone not currently occupied.
Trev Anderson wrote:Trev watched as his girlfriend left his side and stood her ground against Vivienne, and then, narrowed his eyes intently at the foes appearing around them, darting around and sizing everyone up. It didn't take long for Will to kick the guy in the nuts and for Trev to know it was game time.
He saw the fey sending daggers of wood towards Vic, took a deep breath, and let out a focused scream to deflect the wood back into the man.
Victor Freud wrote:Victor 's instincts kicked in, though perhaps not as quickly as he would have hoped. After all, he hadn't expected a double-fisted wooden shotgun blast. Even the quickness he had in using his powers wouldn't have prevented him from being pierced multiple times, had it not been for Trev's quick action. In an instant Victor was at a tiny state, making for a much smaller target to hit as Trev's vocal force sent many of the projectiles back toward their creator, leaving him fewer to dodge.
"Not bad." He said as he regained his former stature, flicking from his shoulder a wooden shard that had gotten lodged in his surcoat. "Throw enough of those and you might actually hit me." He flashed Trev a grin and a thumbs up before he really began digging in to his opponent.
"What is the matter knave? Afraid to go hand to hand with an unarmed jester? Are your portly paws that unaccustomed to touching anything that hasn't been simmered in butter?"
The man throws up one arm, catching most of the reflected projectiles on a wooden shield that instantly appears. He looks back over the shield, blood trickling from a cut on his cheek where he missed one. A stout club appears in his other hand. "The both of you will pay for that," he threatens as he charges, swinging the club at Vic.
Will Stanton wrote:Will made no attempt at dodging the blade, letting it cut open the plastic of his leg.
He followed his advantage up by bringing his arms down, heavily, across the back of the doubled-over noble, attempting to drive him to the ground.
"You'll find it hard to take me out with just a little prick," he frowned.
The man hits the ground hard, but rolls away, coming up on his feet, sword back at the ready. "Better a little prick than no prick, mannequin," he says, lunging forward with the blade.
Shari wrote:Shari goes flying but in mid-air she opens her mouth and a long chameleon-tongue snaps out and tries to latch on to the Grey Lord and pull herself in to slam into his chest with her body.
That was certainly unexpected from his point of view. She bowls him over backwards, ending up on top of his chest. He slams a fist sideways, trying to dislodge her. It's bad leverage, but it's very hard stone.
Diego Zapata wrote:Diego stood there as the fighting started, uncertainty over his abilities holding him back. But a familiar feeling of righteous fury soon washed over him as he watched the man in red. That fury blossomed and his eyes flared with blue fire once again. That same fire raced up his right arm, combining with the magically-bestowed armor and becoming a burning bladed gauntlet. The armor also had the effect of keeping his mind more clear.
"No one threatens my friends..." he growled, launching himself at the nearest threat without another thought.
Which proves to be a noble with a solid shield and long sword of his own. He parries Diego's blade aside before responding with his strikes of his own. He seems a little surprised at the ferocity of the attack though and is doing a good deal of hiding behind his shield.
Samantha McManus wrote:"If you're that eager, I'll skip the preamble," she curls a lip and surges up and outward, exploding into a flock of ravens.
The Red Lord gestures with his free hand and the air the ravens are flying through suddenly clogs up as if a thousand smoke stacks were all belching their poison into the air and concentrating it right there.
"Bane! Kill them all!" From elsewhere on the field, the sounds of battle being joined pick up as well as screams of terror.