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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2015 20:04:37 GMT -8
Skrimishers had made it to the Nokari archers and where climbing onward encroaching fast upon the enemies archer positions. The main formation was making ground however. THe flow of the battle was going well for the Nokari as it were. One of the soldiers went after Zatch, a spear to his right side. It was a Volkrim, one of the same that helped Owa after their duel.
Owa maintained his presence on the front line.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Jul 9, 2015 20:32:03 GMT -8
Seeing as no one instantly targeted him with ranged weapons, Jarkoopi decided for closer look at the new Nokari people. He flew down to a plateau of the snowy mountain and perched above the people. All he did was watch, he shot no lightning nor did he snatch up and eat some warriors, he simply spectated.
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jul 9, 2015 20:49:20 GMT -8
He looked at the soldier running after him. He moved his shielding to where strike would go and blocked before stepping forward and aim a punch with the side of his shield into his face, hoping to stun him at the least and knock him out at the most, though the latter was less likely. He continued on with the chanting, though off a bit. He decided that this wasn't worth it and that he would fight it out. He stopped chanting for the spell. He had no idea what would happen if he was to use this before the end of chant.
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Beserk
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Registered: Jun 25, 2015 3:30:38 GMT -8
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Post by Beserk on Jul 10, 2015 6:07:20 GMT -8
Thrown against the rocks, Beserk grunted and took the shock of the impact, before falling to the ground and coughing as he attempted to catch his breath. He looked weakened; in pain and disorientated, a fact that did not go unnoticed by several Free City soldiers. They moved towards him, spears and axes alike ready to end his life. However, Beserk gripped his sword tightly and with one, wide swing, cut through all three in a single strike.
"I am no human," he declared, standing up. With armour made from the masters of Norkari smithing and a body hardened by scales and Draxis resilience, Erik would find the throw had little of an effect against him aside for a temporary winding.
"You have no place here, outsider. These mountains are our homes and this battle is not your battle. You involve yourself in matters that have nothing to do with you, matters that are repeated time and time again across the entirety of the world in every living second, and dare to believe yourself a judge and executioner with the right to dictate the outcome of just one of them."
A soldier came too close. He didn't know what side the man was on, nor did he care. His weapon swung in such a way that it could have injured Beserk, who caught the man's wrist in one hand and clenched tightly with his fingers until the bone began to strain. He released a mighty, rage-filled scream at the top of his lungs; a voice so loud it shocked those who were nearby, before he hammered his skull-mask covered face into that of the soldier until only a bloody pulp was left.
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 10, 2015 14:36:06 GMT -8
And the Grand Army was upon them, the sound of them beating on their armor acting like a series of drums. In their march, with the loud sounds, one would notice streams of snow starting to trickle down. The sound was used more for intimidation than anything.
Sinn would begin to shout, "Archers! Fall back! The time is now!"
The archers in the front had done what they could, dropping a fair amount of enemies, even if it was just injuring them. The archers in this formation would fall to the rear and the pikemen and glaives would take their position at the front behind the sword and shields.
"Charge!" Sinn would yell.
Seconds later, the wall of shields at the front would bash into the enemy in unison. This was used to destabilize their footing and equilibrium. As the wall of shields bashed into the enemy, spears and glaives reached through.
With the pikemen and glaives taking almost a knee when they struck, it would position their weapons to strike around the Solarplex. If one would notice, any enemy caught by this was lifted off the ground. Like a broken record, this would repeat till it was useless or their line was broke.
Behind this, the rest of the sword and shield soldiers were prepapring to flood through the front line and bring hell upon anything in their path. Behind them, the archers who were up front were shooting at the ridges and cliffside, aiming primarily for archers and any javelin users if they were present.
The archers at the top of the ridges would continue firing downwards upon the enemy that was trying to get them. What it would take to catch the pairs of archers on the ridge was a huge sacrifice. And with the sound of the battle, the drum like sound of the Grand Army, and all the enemies trying to climb the ridges to get to the top, an avalanche was soon to come.
Sinn would look around, seeking Ildesias. He would spot the man trying to file in beside his own and move towards him. Sinn had very little effort involved in this, bust a few craniums with his shield and sword.
"Ildesias, what is going on here? I thought we were going to feast...Didn't know we had to hunt threm too." Sinn asked, swinging his sword and shield at an enemy that dared to come his way, trying to make light of the current situation.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2015 16:03:05 GMT -8
Owa grunted when the enemy reinforcements clashed with his troops. Only a moment was lost, costly as it was when his men faltered. But Nokari, Volkrim in particular, are extremely agile and regained their footing reestablishing their phalanx. Owa orders "Kneel!" and the front line responded. They were dug in and spear men behind the phalanx where stabbing foes over the kneeling, fully protected front. They had formed a living barricade of locked together shields. Spears, like spikes, pointing out at enemy shins. Owa waited for the enemy to hit again. He had a plan to break the lines, but it would only work if they bashed their entire lines again. Archers continued to fire their arrows into the enemies back lines, careful not to target too close to their comrades. The battle was proving longer than planned and arrows were beginning to run low.
The Skirmishers realizing their folly had turned around and was returning the battlefield with gusto. Exhausted from the climb up and down they would have been easy prey if not for the moral boost from the appearance of a dragon, a god to them.
The Volkrim soldier was dazed by Zatch's counter but recovered quickly and pressed the attack keeping a distance and usign its spear. It thrusted it at Zatch's right ankle. The creature already had seen what the warrior could do if allowed to chant.
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Archangel Erik
Committed
Mortal body is deceased, His Spiritual presence is back where it belongs.
Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -8
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Post by Archangel Erik on Jul 10, 2015 16:43:26 GMT -8
He looked at the man with a calm demeanor, Watching as he beat the man to a pulp. His hands clenched around his blade tightly. He scowled and focused on the man and flew at the man at a blinding speed. He held his blade close, ready to stab him as soon he came close to him. He focused on the space behind the man in a second's notice, he teleported behind the man, his blade already rear back to stab into his chest. He didn't utter a single word or make a single noise as he aimed his blade into his chest.
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 10, 2015 18:21:45 GMT -8
"FROM THE TOP!" Sinn would shout to his men while in his own little fight to the side of the main lines..
The shields would lower to try to block what they could. As their shields lowered a bit, the pikemen and glaives would raise to the top instead of the side. The shields would do their bashing movement again, this time beating the shield downwards to open up the top of them.
Even though there was a sacrifice of a few shields, the pikemen would bring their spears downwards towards the neck area, so the opponent couldn't duck under it or go sideways, catching them somewhere. The glaives would bear down with a hammer like swing, bringing the three foot blade at the end of an eight foot handle down on their heads or shoulders, and the top of their shields. Instead of worrying about the pikemen, the glaives were breaking their wall. Devestating blows the glaives would have, offering no survival for any beast hit with it's power and sharpness.
What shields would have a vital hit on their legs and shins was slim due to the armor plates placed on their vitals. One was cut deeply, but survivable, and another had been pierced his knee cap and shin plates. A one inch space that had been found. It would place this shield on the ground.
The shields would shift together, reforming their walls, as the pikemen and glaives returned their weapons. The shield on the ground would place his shield over his upper torso to protect himself till he could get help.
Sinn would shout out again, having a smart ass tone as he said it, "Men! It's rather cold here... Whatever you kill, we'll make some fur coats to keep us warm! Maybe we'll even make one of the dragon!"
And then there was a rumble beneath the ground that the Volkrim stood on. This rumble didn't seem to bother the Grand Army, as though they knew what it was. And then there was another rumble, this time stronger. Something was beneath the ground, carving it's way through the stone like a worm in dirt.
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jul 10, 2015 18:29:43 GMT -8
He watched as he thrusted it at his ankle, he stepped away and towards it, slamming down on it shaft of it with the bottom of his shield in hopes to break the weapon. He stepped towards again and stabbed at his chest with the glowing orange blade, still keeping behind the shield a bit. He didn't know exactly what was going to happen, but if he had to guess it would be a smaller and more singular version of Hell's punishment, which could mean his opponent would burst into flames or a large area around it would burst into flames.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2015 18:34:04 GMT -8
When the shields hit his soldiers Owa shouted "Bash!!" The Nokari's as a united force stood and and in unision performed a shield bash in the same move. With the power of a lunging stand and the many Nokari races enhanced strength the move would put most of their targets on their back. If successful the enemy formation would be shattered and the Nokari would gain ground. Spears, swords, axes, and maces would come down on the enemy piercing, crushing and slicing armor and enemy soldiers.
And if the move failed the skirmishers were beginning to attack the enemy formation's flanks. IF the moved worked their timely arrival would spell total disaster for the Phoenix's forces.
Owa was starting to feel his wound again. Bloodloss has an unavoidable effect on a soldier on the move and while shallow the sheer size of the wound was having its effect.
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Minister Akai'a
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on Jul 10, 2015 18:44:34 GMT -8
The warrior blocked Zatch's blow with a shield, which much to the demise of the Volkrim exploded. The warriors helmet was knocked off and the warrior flew backwards. The warrior stood up slowly, the training received by Owa, and Draxis mages harrowing the soldier's endurance for attacks like this. The Volkrim looked up at Zatch, the same golden eyes as the Nokari commander. A female Volkrim with white fur dirtied from battle. She switched the broke spear haft to the left hand and and drew a silver sword with her right. What ever thoughts were running through her head were shone through her eyes. Conviction. She wanted to defeat Zatch. She shook her head, shaking some of the ringing in her ears out. She was still stunned from the blow but was clearly able to defend herself from a follow up attack should Zatch pursue.
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 10, 2015 19:12:16 GMT -8
Their shields would bear the brute force of the enemies upward bash. The bash of the shields coming downwards would hold an effect even if little. The upward bash from the enemy would be absorbed by shield as the Grand Army soldiers on the front line sacrifice their shields by releasing them, as if throwing them when they were knocked into the air.
As their shields were pushed up, they slid their left legs back a bit, as if propping them. As their shield cleared their swords path from the initial bash, they would bring their swords in a stabbing motion towards whatever armor openings there were. They were dead men, but they would jump into battle immediately, causing as much as damage as they could. A distraction, even if for a five seconds, to allow time for the others to fall back behind a new line.
As this happened, the pikemen would fall back behind the remaining mass of shields. They would form the same wall as before. To ensure this, the glaives were swinging their mighty blades, buying a few more seconds. They would take out any legs, torsos, heads, and whatever else they hit as they move backwards also, eventually seeking their spot behind the new formation.
As for the skirmishers on the ridges, the archers in the rear would catch sight of anything popping up. As ordered, the archers that fell back had also moved to the ridges. With their secession to the rear, they vanished unnoticed into the cliff sides. Not only was there archers at the top, but they had been taking land on the ridges. Being able to reclaim their arrows on their paths from enemies, they kept a nearly full stock.
The Grand Army fought like a well oiled machine. These men were raised in the military from the age of four. Combat was engraved into their brains. Even without orders, they could respond.
The ground rumbled a little louder this time. Whatever it was, it seemed to be getting closer. All the meanwhile, Sinn was still focusing his energy around his hands. The rumbling was an effect caused by what he was doing, and the only ones that would know he was drawing energy was a magic user.
Beneath the helm Sinn wore, his eyes would become covered. A silver film covered his eyes. His senses went to what some come primal senses, other call mastered senses. His hearing zoned in on the ridges while his sight on the battlefield. His senses were guiding him to what he needed to do for survival, his mind focusing in on the senses and envisioning it clearly.
It wasn't because he was in danger that he used these levels of senses, but something to do with the bond with his Basilisk. Nobody understands how it is done, not even Sinn. Sinn just knows how to initiate, the rest is out of his hands.
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jul 10, 2015 19:13:36 GMT -8
He looked Down at her, his piercing pale blue eyes locked with hers. "So that is what that does at low power.." Though he was looking at her with full attention, putting his shield away and taking his white steel long sword out. "Get up....let's finish this." He said in a commanding tone.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2015 19:41:45 GMT -8
Owa would not let this chance get away. He knew if he did the battle would be too drawn out and his retreat plan would be necessary. There was a problem with that. Mariah was nowhere to be seen.
Owa commanded his Volkrim, his favored troops, "Kol'ra!!" Pounce in the Volkrim. The Volkrim used their racial abilities and leaped over the their low swinging polearms. They landed on the upper bodies on the Pheonix soldiers and sunk blade, tooth, and claw into their prey. as the troops fell more ran past and attacked further in preventing the enemy from reforming. "Charge!!!!" The rest of his formation charged into shattered enemy formation. Lucky enemies would pierce the Volkrim advance when they leapt. Unlucky soldiers would have been surprised and killed. The plan wasn't flawless. Many of his men died, but the result would be victory. Even his troopers died from the pounce attack their weight on the enemy's spears would make them unusable and they would become easy prey for the other Nokari.
Owa led the rest of Nokari Charge himself. He spotted and charged the Phoenix commander. He knew he would have to withdraw and reform the formation but the enemy would have to do the same and the battle would restart, less troops on both sides. But if Owa could take out the enemy general the destructed morale would break the enemy army.
Meanwhile Owa's archers had begun exchanging fire with enemy archers.
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Minister Akai'a
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on Jul 10, 2015 20:20:55 GMT -8
She lunged. Sudden, almost unexpectedly. Most of the beast-men were wild and bulky in their attacks. She was another creature. Graceful and fast. She was less bulky than her brothers in arms. Compact and fast, tightly wound, but in control. When the gap between them was nearly closed she threw the spear haft at his face to create a delay in the Knights reactions. She used the delay, small though it was, to drop to a knee and pick up her broken spear which lay at his feet. In a smooth motion the thrust the spear into his torso, hopefully a quick end to the battle. But her training made certain her sword was ready for a counter attack from her foe, her kneeling position ready to leap away.
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jul 10, 2015 21:11:22 GMT -8
He watched her carefully and saw that she threw the broken speak shaft towards his head. He shifted his entire body to not only have the broken shaft go past his head, but the spear head as well, though it scratched against his armor. He swung down at her with his closest hand which held the white steel long sword. Aiming to either cut her chest or neck. He kept his other blade close enough to block her sword of needed.
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Minister Akai'a
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on Jul 11, 2015 5:16:55 GMT -8
The Volkrim blocked the attack with her sword while leaping back. Her attack failed. A sense of pride filled her however. She did more than Owa, she at least scratched the armor. She took a strange stance. Low, left side toward her enemy, right arm extended back behind her. She flipped the spear in her hand, broken end now facing Zatch. In a voice that was almost cocky she mocked Zatch, "Let's finish this."
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 11, 2015 12:52:54 GMT -8
The enemy Volkrim that made the pouncing motion would come down on spears. Given a brief second, the pikemen who couldn't fall behind the line that had a Volkrim on their spears, would draw daggers. Although it was suicide, these same Pikemen would lunge forward, sacrificing themselves while digging their daggers into the solarplex region of the Volkrim.
As for the glaives, they were not so kind. As the blade swung under the Volkrim, they would slide their left hand closer to the blade. Using the momentum, plus a little extra strength, they'd brind the end of the glaive that had an iron ball on it to keep their hands from slinding off directly into the side of the Volkrim snouts. As the ball hit, they would continue with their momentum, swinging this time for their guts. If the Volkrim tried to lower or raise, it was nothing but a wrist movement to redirect this momentum.
Pouncing was ultimately a bad decision to do on a group of ranged weapons. Although the Volkrim did kill some, they would lose twice as many. The glaives would stand as a proud exampble, using their weapon as a longsword, spear, or a steel kendo stick.
Sinn realized that there was no way to reform fully in the time they had, not against the Volkrim, "Use your agility, men! They are stronger than you physically, but you have the technique! Bring them DOWNNN!"
Upon the orders, the sword and sheild remaining would flood forward. They would take the weight off of the glaives who were fighting for every second, most of them dripping in blood of theirs and the enemy. The sword and shields would beging their assault, using their speed and agility to maneuver though and around the enemy. Although they were physically weaker than them, they were trained properly and every move they made was a preparation for the next. With such a surprise rush from both sides, it was hard to tell who would win. Only thing, the Volkrim would find their claws and teeth useless against the sword and shields due to their armor that had very few weak points on it, plus with their movements, it was like tryimg to catch an oiled pig, slipping right out from under the Volkrim attacks. Their mass was susceptible to the momentum they'd carry with each strike.
In this combat, the swords and shields seemed to be trying to encircle them. What was standing in the middle was trying to conufuse the Volkrim while the the others were circling around them. If the Volkrim weren't paying much attention, they'd become encircled quickly by the wormy movements of the Grand Army soldiers. As a bonus, what galives still stood were taking outside positions, poking and swinging at the Volkrim, almost like they were trying to coral them while the shields did their part.
As for Owa charging Sinn, he would react with little care and a smart ass tone again, "Come on puppy, I need a new pet to be my bitch."
With that, Sinn lifted his shield towards Owa and pointed his sword towards him also. He was ready to fight. It was his first real fight in months.
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jul 11, 2015 14:22:52 GMT -8
He smirked a bit and got into a stance as well. His left leg facing her and his right in the back. Both were bent, making for a solid stance. His right hand held his white blade which was held over his head, his elbow bent and the blade angled at her. His left held his steel blade, held out in front pointing up towards the sky, his elbow bent. "Yes...let's finish this." He looked into her eyes, pale blue locked with Golden ones. He watched her body and her eyes, learning and waiting for a move. For an error to present itself.
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Minister Akai'a
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Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on Jul 11, 2015 19:39:35 GMT -8
A stare down insued. She was better at counters than direct assault. She slowly edged close enough for both of the combatants to lunge at each other. She did a feint. A sudden movement that made her seem to be on the attack. Nothing to compromise her stance, just to hopefully provoke a reaction from the knight before her.
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