Skill Seeker [hr] [@Crimson Paladin][@VitaVitaAR] [hr] Despite his newfound skill with a blade, he was still just that new. He might be able to perfectly copy moves, but that also meant it was more difficult to perfectly adapt them. His blade would make a near perfect swipe to copy Nobunaga’s deflection earlier. The hunter would grunt as his strike would miss, but before Novak’s blade could make an attempt at the hunters neck he’d find the other end of the spear slamming into his face, the hunter quickly having adjusted the blow, interrupting Novak’s strike and sending the blade missing its target. His opponent wouldn’t take long to make another strike, aiming the haft of the spear to his chest. Nobunaga would fair a bit better in her endeavors. The main threat was the fact his target was indeed, Enli and not his assailant. Her katana would dig into the ground, a flurry of snow and dirt flying up into the air...but perhaps it was less effective than she’d want. The hunter would grimace, vision obscured by the powdery mist...but he’d release the arrow all the same. It’d whizz through the air. There was a shout of surprise. The hunter couldn’t react in time to deflect, and Nobunaga’s blade would strike true. Head severed from his body. That just left Novak’s assailant. “I’m...fine!” Enli would shout, if one happened to look he was clearly, well, alive. It seemed the arrow might have just grazed him. [@PKMNB0Y] [hr] The deer, eager to help, would attempt to do so in the most helpful way it could potentially figure out. At first it would take the shoot into its mouth, biting down and breaking it that way (and attempting to feel a bit clever by eating some in the process), but realizing that it was maybe not quite what Misaki seemed to want. So it would instead take a few bamboo shoots and dragging them to the ground, where it would attempt stomping on them with its hooves...though it left much to be desired either way, since it was still a foal its legs didn’t have quite the kicking power to do more than crush it. Troubled by its seeming inability to help, the deer would pout for a few seconds, before seeming to get some sort of idea...where it would grab one it had previously attempted to cut, place it on the ground and hold it there between its hooves. It would bend its neck down. Inhale. And… [i]thwump[/i] ...a small gust of wind would hit the bamboo shoot and cause it to fly into the air and proceed to land right on Misaki’s head. Seemed like the deer may possess some minor ability to control the wind as its parent seemed to? Curious to note, but didn’t help Misaki much right now, but if she was fine with it crushing them with its mouth or hooves, he’d gladly do it. A Traveler [@PaulHaynek] [hr] “Hmm...I’d say we should split up, but you’d probably end up zombie food.” Elisette would reply with a grin. “I guess if there were anyone left, they’d probably be hold up in the largest building here...which would be this one! And I can open doors like this easy.” Considering she had enough physical prowess to literally throw a giant three times her size, she probably could. Which was why it was comical when it’d fail completely. Elisette would slam her foot into the door, only to find that it wouldn’t give way at all. “Eh! What gives this is weird I can normally knock down the doors to Rheanne’s bedroom easily and this isn’t even half as sturdy looking.” While Elisette would consider why she’d find hearself at a loss for what to do, Nicholas perhaps might find it a good idea to look into what he’d suggest himself. The windows for the most part had been boarded up it seemed. Long planks of wood, or what looked like large pieces of furniture blocking the interior side. There were only a few small gaps that he could even use to see inside. It was when he was passing one of these gaps, he’d see a hooded figure peering out, right at him. “Get away from the windows…!” A quiet, shout from within as the young man was pulled away from the window. Seemed there were definitely still people alive here. The Roma Mob [@Pyromania99] [hr] “Oh...uhm, its nothing.” Lecua would reply. “Its...uhm...just...why do you keep Octavia around?” The elf would ask, frowning. “I-I mean I guess she’s useful but...isn’t she dangerous? She could turn on you any second, couldn’t she?” The small elf would look to the hound, who’d only tilt its head quizzically as if it was confused that she was being addressed. “I’ve just...never met one that is so well behaved, and w-well...I don’t...want to make you concerned but...” Leuca would frown, seeming a bit conflicted as the elf would scoot a bit away from Augusta. “Uhm, nevermind, it's not important. You wanted to tell me something, though?” It was clear the girls uncomfortable demeanor definitely stemmed from Octavia in some fashion. Even throughout their entire journey so far, Augusta might recall the girl had been rather uncomfortable around the pup most of the time. [@ERode] [hr] The blade while it wouldn’t flex from simply pinching the blade, it certainly felt softer than steel. A chalky, hard smoother substance perhaps similar to lead or graphite. No doubt while it was good at its job of cutting, it would likely fail with prolonged exposure against proper steel. It was hard to tell how well, without proper experience or striking it directly. What was easier to tell, perhaps, was Sorcha’s response to Isidore’s request. “Me?” Her mouth curled into a smirk, eyes narrowing ever so slightly, clearly amused. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had someone so forward. Most elves lack the...courage, to. Not that I blame them and If I weren’t so busy, I might take you up on that offer.” The woman would turn her attention to Isidore’s halberd, her own hand drawing the blade at her side from its sheath in a relaxed, self assured manner. “To be perfectly honest Isidore, you and Augusta both intrigue me, and not for good reasons.” The mirth would fade from both her visage and voice as she’d narrow her eyes. “Its humorous how you think I’d need two strikes to kill, though.” If Isidore blinked, he’d miss what would happen next. A crackling of energy, Sorcha briefly disappearing, and then seemingly reappearing right in front of him. The swordswoman would already be poised to strike, having crossed the distance in such a short amount of time in such little movement he'd have barely any time to react. The only tell he had of something happening, was the crackling of electrical energy as Sorcha would take a step forward, already having swiftly moved past the effective range of his halberd, with her own blade aiming for his neck. [hr] Send Feet Pics [@Cu Chulainn] [hr] “Eh? Really? Fine, I accept. I’ll ask Mie. But if you’re going to impress her, you have to take initiative on your own.” the fox would seemingly then run off, heading back to where Mie was currently waiting for Malphas to return with news of a successful delivery. Upon his return to the longhouse, Bolcha would accept the gift readily, taking the bottle of alcohol with a careful hand and place it on a nearby chair as he'd nod. "You have my thanks. I don't really know what's going on. I keep my head down and myself to my work, but Enli has said the hunters may be working with the Illuminator for something...he didn't specify what, though." He shook his head. "Something about his death being used to make it look like the Kyrnith did it." [hr] The Builder [@Guy0fV4lor] [hr] Donovan's fears had been nearly spot on. while he was moving to the location where he had assumed Akando would be - the hunter would find himself engaged in something he'd consider a surprising turn of events. A dagger, had barely missed his throat. The hunter would later recount that it seemed as though time had slowed, just long enough for him to avoid recieving a fatal wound from a surprise source...but that was just the adreanaline, likely talking. "...Hm. Missed." Standing in front of him was the familiar face of Soyala, behind her, several more hunters...and several dead dear carcasses - dozens of them, from the look of it. "I don't know how you avoided that, but consider yourself lucky." "Soyala...You were always a good huntress. I didn't care much whether or not the others of you worshipped some god as long as it kept the village and forest safe. Whatis the meaning of this?" "Surviving. Come on, Akando. Surely you understand?" "We're not supposed to hunt this far in. All I understand doing this is going to anger the Kyrnith more - " Before he could even finish the sentence, a loud, shrill call of a deer could be heard, and just as quick as a gust of wind the Beast would appear at the edge of the grove. It would say nothing, merely gaze at its deceased kin, slaughtered for no reason - not even for that of survival - just for sport, it would seem. And this was the scene Donovan would arrive upon - the hunters were indeed, about to face the wrath of this beast, and Akando was likely to be caught in the crossfire.