Forgotten Ruins, eastern alley #46201
"How did y- Bwuh?"
KER-THONK!It was an impresive feat, sending a fully grown man wearing a set of full light plate, flying across a stretch of distance as if he was nothing more than an empty, unwanted beer bottle. The blue-plumed officer didn't have time to even respond or react, before the mighty brute of a lizard was upon him and knocked him aside with ease and brutally proficient rage. The armored Imperial clanked and clattered along the street as his body tumbled, rolled and eventually came to a stop when it collided with the side of a building at the far-end of the path they were all in.
Initially, the soldiers who had flanked the officer, along with those in the spear-wall, and the archers behind them, stood silent and dumbfounded. None could actually believe what had just happened - some giant lizard came barreling out of gods-know-where and just smacked their commander aside as if he was made out of a burlap sack filled with chicken feathers. Of course, momentary confusion didn't last long, and soon the call for the archers to fire their arrows came. Unfortunately for these men, before they could release their arrows on the numerous targets now popping up, a blinding light suddenly burst forth and managed to catch the eye of every damn bowman aiming down the alley.
It was a huge success!
Well, sort of. They still fired their arrows, but at least not while aiming properly or actually seeing what they fired at. In fact, some of their arrows struck their fellow soldiers in the back of their helmets or the insides of their shields, while others harmlessly snapped as they collided with the walls of either side of the alley. Naturally, a few arrows
did make it towards the intended targets. Notably, Kaze.
Being big and tough and tall meant you could smack others around, but it also meant you were kind of a walking target with a sign on your back and stomach that went:
'Can you hit the broad side of a barn?' Luckily, the lizard's half-plate was enough to deflect any real damage, but he would still be pulling one or two projectiles out of his scaly hide tonight. Luckily, the Empire didn't poison their arrows.
Another person to feel the sting of arrows ws Serafaye, who got one straight in the forehead. However, just like when the officer had slapped her face, it felt about equal to someone lightly tapping a drinking straw towards her forehead, and the projectile bounced harmlessly off her skull. The girl blinked. First she'd been hit by a guy with the strength of a starving, malnourished kitten, and now she got shot
in the face by an rrow that couldn't kill a fly? What the heck was this. No, seriously, what? Were these people all made out of cotton and silly-string? They could knock each other around just fine, cast magic and command little blob-monsters... But they couldn't do jack-shit to her, even though
she couldn't use any weapons or cast any magic?
Serafaye just sat there, on her knees, arms now dropped along her sides, staring at the growling and snarling horde of Imperial troops infront of her who were cursing and shouting after suffering momentary blindness. Meanwhile, the four guards who had accompanied their officer all turned to Kaze and charged, well three of them did. The fourth ran over to the fallen commander and was trying to shake and call him back to the realm of the awake. Though judging by the dent in the side of his armor, he likely would need more than just a good shake and shout to wake up.
The spearmen, at this point in time, began to slowly advance. Walking shoulder-to-shoulder, shields interlocked and spears pointed forward. It seemed they were intent on perforating their enemies by simply balking and backing them into the ends of the alley... Or something. Honestly, it seemed a bad idea to approach a girl who was an immovable, indestructible object, and a lizard that was basically the miniaturized version of Godzilla. But they were soldiers, and they did what they were trained to do.
Die. Fight.
The fortuitous bit about all of this was that, with the archers and spearmen now focused on the enemies straight ahead, perhaps they wouldn't notice a person or pair sneaking onto the rickety, decripit roofs above! ... Unless there were archers in other alleys nearby, or in the buildings all around them... Then it might be a
really bad plan...
Serafaye, meanwhile, came to an important realization. The lizard-bro had charged in and smacked that guy away right after she got bitch-slapped by the weakest slap in all of slapistory. Had he charged over to avenge her honor? Were lizardmen like that? Huh, too bad she never read any of that lore-bullcrap back while playing Oubliette... Or maybe... Maybe he was trying to be all alpha-male and impress her by being all macho and muscles and top-dog? ... That'd be kinda sad... And gross...
Rising from her position, the girl looked around for a moment, then stared down at the slowly advancing wall of soldiers. Tik-tok, like perfect tin soldiers, they walked in rehearsed and disciplined order., careful to keep their formation and momentum synched. Well, that is, until Serafaye dcided that she might as well try something. She'd been slapped, and nothing happened, she had been shot, and nothing happened... So, by that logic, could she be impaled and nothing happen too? Approaching the spearmen, she stopped right in their way. Egged on by the brazen brat's defiance, the soldiers zoned in on her and...
Thw-crack...?The advancing spear-wall stopped. Completely. The men stood dead in their tracks, staring t the horned, purple-haired girl. Before her, at her feet, lay the top-halves of three spears, broken off from their hafts. The girl merely looked down at the shattered weapons, a non-plussed expression on her face.
"Huh... So that really worked...? I guess my level of one-twenty still counts for something. If you guys can't even hurt me, you're all below level 60, huh?" She stated, to nobody in particular except maybe herself.
She then proceed to move forward, towards the line of spearmen. The soldiers shook off their stupor and assumed defensive positions. But even with all their spears pointed out and aimed at Serafaye, as soon as she just
walked into them, they got pushed back, bent and eventually snapped like toothpicks. One after another, the snapping of wood and clatter of metal on stone could be heard through the narrow street. And then, as she finally got within close enough range of one of the soldiers in the wall of large, broad shields, she let out a sigh and took a deep breath, closing her eye momentarily, before shouting:
"
HAaaah!"
... And delivered the most girly-looking punch you could ever dream of. Seriously, She just raised her arm and fist up next to shoulder and then did a little forward arc-thing, a turly and goodness-to-honest sissy-punch of fable-worthy documentation... And yet, as the blow connected with the shield of the man infront of her, the fully armored soldier went flying backwards. His shield dropped to the ground, with a large small-fist-sized dent in it. The other soldiers, now staring in fear and disbelief at what had just happened, could not even move to fill the gap left by the man who had just been flung away by girl-power.
"Well, that's the same." She said. "Can't use weapons, but the difference in levels seem to still work the same." Serafaye laughed a little, though not menacingly or condescending, but more in a
'A-ha! I'm so stupid for not realizing this!'-sort of way.
Murmurs and unsteady mumbling could be heard from the ranks of the Galanon soldiers... This was probably not how they had expected things to go...
