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Rhona WEsailia had been ready for a counterattack from Victor, but this left her wide open to Rintor's palm. It connected strong and sure, sending the Guardian into a backward cartwheel to land on her back and neck, and a moment later her legs followed. She wasn't knocked out, but she was without a doubt dazed and in shock from the landing...
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And really, its a given. I was specifically opening her up to a counter like that. And I'll quickly write a response post, just to prevent any half-ended posts, and allow the scene to progress <3
I won't be responding till everyone else gets one in. I just hated the idea that everyone would need to write something along the lines of 'waiting to see what happened' >.<
I won't be responding till everyone else gets one in. I just hated the idea that everyone would need to write something along the lines of 'waiting to see what happened' >.<
@ReusableSword@Regitnui@Force and Fury
There was no yelling, there was no battlecry. Esailia crossed the distance quicker than one would imagine someone in full plate could move, as though she too were possessed by some unnatural force driving her muscles and intent. The woman's gaze was locked onto Victor, the man of her nightmares, the man who caused her so much pain...It was clear in her face that she was beyond listening to reason. The hate overwhelmed her mind, and took control of her actions.
The Mithra Guardian deftly sidestepped Rhen, her shield grazing the Changeling's arm, before preparing to shield-bash Victor. She didn't seem to care what Rintor was doing, only registering him NOT aiming a weapon at her or the man who just claimed he was a known criminal and murdurer.
"No no no, its shield bash, then twist and thrust!" The man corrected the pair of girls, whom both wore heavy leathers and were equipped with wooden shields and swords "You always follow through with your movement, as not to give your enemy time to recover. Now, try again...."
There was no yelling, there was no battlecry. Esailia crossed the distance quicker than one would imagine someone in full plate could move, as though she too were possessed by some unnatural force driving her muscles and intent. The woman's gaze was locked onto Victor, the man of her nightmares, the man who caused her so much pain...It was clear in her face that she was beyond listening to reason. The hate overwhelmed her mind, and took control of her actions.
The Mithra Guardian deftly sidestepped Rhen, her shield grazing the Changeling's arm, before preparing to shield-bash Victor. She didn't seem to care what Rintor was doing, only registering him NOT aiming a weapon at her or the man who just claimed he was a known criminal and murdurer.
"No no no, its shield bash, then twist and thrust!" The man corrected the pair of girls, whom both wore heavy leathers and were equipped with wooden shields and swords "You always follow through with your movement, as not to give your enemy time to recover. Now, try again...."
I suppose the question isn't related to responding to posts, so...posting now~
And @ReusableSword, she didn't scream, she raised her voice to louder than normal speaking, but it wasn't a battlecry or a hefty yell. I apologize for the confusion.
And @ReusableSword, she didn't scream, she raised her voice to louder than normal speaking, but it wasn't a battlecry or a hefty yell. I apologize for the confusion.
Due to a mistake with scheduling, I didn't have work today. So I dropped Yuuta a question, then I'll post once she answers =3
@Force and Fury *Dumbfounded look* that wasn't relayed very well through the post that he vanished >.< But anyway, I can post tomorrow in about....19 hours?
I can be the first to join in on this venture. For....reasons....
Currently sat atop Solar's head, looking as innocent as possible.
Currently sat atop Solar's head, looking as innocent as possible.
@Force and Fury
I'm still confused about the threads. I don't understand what Rintor's trying to do to stop Esailia's outright charge...
Also, @checkeredsoul she's not just standing next to Tori anymore. She started sprinting towards Victor.
I'm still confused about the threads. I don't understand what Rintor's trying to do to stop Esailia's outright charge...
Also, @checkeredsoul she's not just standing next to Tori anymore. She started sprinting towards Victor.
My plan exactly.
Fury, what are these threads you're talking about?
Fury, what are these threads you're talking about?
@checkeredsoul@ReusableSword
Esailia tore her gaze from their surroundings to shake her head at Tori, murmuring "No, too soon to start making threats." Before resuming her self-appointed duty to keep a watch for surprises. If a single man stashed in our cart surprised a veteran like Rintor, I shudder to think what else could be in store...
But even as she thought this, Thee man announced himself as the Crimson Marauder, and her face went pale, shield and sword falling to her sides in shock. He kept talking, but the Mithra wasn't listening anymore, instead her mind was flung back into the past by that name...
A tattoed man wandering out of her house, dragging behind him a Mithra woman...Searching a village calling out for her mama....faceless men dragging her out of her hiding place and taking her away from her home...
Armor clinked as Esailia clenched her fist around the hilt of her sword "Bastard...." She muttered, before saying louder "Murderer!" and starting a sprint towards Victor, sword raised. Her armor made more than enough noise to alert a deaf troll of her approach...
Esailia tore her gaze from their surroundings to shake her head at Tori, murmuring "No, too soon to start making threats." Before resuming her self-appointed duty to keep a watch for surprises. If a single man stashed in our cart surprised a veteran like Rintor, I shudder to think what else could be in store...
But even as she thought this, Thee man announced himself as the Crimson Marauder, and her face went pale, shield and sword falling to her sides in shock. He kept talking, but the Mithra wasn't listening anymore, instead her mind was flung back into the past by that name...
A tattoed man wandering out of her house, dragging behind him a Mithra woman...Searching a village calling out for her mama....faceless men dragging her out of her hiding place and taking her away from her home...
Armor clinked as Esailia clenched her fist around the hilt of her sword "Bastard...." She muttered, before saying louder "Murderer!" and starting a sprint towards Victor, sword raised. Her armor made more than enough noise to alert a deaf troll of her approach...
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