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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

@Demonic Angel

Then there will be another plan, they never cease hahaha.

Even better, ty I'll try to be there shortly

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

@May

Hey, if you manage to post first please go and save Keri. I should have a post up by tonight, maybe early morning, but either say Sinys should have the Cosh under control. Since it really can't go invisible to him.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

His hand slick with blood and the stench of it clustered Sinys's nose thickly. A portion of his world went dark where no rich scents perturbed him deeply. Such things had happened before, but not with this much blood. Not yet at least, his stomach churned inside of him violently threatening to make him hurl. Steeling himself against giving an oppertunity, all the while the thought pestered him that he had finally killed a living thinking thing.

This passed after a moment and then he assessed the situation through the area he understood. In the time passing a girl had been thrown, and from the sound of it she smacked the three pretty hard. He counted her out for the time being and focus on the other that he figured he could help. A sounding thump made Sinys assume that she had been thrown on her back or pushed down. His mind put regrouping as a priority and bound to Helena that he had not met yet.

Upon getting there his right foot had slid to the same distance of her head vertically, though the two were not very close. The angle of the Cosh's tail was the first indicator of direction since Sinys became familiar with the basic appearance of the cosh. As his left hand grew close enough he yanked on the said tail before his foot was fully extended to slow himself down. The resulting force should give a large amount of shock to the beast. Hopefully even giving him the strength to throw it away in a slinging motion.

However if nothing really happened the head of the mammal and rest of its body was within his field and every bit of his focus would be placed on the image he was receiving. Not for defending but countering, he would take the arrow that he still carried and shoved it into the neck of the beast.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Is it my turn?

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Sinys

Lyn's hunt.

With a harsh yank on the rope with his right hand, in the same motion his right leg twisted to allow power to flow into his left. Giving him enough strength to pull the arrow out of the fully dead body. The sound of Elley's head squelching made a horrid noise in Sinys ears. He felt his stomach wanting to give out. After all he had never really been in battle like this. Hunting seemed... alot cleaner to him than this. Brushing this feeling aside feeling the arrow come into his bubble of vision. He knew what it had been the moment the triangular sharpened surface began piercing the wall of the unknown into the known. He of course calculated the angle of it's return due to the influence he made on the rope.

He hadn't been far off, but it was closer to his face than he preferred. As the shaft gained form his hand darted out in an attempt to grasp the length of it for control. A brief time passed before his came back, he became truely blind for the first time in a long time. If but for a slice of a second of time he had been faster, his hand caught feathers still. It had not been something he liked at all, any of it in which ever way. He grew sad at the thought of not being able to use the last technique his father tried to pass down to him. He had an opportunity to use it and took it for later experiance.

Bringing his focus back he rushed over to the first student he was to meet, in the first skirmish he had ever participated in. That had been an odd thought to him, his mind stored it to ponder at his leisure. First thing he did was pull the tail from around the poor guy before rigormortis set in. The second thing he did was apologize "Sorry I got here late, I heard your leg snap earlier. The depth of the sound told me which bone it had been. I don't have time to talk, I sense a fight in the other direction... That last arrow missed. My mistake if it came close to you." he knew how close it should have been considering the appearant situation now that he was closer.

His eyes bored into Leith's with no emotion or care, all of that translated into his voice. With no example to guide him his features generally remained flat. Occasionally he showed some, generally not considering his style. He tried to give a smile that would simply come off as akward. Deceptively honest in a certain sense. Quickly he stood and turned using one leg as a pivot. His torso leaned low as that leg thrust him foreward, the momentum gathered from that movement drove him faster than a dead start. The jolt of speed him into a six foot elf's lengthy sprint. He used the momentum to jump into his next push his legs stretched out. After some time the brawl grew louder.

At this time he drew up the memory of what the driver described to him with resentment building in him. As he harbored this feeling he didn't slow but instead drove himself into what he gathered shortly to be the most dire situation he could assist in. The Cosh poised to attack the leg of someone, in the middle of all the fighting. If he had hit his shoulder would have dug deeply into the ribs of his target. Either way the situation played out he would roll to his feet from a ventricle position by tumbling onto his back then twisting around to face his new quarry. The difference would be whether or not he would try to put more power into hitting the ground. In addition the distance put between them. The picture that entered his vision told him enough of this one's capabilities, mostly because it traveled the planet on all fours.

He pulled a broad head from his quiver at his waist holding it poised to attack. His waist had been low to the ground giving him balance and foundational strength. The other hand held the bow he possesed, there was more than one way to use a bow. The less used technique had been crude but effective. Especially with such a hard and flexible bow. Using the style his father passed down to him opened scars that were just beginning to heal. Each movement stabbed him with anger at his own helplessness. The emotion welled up in him like a cold fury lending to his aggresion.

He paused for a second "A-am I here at a- a good ti-me?" he asked with intrigue dripping from his bland face. Near the end of his breathless inquiry he pushed himself to land an attack. The bow came down first searching for the back of the neck of the lesser Cosh, in the same motion he sliced with the broad head in the same direction. This left him slightly open with the twisting force from the ground up gave the thing his back. He however planned on this and threw his bow to the side and lifting his planted foot to turn him around with enough force to tear some flesh away with the arrow in his other hand.

Against a thinking opponent it might realize that his movements were well practiced and reactionary. That however was a chink in his armor of attacking, these moves could be easy to counter if the fight drug out. As his reactions would become obvious to certain situations.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Sinys is like a strawberry, easily visible. As well as the fact that any plants that may grow from him will be from example only, from the outside like the seeds are.

Uuuummmmm, he is an odd ball? Probably him being a social masochist hahahha, but really Id think it would be his love for small animals and children. His impatients drys up really quick for either one.

Biggest fear? Being lost forever , it's bad enough he is blind. He doesn't like the idea that he might never know where he is.

Hahahahahahaha, he gets highly irritated whenever someone tries to do something for him. More than that however is people picking on others that are weaker than themselves. For no other reason then the fact that they are weaker.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Oddly enough I'm getting a new job myself o.o I'll be keeping the old one for part time.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

A sense of satisfaction flooded Sinys's senses as two solid thumps hit his intended target. He knew that his quarry had been marked, but had been confused as to why the Naga had not moved from its spot or even cry out in pain. For now he considered it to be a rush of energy dulling the pain. His mind worked over the details he could find briefly. A cold chill ran up and down his spine like an electric pulse, a feeling he often associated with accidents and death. It noticed him, it noticed him for sure. Something didn't seem quite right to the young elf with this whole situation.

He shook his head to clear himself of deep thought, the idea was to damage the thing infront of himself. Not to study it in a perilous moment in time. He decided that getting caught would do him no good and pulled his bow out again and took his firing stance once more listening to the thrashing of her head. Imagining where that vertical target would be he drew three more arrows shooting them one at a time from the middle of her spine to what he assumed was her neck starting with the roped arrow.

The distance itself had not given him a clear picture for the angle he needed to fire so his aim had been a little higher than he had originally wanted. He had taken his time with each shot now that his target had begun flailing. Intending to use the moment of chaos to his advantage, the rope he had held onto during his releases. He then pulled back the line tight and secured it firmly if it had stuck. Not pulling the target back, just holding it in place for the time being. If he had missed he would yank it back in a whip like motion, and use it again.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

90% sure I'm waiting on natsu, been busy over the last week with moving and all. I hate to suggest, but perhapse a reboot is in order?

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I'm waiting on konan? I think.