Rothurage
Nallore
RiddlesThe sound of flaming arrows whipping through the air and the twang of many bows was a que that set the blood pumping!
Luckily with how he ran ahead of the group so excitedly, he was in the perfect position to simply run beneath the first wave of arrows that had clearly been aimed at the larger group where more casualties would have been expected. "Ōh elā uttējakaramaina! He called in what seemed like complete gibberish in a wildly excited tone. Of course, some of the next wave of arrows would be directed at him, but he kept an eye on the silly rot-brains knocking their next arrows, and just as they took aim he raised a hand and released a blast of flame towards them... No way in Hell it came even 'close' to reaching them, but the flame obscured sight of him momentarily, just enough to pull his feet up and turn his momentum into a slide that allowed him to duck under the arrows without sacrificing momentum "Oooh, these are better than the usual! Nēnu iṣṭaṁ"
He kicked to caused himself to roll out of his slide and stumble back into sprinting. His path carried him far enough off from the direction of the actual entrance to the water-way that the foot-soldiers weren't anywhere near him by the time he took a running leap right off the edge of the lower cliff, a move that most would call properly suicidal, but a sharp eye might notice that a couple of seconds later something white and black was making it's way up the sheer side of one of the Water-way's support pillars, using those sharpened gauntlets and boots to force purchase into the ragged stone so he wouldn't fall off... Thankfully, he wasn't wearing heavy armor.
Of course, as soon as he was back up to the level where a ledge connected from one end of the waterway's length to the other, he climbed off on that and moved around to the opposite side where the swarmy melee types wouldn't be able to spot him. He was probably crazy, or a small bit of a genius, or both, they tended to go together sometimes, but it might be hard to tell if he was actually exercising some divide and conquer tactics, or if he was just doing the craziest most idiotic thing one could do in a situation like this, being jumping off a cliff.
It would take a short while for him to reach his destination, long enough for a certain strong man to have found his own way up there it seemed, but soon he came up on the other side, ontop of the water-way, and directly above the entrance, where he proceeded to ambush and boot one of the Archer's right off the edge, hit the next one that was close enough with a quick burst of fire to force it back, and then swung out his great-bow from his back, first clipping that now burning hollow to knock it off the edge, then down to pin it's support spike into the ground. "Āścaryaṁ talli evaritōnū, Asta came to say hello!" There was something vulgar about that first bit he said... Regardless, He took the next logical step when one renders themselves temporarily immobile in the face of many ranged enemies, setup a suitable defense.
Thus while his left hand held the bow in position with one foot planted against it's base for stability and to use the over-sized bow as a sort of shield against the much smaller projectiles, the other slammed into his own chest, doing... 'something' that caused his gauntlets, helmet, and boots to take on a metallic silvery sheen, it sucked for mobility, but when mobility is not a concern it works wonders! Finally he drew one of his arrows, or lances depending on ones definition based on size, and began pulling the string back, oh what a satisfying creaking sound it made! Roughly 2 seconds passed as he plotted the arrow's path in his mind and how to make it happen without striking 'big man' half-way through, then with a little twist of his fingers he unleashed the shot with a slight spin on it.
The comically large arrow shot right through the torso of the nearest archer, sending it stumbling right off the edge, It nicked a couple more on it's way, likely harmlessly, before the spin allowed it to arch just barely around 'big man', striking an archer on the other side, though this time it didn't pass through cleanly, it wedged most of the way through the walking corpse, knocking it off it's feet and causing it to fall against the next one down and sparking a domino effect, flooring roughly 3 more before one of them had enough brain to get out of the way and let them finally hit the stone, though most of them simply set about getting back up, there was now a sufficient threat to draw some of the fire away from the others.
Luckily with how he ran ahead of the group so excitedly, he was in the perfect position to simply run beneath the first wave of arrows that had clearly been aimed at the larger group where more casualties would have been expected. "Ōh elā uttējakaramaina! He called in what seemed like complete gibberish in a wildly excited tone. Of course, some of the next wave of arrows would be directed at him, but he kept an eye on the silly rot-brains knocking their next arrows, and just as they took aim he raised a hand and released a blast of flame towards them... No way in Hell it came even 'close' to reaching them, but the flame obscured sight of him momentarily, just enough to pull his feet up and turn his momentum into a slide that allowed him to duck under the arrows without sacrificing momentum "Oooh, these are better than the usual! Nēnu iṣṭaṁ"
He kicked to caused himself to roll out of his slide and stumble back into sprinting. His path carried him far enough off from the direction of the actual entrance to the water-way that the foot-soldiers weren't anywhere near him by the time he took a running leap right off the edge of the lower cliff, a move that most would call properly suicidal, but a sharp eye might notice that a couple of seconds later something white and black was making it's way up the sheer side of one of the Water-way's support pillars, using those sharpened gauntlets and boots to force purchase into the ragged stone so he wouldn't fall off... Thankfully, he wasn't wearing heavy armor.
Of course, as soon as he was back up to the level where a ledge connected from one end of the waterway's length to the other, he climbed off on that and moved around to the opposite side where the swarmy melee types wouldn't be able to spot him. He was probably crazy, or a small bit of a genius, or both, they tended to go together sometimes, but it might be hard to tell if he was actually exercising some divide and conquer tactics, or if he was just doing the craziest most idiotic thing one could do in a situation like this, being jumping off a cliff.
It would take a short while for him to reach his destination, long enough for a certain strong man to have found his own way up there it seemed, but soon he came up on the other side, ontop of the water-way, and directly above the entrance, where he proceeded to ambush and boot one of the Archer's right off the edge, hit the next one that was close enough with a quick burst of fire to force it back, and then swung out his great-bow from his back, first clipping that now burning hollow to knock it off the edge, then down to pin it's support spike into the ground. "Āścaryaṁ talli evaritōnū, Asta came to say hello!" There was something vulgar about that first bit he said... Regardless, He took the next logical step when one renders themselves temporarily immobile in the face of many ranged enemies, setup a suitable defense.
Thus while his left hand held the bow in position with one foot planted against it's base for stability and to use the over-sized bow as a sort of shield against the much smaller projectiles, the other slammed into his own chest, doing... 'something' that caused his gauntlets, helmet, and boots to take on a metallic silvery sheen, it sucked for mobility, but when mobility is not a concern it works wonders! Finally he drew one of his arrows, or lances depending on ones definition based on size, and began pulling the string back, oh what a satisfying creaking sound it made! Roughly 2 seconds passed as he plotted the arrow's path in his mind and how to make it happen without striking 'big man' half-way through, then with a little twist of his fingers he unleashed the shot with a slight spin on it.
The comically large arrow shot right through the torso of the nearest archer, sending it stumbling right off the edge, It nicked a couple more on it's way, likely harmlessly, before the spin allowed it to arch just barely around 'big man', striking an archer on the other side, though this time it didn't pass through cleanly, it wedged most of the way through the walking corpse, knocking it off it's feet and causing it to fall against the next one down and sparking a domino effect, flooring roughly 3 more before one of them had enough brain to get out of the way and let them finally hit the stone, though most of them simply set about getting back up, there was now a sufficient threat to draw some of the fire away from the others.