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I`ve been watching this thread since it was posted, such a great concept. I`d be more than willing to play one of the Prewett brothers, hopefully it`ll take off.
I'll keep an eye on this.
Erinya knew that the element of surprise played a huge role when it came to close quarters combat. Much less blood was shed of those that attacked first than of those who had to adjust to a sudden offensive. And she had been ready to send the mage to her gods before Ovra even opened her mouth therefore when she cleverly unarmed her with her axe, she didn't even blink twice.
She had her whole team in front of her, all of them trusting her enough to turn their backs to her arrows. Fools, she would often call them in her head yet on the other hand, she had never shared the fact that each and every time her adrenaline started flowing, she had the urge to start blindly shooting off arrows, having to restrain her bloodlust and her thoughts. Hell, sometimes she had to take a moment longer because she wasn't certain that she would shoot the enemy instead of a comrade.
She had been like that since-
Since when?... Something happened some time ago, I lost something didn't I?... I can't remember what. she thought and suddenly she wasn't in the middle of the Silent Plains anymore. She was back to the Anderfels, talking to her long-dead teacher, about the art of marksmanship.
"Ishanni, what separates a great marksman from a legendary one?" he asked as he fixed her grip on the bow. She had no answer for him and honestly, he wasn't expecting one. "It is how many steps ahead he -or she in our case- can predict. Most use a bow in order not to risk melee, be it due to a lack of skill or confidence but the bow isn't as simple as that if you want to bet your life on it, day after day. When you shoot your arrow, witch-born, you need to have already figured out where your next will land and under what circumstances. That's how you become a legendary marksman. Everyone can become a great archer but so few can win a battle before it even starts. You think you can do that, little one?"
She paused for a long moment before locking eyes with him. "I'm gonna do better than that." she simply said before unleashing her arrow and her conscience drawing her back to the battlefield.
Ovra was diving for cover, wanting to avoid the bolts which undoubtedly the riders would send after her. Eirny was also making her move, her magic disorienting most of them for the shortest of moments yet the young Elf hadn't accounted for the last rider who would have clear view of her.
Her gaze was still fixed on the mage's eyes though, filling with shock, her mind still hadn't registered what had happened yet her neck was already painted crimson before she would even touch the barren ground. She would be dead within seconds.
"Dareth shiral." she whispered and pulled another arrow from her quiver. The battle was over, in their favour. All that was left, was making clear that the day was theirs, to the rest of the riders.
*"Safe journey."
She had her whole team in front of her, all of them trusting her enough to turn their backs to her arrows. Fools, she would often call them in her head yet on the other hand, she had never shared the fact that each and every time her adrenaline started flowing, she had the urge to start blindly shooting off arrows, having to restrain her bloodlust and her thoughts. Hell, sometimes she had to take a moment longer because she wasn't certain that she would shoot the enemy instead of a comrade.
She had been like that since-
Since when?... Something happened some time ago, I lost something didn't I?... I can't remember what. she thought and suddenly she wasn't in the middle of the Silent Plains anymore. She was back to the Anderfels, talking to her long-dead teacher, about the art of marksmanship.
"Ishanni, what separates a great marksman from a legendary one?" he asked as he fixed her grip on the bow. She had no answer for him and honestly, he wasn't expecting one. "It is how many steps ahead he -or she in our case- can predict. Most use a bow in order not to risk melee, be it due to a lack of skill or confidence but the bow isn't as simple as that if you want to bet your life on it, day after day. When you shoot your arrow, witch-born, you need to have already figured out where your next will land and under what circumstances. That's how you become a legendary marksman. Everyone can become a great archer but so few can win a battle before it even starts. You think you can do that, little one?"
She paused for a long moment before locking eyes with him. "I'm gonna do better than that." she simply said before unleashing her arrow and her conscience drawing her back to the battlefield.
Ovra was diving for cover, wanting to avoid the bolts which undoubtedly the riders would send after her. Eirny was also making her move, her magic disorienting most of them for the shortest of moments yet the young Elf hadn't accounted for the last rider who would have clear view of her.
"One for ruin..."
She had the mage in her sights, arrow drawn and ready to pierce her soft-looking skin without any remorse. She had taken aim, the woman's throat would do the trick, she didn't want to risk any sort of last-breath spellcasting. With Ovra having already given her a short window to act on, Erinya had the chance to end this encounter in their favor as that mage was both the leader of that band and its most dangerous member."One for sorrow..."
There was no wind to account for, no breath of air had taken the dust the fallen staff raised, one direction or another. Her arrow would travel to its goal within a fraction of a second, unobstructed. The mage had made a deadly mistake, being so close to potential enemies without any preparations. Her pride caused her death."Always remember..."
Her fingers held the arrow firmly and steadily, bows demanded finesse unlike crossbows. She had done this a million times before and she would probably do it a million more."All Men are hollow."
It took less time for the arrow to fly than a heartbeat. She saw it pierce the right side of her pale neck and throw her off balance towards the left, giving Eirny half a second more to protect herself against the last rider and his crossbow as her falling body would act as cover. It would be all the Elf needed, hopefully. Her gaze was still fixed on the mage's eyes though, filling with shock, her mind still hadn't registered what had happened yet her neck was already painted crimson before she would even touch the barren ground. She would be dead within seconds.
"Dareth shiral." she whispered and pulled another arrow from her quiver. The battle was over, in their favour. All that was left, was making clear that the day was theirs, to the rest of the riders.
*"Safe journey."
I'll be posting tomorrow, most likely. Been a pretty busy weekend.
I'll keep an eye on this.
Keeping an eye on this.
“Don’t engage unless ordered. That means you Garlenn!”
Erinya wouldn't engage, ever, without good reason. But what would make a good reason is a whole different thing to her, it could be a sound or the way her foe blinked, it could be the way a cloud cast its shadow or just her finger being itchy. One of her 21 arrows, of Elvish origin, was already drawn with the unknown mage's throat being its target.
"You so much as hint that you're gonna spellcast..." she whispered from her vantage point, standing further back but a bit higher than the rest of her team which was now surrounding the fallen man. His blood was already relieving the parched earth, he wouldn't live long like this yet Shok was already on top of him, regardless of their little standoff in the middle of nowhere. He trusted them, every single one of them, with his life and Erinya wouldn't be the one to fail him. After all, they had been through way worse. They might be mercenaries and their little band of misfits might not exactly look like battle hardened veterans but they were more than skilled enough, that was certain. And there was trust between them, beyond all differences, there was trust.
She'd be able to take out the mage and maybe one or two of the rest if it came to that before her fellow comrades got in close quarters combat.
"Ma hal, ghilana mir din'an!" * she yelled in Elvish, counting on Aseema and Eirny to let the others know and quietly pick their targets. After all, Erinya recognised the fact that the mage carried Tevinter insignia and the Imperium was infamous for not being accepting towards Elves and pretty much everyone without magical talent or noble origin.
She controlled her breathing and focused on the mage, she knew that the rest of the Oathbreakers would be more than capable of handling these foes.
*"I'll guide the mage to death!"
Erinya wouldn't engage, ever, without good reason. But what would make a good reason is a whole different thing to her, it could be a sound or the way her foe blinked, it could be the way a cloud cast its shadow or just her finger being itchy. One of her 21 arrows, of Elvish origin, was already drawn with the unknown mage's throat being its target.
"You so much as hint that you're gonna spellcast..." she whispered from her vantage point, standing further back but a bit higher than the rest of her team which was now surrounding the fallen man. His blood was already relieving the parched earth, he wouldn't live long like this yet Shok was already on top of him, regardless of their little standoff in the middle of nowhere. He trusted them, every single one of them, with his life and Erinya wouldn't be the one to fail him. After all, they had been through way worse. They might be mercenaries and their little band of misfits might not exactly look like battle hardened veterans but they were more than skilled enough, that was certain. And there was trust between them, beyond all differences, there was trust.
She'd be able to take out the mage and maybe one or two of the rest if it came to that before her fellow comrades got in close quarters combat.
"Ma hal, ghilana mir din'an!" * she yelled in Elvish, counting on Aseema and Eirny to let the others know and quietly pick their targets. After all, Erinya recognised the fact that the mage carried Tevinter insignia and the Imperium was infamous for not being accepting towards Elves and pretty much everyone without magical talent or noble origin.
She controlled her breathing and focused on the mage, she knew that the rest of the Oathbreakers would be more than capable of handling these foes.
*"I'll guide the mage to death!"
I'll work on a post once the weekend arrives.
PSYKER & ORPHAN
Auditorium, Institute HQ
May 12, 5:55am
May 12, 5:55am
"What's this now..." Lilith whispered in awe, the light show going on over everyone's head, having her complete attention. She had read of the Northern lights although, obviously, she had never seen them, in such a way at least.
Hope.
Eve said and smiled, after all, even what could be called a godling, can't escape her humanity.
Let me show you something... she projected in her head, instantly using her ability to take them both under the true Northern lights. It always amazed Lilith, the way Eve and her power functioned. She, herself, didn't yet know just what she could do and it most certainly didn't come without some serious drawbacks but she could see why she didn't want to be put under the effect of drugs.
"Where are we, sweetie?" she said or rather thought and Eve could answer her as if they were having a casual chat.
We are in the far north, we are two hunters, sharing a moment under this same sky, away from Hydra, away from the Institute, away from it all. Eve replied, a hint of longing in her voice.
"What? We're what? Am I- Eve am I a pOLAR BEAR? They're extinct! Is this actually happening? Is it a dream? I still can't figure it out, Eve."
I don't know either, Lily, sometimes I'm the shadow you see in the corner of your eye, sometimes I'm just dreaming, I really can't tell. Sometimes I see things that couldn't possibly be happening in our times, sometimes I don't. Orphan replied bringing them back to the -now- boring and grim auditorium.
Auditorium, Institute HQ
May 12,6:50am
May 12,6:50am
Lilith wasn't feeling anything at all, after the Director's announcements, it wouldn't be her first rodeo and she would swear that he picked her as a failsafe, in case the double-digit pups failed to clear their mission or got in a pinch against the Hunters.
I should have been out in the sewers or against the Colossi, not babysitting... she thought but if she had been honest with herself, the fact that Eve would actually deploy against a Loner of all things, had her shaking.
"I don't think I'm going to die, it wouldn't make sense if I did." Orphan whispered cryptically, as if she had read her mind. To her, actually being deployed had two possible meanings. First, they thought that she'd be forced to show what she could do or second, they hoped that if she died against the Loner, Lilith would grow hateful of Hydra and become a compliant weapon in their arsenal.
"Are you sure you want to do this? You don't have to. I'll finish my mission real fast and I'll go help Group F immediatelly, Eve you can barely function without the added stress of a field op, how could y--"
"I'll survive. Not whole, but I'll survive. I've seen it. Until next time, Lilith, I think it's about time I head to my Gate. I'd wish for good luck but luck is the third biggest lie humanity ever told itself. Second is the supposed kindness of everything Divine and first... well, call me weird but I consider flat pop to be best pop. And for some reason I'm the only one I know who thinks that. Even the voices make fun of me."
With that short monologue, Orphan exited the auditorium, a certain spring in her step that one could call excitement. Psyker on the other hand, wasn't exactly calmed by her words but the exact opposite. Not that she could do much though so she left too, straight to Gate 4, a plan already hatching in her head.
The moment their mission was over, she would go straight to Group F's mission site, a Loner with abilities like hers wouldn't be easy to take down and that damn Director had barely given any raw firepower in that group.
Not gonna leave you by yourself, sweetie. Not a chance, never...
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