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I think watching fight scenes can help in general terms with writing combat, since it can give you an idea of flow and choreography.
2 yrs ago
At least if you're writing something you know, with knights.
2 yrs ago
I mean, depends on what you're writing, and the tone and theme of what you're writing. Trained armored knights were legitimately monstrous on the battlefield, so looking up how they fought helps.
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It could be said that today was the result of a thousand little miracles. The training of these students, the successful development of VBS-108, a myriad of different factors had lead to today.
Others would reject such a description and instead insist that it was the product of rigorous planning.
Perhaps it was a mixture of both.
Regardless of the cause, today was an important day.
The latest batch of recruits to the Red Demons were about to formally enter the corps. To that end, they had been informed to assemble outside of the Military Science and Research Facility. Across from the educational district, surrounded by repaired buildings repurposed for live-fire exercises, or other military purposes.
This building was the one that housed the research and development of new Crimson Arms.
The one that ever Red Demon obtained their weapon from. Due to their incredibly high aptitude for Crimson Arms, they were granted the opportunity to choose their own high-performance weapon, weapons that many soldiers would simply be unable to safely operate.
In spite of this purpose, the building itself looked rather tame. White, with no windows visible from the outside, but surrounded with shrubs and other plants to make it look a bit more pleasant.
Supposedly, the gardens had been suggested by a certain prodigy scientist.
Regardless, this was where the gaggle of new recruits had been told to assemble.
They didn't have to wait very long.
Emerging from the main doorway of the man doorway was a tall, handsome, black-haired man with dark green eyes. He was clad in a black and red military uniform, a sword sheathed at his side as he approached the collected recruits, a black cape hanging from one shoulder.
He came to a halt ahead of them.
They, of course, would recognize him as Commander of the Red Demons, Nishimura Daisuke.
"Recruits, you already know why you're here," he began, his rather deep voice booming across the yard, "Because of your high aptitude, you've been selected to join the Red Demons. This isn't an opportunity that many people get, so I trust you all know what that means?"
The expectations placed upon Red Demons were high, after all. Throwing the opportunity away with poor conduct... it wasn't going to be treated kindly, to say the least.
"I hope you've all been getting to know one another," he continued, "But for now, follow me."
He turned on his heel, not waiting to confirm he was being followed. He simply expected them to listen, as he opened the doors inside and began to lead the new recruits down the brightly-lit, clinical halls, deeper into the facility...
For now, the recruits had the opportunity to talk.
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Others would reject such a description and instead insist that it was the product of rigorous planning.
Perhaps it was a mixture of both.
Regardless of the cause, today was an important day.
The latest batch of recruits to the Red Demons were about to formally enter the corps. To that end, they had been informed to assemble outside of the Military Science and Research Facility. Across from the educational district, surrounded by repaired buildings repurposed for live-fire exercises, or other military purposes.
This building was the one that housed the research and development of new Crimson Arms.
The one that ever Red Demon obtained their weapon from. Due to their incredibly high aptitude for Crimson Arms, they were granted the opportunity to choose their own high-performance weapon, weapons that many soldiers would simply be unable to safely operate.
In spite of this purpose, the building itself looked rather tame. White, with no windows visible from the outside, but surrounded with shrubs and other plants to make it look a bit more pleasant.
Supposedly, the gardens had been suggested by a certain prodigy scientist.
Regardless, this was where the gaggle of new recruits had been told to assemble.
They didn't have to wait very long.
Emerging from the main doorway of the man doorway was a tall, handsome, black-haired man with dark green eyes. He was clad in a black and red military uniform, a sword sheathed at his side as he approached the collected recruits, a black cape hanging from one shoulder.
He came to a halt ahead of them.
They, of course, would recognize him as Commander of the Red Demons, Nishimura Daisuke.
"Recruits, you already know why you're here," he began, his rather deep voice booming across the yard, "Because of your high aptitude, you've been selected to join the Red Demons. This isn't an opportunity that many people get, so I trust you all know what that means?"
The expectations placed upon Red Demons were high, after all. Throwing the opportunity away with poor conduct... it wasn't going to be treated kindly, to say the least.
"I hope you've all been getting to know one another," he continued, "But for now, follow me."
He turned on his heel, not waiting to confirm he was being followed. He simply expected them to listen, as he opened the doors inside and began to lead the new recruits down the brightly-lit, clinical halls, deeper into the facility...
For now, the recruits had the opportunity to talk.
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Hey, I have to apologize, I'm having awful writer's block on how to start this. I'm going to have to delay until tomorrow at this rate, I seriously just cannot get anything out even if I have a general idea about how I want it to begin.
Sorry, I feel really bad over this.
Sorry, I feel really bad over this.
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Hey, just an update to remind everyone I haven't forgotten my promise!
I plan to start today! I have been busier then expected recently so it's been a little delayed but that shouldn't be an issue for much longer!
I plan to start today! I have been busier then expected recently so it's been a little delayed but that shouldn't be an issue for much longer!
"My home... is quite a distant place, but I have to be honest," Nobunaga began. She didn't want to become too bogged down in attempting to explain somewhere that didn't yet exist in this world. Rather... it was far more pertinent to learn more about the world they have arrived in. A plan for how to move forward had begun to construct itself in Nobunaga's mind the moment that they encountered a native human. Or, at least outwardly human. Regardless, she seemed to think and behave in a manner expected of a human being. Therefore...
Well, she needed to learn more before she could really put her plan into action.
"I must admit being in a new land, I'm quite curious about my new surroundings. I have never been in such a place, you see," she continued, technically speaking the truth. This place didn't seem quite like anywhere in Japan, after all. Certainly the weather was far colder then the typical winter.
"You say very little happens around here, then?"
It was just the start. She didn't want to jump too quickly into asking if the village had any struggles it was dealing with, after all.
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Well, she needed to learn more before she could really put her plan into action.
"I must admit being in a new land, I'm quite curious about my new surroundings. I have never been in such a place, you see," she continued, technically speaking the truth. This place didn't seem quite like anywhere in Japan, after all. Certainly the weather was far colder then the typical winter.
"You say very little happens around here, then?"
It was just the start. She didn't want to jump too quickly into asking if the village had any struggles it was dealing with, after all.
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Blaaah that felt rushed, sorry.
I legitimately didn't expect anyone to break the gem, so uh, that'll be interesting down the road.
I legitimately didn't expect anyone to break the gem, so uh, that'll be interesting down the road.
When Gerard crushed the gem, it would be quite surprising that it gave way almost immediately. Almost like it was meant to break...
The following, faint, feminine laughter was likely quite concerning too... but nothing came after it. At least, for now.
Fanilly ran into another skeleton as she sprinted down the stairs. But this time, before it could even raise its weapon, she immediately ducked and ran into it full-force with her shoulder! While skeletons were difficult to harm permanently without a heavy weapon, that didn't mean they were very stable!
The little nem was at her side, the lowest chamber of the crypt was ahead, all they needed was-
Suddenly the nem gripped her arm and pulled back, as hard as she could.
"Vosahnn? Wha-"
There was an earsplitting crack, and a bolt of electricity suddenly tore through the air just ahead of her, from the chamber below.
"Haaa? Someone got all the way down here?" a rather harsh female voice called from inside? "Mayon's tits, what are we even paying those bastards for? Yeesh... Ah damn, can you stop holding her by the neck at least, you freak?"
"You choose now to question my methods?" a calm male voice responded.
"I've been doing a whole lot of questioning this whole time."
Fanilly took a deep breath. She could judge that the female voice was likely the source of the lightning, thus indicating she was a mage. And the calm male voice... did he have Vosahnn's sister?
She had to move forward.
Taking a deep breath, Fanilly broke into a sprint, and was immediately in the light of the bottom chamber!
Before her were two figures. One was a woman, young but certainly older then Fanilly herself, with silvery-white practically standing directly up, her eyes bright blue.
The other was a man. In front of him were eight skeletons, these ones still bearing armor. His features were obscured by a white mask with two shadowed eyeholes and no other features, his body concealed in a heavy cloak.
Fanilly could see him toss a girl of around Vosahnn's size and shape behind him.
"In the name of the Throne, surrender immediately," Fanilly ordered, straightening, her longsword raised. She would give them the chance. But that was it. If they killed Vosahnn's sister, they would lose what little leverage they had, but now...
A circle of blue light ignited around the mage woman's fingertips.
"That's real brave of you, but pretty damn foolish, y'know?" she commented.
But Fanilly wasn't alone... they could do it!
This, the vampire wasn't prepared for.
Damon Cal let out a hiss, air passing through his teeth as he was forced to try and deflect the water with his arm, ceasing to tug Jarde closer. Even he couldn't ignore the facefull of Reon's opinion of the undead.
This is when Jarde's sword buried itself in his palm, erupting from the other side in a spurt of blood. Holy water still sizzling on his skin, the vampire stepped back, his words practically a growl.
"Clever! Clever! Far more clever!"
The window of action was tight, as he whipped his hand free of Jarde's blade, the blood condensing into what almost appeared to be a spike. But he was hurt, he was on his back foot. If someone could strike him the moment before he attacked...!
For a few moments, the Princess's room was filled with silence, and no small number of blank stares.
But then...
The princess herself stifled a giggle. Ah... while she didn't necessarily agree with all of the opinions he'd expressed, this knight...!
"Ah, ah, you know... I always found the Chorus of Ingvarr so strange," she commented, once she had recovered from her fit of giggles, "I understand it was meant to be a humorous interlude after the deadly serious encounter with Advard, but still... singing about breasts like that... how bawdy! Ah, I wonder if the Ingvarr do truly sing songs like that..."
She'd never actually met one of their number, the horned people of the far north known for their incredible strength and combat abilities. She knew they associated with the northmen as well, but beyond that... well, the Princess simply hadn't learned much of them.
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The following, faint, feminine laughter was likely quite concerning too... but nothing came after it. At least, for now.
Fanilly ran into another skeleton as she sprinted down the stairs. But this time, before it could even raise its weapon, she immediately ducked and ran into it full-force with her shoulder! While skeletons were difficult to harm permanently without a heavy weapon, that didn't mean they were very stable!
The little nem was at her side, the lowest chamber of the crypt was ahead, all they needed was-
Suddenly the nem gripped her arm and pulled back, as hard as she could.
"Vosahnn? Wha-"
There was an earsplitting crack, and a bolt of electricity suddenly tore through the air just ahead of her, from the chamber below.
"Haaa? Someone got all the way down here?" a rather harsh female voice called from inside? "Mayon's tits, what are we even paying those bastards for? Yeesh... Ah damn, can you stop holding her by the neck at least, you freak?"
"You choose now to question my methods?" a calm male voice responded.
"I've been doing a whole lot of questioning this whole time."
Fanilly took a deep breath. She could judge that the female voice was likely the source of the lightning, thus indicating she was a mage. And the calm male voice... did he have Vosahnn's sister?
She had to move forward.
Taking a deep breath, Fanilly broke into a sprint, and was immediately in the light of the bottom chamber!
Before her were two figures. One was a woman, young but certainly older then Fanilly herself, with silvery-white practically standing directly up, her eyes bright blue.
The other was a man. In front of him were eight skeletons, these ones still bearing armor. His features were obscured by a white mask with two shadowed eyeholes and no other features, his body concealed in a heavy cloak.
Fanilly could see him toss a girl of around Vosahnn's size and shape behind him.
"In the name of the Throne, surrender immediately," Fanilly ordered, straightening, her longsword raised. She would give them the chance. But that was it. If they killed Vosahnn's sister, they would lose what little leverage they had, but now...
A circle of blue light ignited around the mage woman's fingertips.
"That's real brave of you, but pretty damn foolish, y'know?" she commented.
But Fanilly wasn't alone... they could do it!
This, the vampire wasn't prepared for.
Damon Cal let out a hiss, air passing through his teeth as he was forced to try and deflect the water with his arm, ceasing to tug Jarde closer. Even he couldn't ignore the facefull of Reon's opinion of the undead.
This is when Jarde's sword buried itself in his palm, erupting from the other side in a spurt of blood. Holy water still sizzling on his skin, the vampire stepped back, his words practically a growl.
"Clever! Clever! Far more clever!"
The window of action was tight, as he whipped his hand free of Jarde's blade, the blood condensing into what almost appeared to be a spike. But he was hurt, he was on his back foot. If someone could strike him the moment before he attacked...!
For a few moments, the Princess's room was filled with silence, and no small number of blank stares.
But then...
The princess herself stifled a giggle. Ah... while she didn't necessarily agree with all of the opinions he'd expressed, this knight...!
"Ah, ah, you know... I always found the Chorus of Ingvarr so strange," she commented, once she had recovered from her fit of giggles, "I understand it was meant to be a humorous interlude after the deadly serious encounter with Advard, but still... singing about breasts like that... how bawdy! Ah, I wonder if the Ingvarr do truly sing songs like that..."
She'd never actually met one of their number, the horned people of the far north known for their incredible strength and combat abilities. She knew they associated with the northmen as well, but beyond that... well, the Princess simply hadn't learned much of them.
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@GingerBoi123: Yep, he is.
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@GingerBoi123: That looks much better.
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