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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.
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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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"Wait wha-"
On one hand it did allow her to escape from one of the romantic interests. On the other, this wasn't anything like anything that had happened in the game. Anne certainly hadn't expected Serrica to go dragging her off like this out of the blue. In fact, none of this behavior seemed like the Serrica she knew from the game at all. Just what was going on? Of course it wasn't that Serrica wasn't wealthy and exuberant but...
Maybe she was just imagining it? Maybe it was just because of how things had already shifted?
Anne wasn't certain, and she didn't really know how to handle a girl just dragging her off in the first place.
"Er... er... Marielle," she managed, when Serrica asked her name. It was more then she'd expected to be dealing with from her already, so it took a moment for her to even begin to articulate herself, "A-Anne Marielle, er, I guess we just didn't... run into each other...?"
She was from a minor house, in any case, so the chances of that were exceptionally high.
@Pyromania99
On one hand it did allow her to escape from one of the romantic interests. On the other, this wasn't anything like anything that had happened in the game. Anne certainly hadn't expected Serrica to go dragging her off like this out of the blue. In fact, none of this behavior seemed like the Serrica she knew from the game at all. Just what was going on? Of course it wasn't that Serrica wasn't wealthy and exuberant but...
Maybe she was just imagining it? Maybe it was just because of how things had already shifted?
Anne wasn't certain, and she didn't really know how to handle a girl just dragging her off in the first place.
"Er... er... Marielle," she managed, when Serrica asked her name. It was more then she'd expected to be dealing with from her already, so it took a moment for her to even begin to articulate herself, "A-Anne Marielle, er, I guess we just didn't... run into each other...?"
She was from a minor house, in any case, so the chances of that were exceptionally high.
@Pyromania99
"She should be a lot more aware," complained Fio, her slender legs still kicking irritably as her grip on the pillow tightened, "It's not as if I think she's endangered, but just running off... hmph."
The Sword Witch's irritable huff was followed by her pressing her face into the pillow, only her eyes now visible.
"I go through all that effort, the least she could do is be here to say I did a good job..."
Of course, her voice was so muffled by the pillow it would be very difficult to make out what she was saying in the first place. Indeed, even though she was exhausted, there was no way Fio would let anyone hear her complaining about a lack of praise from the Queen. She was supposed to be verifying if she was even who she said she was in the first place, not complaining about her not being around to praise her. Besides, it wasn't as if she cared in the first place!
She definitely didn't.
Clearly.
When she fell onto her side on the bed, she hugged the pillow even harder. It was as if she was imagining it was Sorcha's head, and she was squeezing it until Sorcha apologized for just disappearing like that.
@Rune_Alchemist
The Sword Witch's irritable huff was followed by her pressing her face into the pillow, only her eyes now visible.
"I go through all that effort, the least she could do is be here to say I did a good job..."
Of course, her voice was so muffled by the pillow it would be very difficult to make out what she was saying in the first place. Indeed, even though she was exhausted, there was no way Fio would let anyone hear her complaining about a lack of praise from the Queen. She was supposed to be verifying if she was even who she said she was in the first place, not complaining about her not being around to praise her. Besides, it wasn't as if she cared in the first place!
She definitely didn't.
Clearly.
When she fell onto her side on the bed, she hugged the pillow even harder. It was as if she was imagining it was Sorcha's head, and she was squeezing it until Sorcha apologized for just disappearing like that.
@Rune_Alchemist
@Vertigo: Possibly, let's see what you come up with.
@Krayzikk: We're definitely still accepting! We'd be happy to have you.
A final shower of needle-like ice materialized in the air before being scattered downwards. Any beasts that were still twitching were pierced dozens of times over by the shards, which promptly shattered on embedding themselves in their bodies.
It was insurance, to guarantee the creatures were dead, and their vile feast ended. Humans were far more useful when kept alive, and blood far more flavorful when given willingly.
... Or perhaps when taken from one who was deservedly terrified.
Regardless, monsters who devoured humans like this were wholly incompatible with the Rime-Winged Vermilion Angel, even before their beastly habits entered into it. A perfectly civilized creature that murdered and consumed uncontrollably would still remain her enemy.
And filth like that didn't need to be getting up and walking around again.
However that was far from the end of it, even if the beasts themselves were decidedly dead or incapable of moving. Wrinkling her nose at their unpleasant odor, Aleksiya approached the damaged door with a frown adorning her youthful features. The small vampire didn't much like what she saw.
It wasn't just that the barricades had been torn away. That would have been dismaying, but not unsurprising.
No, the fact that they had been torn away from the inside was the main point of concern.
"... Strange, isn't it?" she commented, "That the damage to the barricades on this door came from inside the house."
Whatever the implications may be were not completely clear to the diminutive lady, but she didn't like them regardless, a crystalline ice spear forming over her right shoulder, vapor pouring from its glasslike form as she approached the damaged doorway. Naturally, there was no choice but to peak inside.
@Rune_Alchemist@Psyker Landshark@Asuras
It was insurance, to guarantee the creatures were dead, and their vile feast ended. Humans were far more useful when kept alive, and blood far more flavorful when given willingly.
... Or perhaps when taken from one who was deservedly terrified.
Regardless, monsters who devoured humans like this were wholly incompatible with the Rime-Winged Vermilion Angel, even before their beastly habits entered into it. A perfectly civilized creature that murdered and consumed uncontrollably would still remain her enemy.
And filth like that didn't need to be getting up and walking around again.
However that was far from the end of it, even if the beasts themselves were decidedly dead or incapable of moving. Wrinkling her nose at their unpleasant odor, Aleksiya approached the damaged door with a frown adorning her youthful features. The small vampire didn't much like what she saw.
It wasn't just that the barricades had been torn away. That would have been dismaying, but not unsurprising.
No, the fact that they had been torn away from the inside was the main point of concern.
"... Strange, isn't it?" she commented, "That the damage to the barricades on this door came from inside the house."
Whatever the implications may be were not completely clear to the diminutive lady, but she didn't like them regardless, a crystalline ice spear forming over her right shoulder, vapor pouring from its glasslike form as she approached the damaged doorway. Naturally, there was no choice but to peak inside.
@Rune_Alchemist@Psyker Landshark@Asuras
"I can confirm your report, we recorded the spike in the collective unconsciousness," came the immediate response from the man on the other end of the line. Matsuoka Takahiro was considered the 'advisor' for their club, but in reality he was the founder and the reason any of them were there in the first place. Without him, well...
Things would look a lot more grim right now.
Takahiro sighed heavily after a moment, "Gotoh Yuzu-san, you said? If you can, it'd be the best if you can stay with her. Shiratori-kun just reported that she spotted another student during the transition, and Taniguchi-kun is tracking the signals of at least four more. Do you understand what that means, Nakano-kun?"
It didn't need to be said. The fact that they were able to detect the signals of that many people meant that they were in immediate danger.
But it also meant they'd already found them before they were pulled to the other side.
That meant this was an unprecedented opportunity to stop anyone from dying tonight.
For Gotoh Yuzu, even though everything looked normal... Perhaps she would notice it.
The faintest beating, still lingering in her ears, seeming to come from no-where.
@Pitsuji@Psyker Landshark
"Hey, you're Nozaki-kun, right?"
Given what he'd just experienced, the sudden voice from behind him was probably not the most welcome experience.
But if he turned to see who it was, he would be greeted by a somewhat unexpected sight.
The pigtailed head of Shiratori Naoko leaned into view.
"You are, right? Nozaki Chise?" she repeated, taking a step forward. Shiratori Naoko was a relatively popular girl, due to her looks(sometimes referred to as doll-like), her fashion sense, and her fairly diligent and sociable behavior. She wasn't among the top most popular girls in the school, nor did she have a good reputation with everyone(such a thing was impossible even for the most popular student in any school, let alone someone like Shiratori), but it was enough that it would be something of a surprise when she approached a fellow student seemingly at random.
"It looked like you kind of zoned out, are you okay?" she asked, cocking her head to one side.
And indeed, Chise would feel fine.
... Aside from the distant beating that still seemed to accompany him.
@Bartimaeus
Indeed, everyone who had just experienced the bizarre otherworldly look into what seemed to be a nightmare realm would still be sensing a strange heatbeat-like sound on the very edge of their hearing.
Perhaps, in their distracted state, they'd find themselves running into one another...
@AThousandCurses@hatakekuro@DarckLeon
Things would look a lot more grim right now.
Takahiro sighed heavily after a moment, "Gotoh Yuzu-san, you said? If you can, it'd be the best if you can stay with her. Shiratori-kun just reported that she spotted another student during the transition, and Taniguchi-kun is tracking the signals of at least four more. Do you understand what that means, Nakano-kun?"
It didn't need to be said. The fact that they were able to detect the signals of that many people meant that they were in immediate danger.
But it also meant they'd already found them before they were pulled to the other side.
That meant this was an unprecedented opportunity to stop anyone from dying tonight.
For Gotoh Yuzu, even though everything looked normal... Perhaps she would notice it.
The faintest beating, still lingering in her ears, seeming to come from no-where.
@Pitsuji@Psyker Landshark
"Hey, you're Nozaki-kun, right?"
Given what he'd just experienced, the sudden voice from behind him was probably not the most welcome experience.
But if he turned to see who it was, he would be greeted by a somewhat unexpected sight.
The pigtailed head of Shiratori Naoko leaned into view.
"You are, right? Nozaki Chise?" she repeated, taking a step forward. Shiratori Naoko was a relatively popular girl, due to her looks(sometimes referred to as doll-like), her fashion sense, and her fairly diligent and sociable behavior. She wasn't among the top most popular girls in the school, nor did she have a good reputation with everyone(such a thing was impossible even for the most popular student in any school, let alone someone like Shiratori), but it was enough that it would be something of a surprise when she approached a fellow student seemingly at random.
"It looked like you kind of zoned out, are you okay?" she asked, cocking her head to one side.
And indeed, Chise would feel fine.
... Aside from the distant beating that still seemed to accompany him.
@Bartimaeus
Indeed, everyone who had just experienced the bizarre otherworldly look into what seemed to be a nightmare realm would still be sensing a strange heatbeat-like sound on the very edge of their hearing.
Perhaps, in their distracted state, they'd find themselves running into one another...
@AThousandCurses@hatakekuro@DarckLeon
Steel flashed. The blessed weapons that had been taken from the tomb of Fleuri's forefathers proved especially destructive, undead crumpling, burning with each strike. Even glancing blows were proven effective, their decrepit flesh burning away, bodies collapsing. Unlike the fires of simply enchanted weapons, the divine solar flames of Reon-blessed weaponry were red-gold in color, and made short work of the undead they fell upon.
The own blade finely-crafted but lacking such enhancements, Fanilly stuck to aiming for the head, hewing it from the shoulders of another undead. The head, the limbs, those were the best targets to strike on an undead without the advantage of a blessed weapon.
And it seemed her knights were well aware of this fact. However, the orders one of her very own knights had issued... had she made a mistake in not being more explicit? She had assumed such enemies, as foul as the were, would be best dealt with by allowing the knights to perform their work swiftly and without much interference. But was that the wrong approach?
The legs cut out from one undead, and then its head slice from its neck.
It was among the last that fell in the entrance chamber to the mausoleum.
Fanilly inhaled deeply, straightening as she regarded the aftermath of the battle. The corpses were dry, those that were not burning away into ash didn't shed any blood.
"There is surely much worse awaiting us below," she began, looking back over her shoulder towards the others as she began to approach the stairs, "Not to mention the conspirators themselves. While they're outnumbered, a necromancer and a lightning witch are-"
The gleam of silver light suddenly exploded from the darkness ahead of her. It was only in the scant seconds that Fanilly found herself even aware of the incoming blow, only notified by the sound of rattling plate armor, that she was able to throw herself just out of the range of the glowing axe as it slammed to the stone floor below.
Hitting the ground a meter away, she stumbled back to her feet just in time to witness the edge of the axe blow brilliantly and explode, obliterating the stone beneath it and leaving behind a smoking crater.
The axe raised from the floor, its handled gripped in two armored hands, alight with runic inscriptions.
The weapon was wielded by a tall, broad figure, clad head to toe in elaborately-carved, rune-inscribed plate armor. The carvings were unlike those Fanilly was familiar with. Some were horned, grimacing faces, others ghoulish beasts.
A long beard hung from a shadowed face beneath the helmet.
So this was one of the conspirators.
"Iron Roses," even as her heart hammered in her chest, the man taking one step forward, Fanilly had to keep their mission in mind, "Keep him preoccupied, prevent him from barring the way forward. I will take the remainder of our forces deeper into the mausoleum."
She had to remain calm. To think clearly. If they wanted to end this, to cut the enemy down here, and to save the hostage, they couldn't allow themselves to be caught up here.
They outnumbered him, but the enchanted nature of his equipment was obvious. Still, he was only one man.
And they had to push deeper!
@Creative Chaos@Rune_Alchemist@Saiyan@Crimson Paladin@Psychic Loser@VahkiDane@HereComesTheSnow
Elisandre's voice, when she spoke, was filled with relief. It was clear she was desperate to find something normal, something commonplace, to talk about.
"Ah, well, y-you see," she began, taking a deep breath, "Sir Arsene might not have seemed very important in some ways, but I think he got so much focus because of the hundi reverence for the concept of the Knight Errant. Besides, he did play a big part in helping when Brigitte and Chantilly got attacked by Rozenalt and the Redmarch Knights outside of Hervard's Glen, and I loved his relationship with young Lord Regis!
Her attention shifted to Sir Fionn.
"I'd definitely recommend it!"
While her grip on the book still seemed somewhat tighter then it should have needed to be, at the same time the First Princess was speaking quite freely. It seemed talking about literature was a passionate subject for her, and thus would serve as an effective distraction. Fireheart was a standalone novel, of course, but characters such as Bloody Lord Rozenalt and the Redmarch Knights were popular antagonists who appeared frequently in folklore and myth. The same could be said of the Midnight Hunt, or the mysterious Wyzal.
When what appeared to be another child sat down in front of her, Princess Maletha shifted awkwardly, still holding the plush dragon tightly for a few moments before deciding to speak.
"Um, it's... h-he's... he's Thrinax," she said, after a few moments, nestling her chin against the stuffed dragon's head, "Like the one from the story with P-Prince Erion."
Prince Erion, the Last Prince of Talderia, was another figure often mythologized. Some stories, such as the founding of the Erion Knights and their Fortresses of Caron Lyn and Erhan Lyn outside the Black Pit, were definitely true. Others were less likely to be so. The truth of his friendship with the prideful Thrinax was difficult to verify, but a dragon with that name did once exist, and possibly still did somewhere in the world.
Given the dragon's noble heart beneath his arrogant exterior, perhaps there was no surprise the shy Second Princess would name her plush toy after him.
"U-um, do you have any friends like Thrinax...?"
@Psyker Landshark@Raineh Daze@The Otter
The own blade finely-crafted but lacking such enhancements, Fanilly stuck to aiming for the head, hewing it from the shoulders of another undead. The head, the limbs, those were the best targets to strike on an undead without the advantage of a blessed weapon.
And it seemed her knights were well aware of this fact. However, the orders one of her very own knights had issued... had she made a mistake in not being more explicit? She had assumed such enemies, as foul as the were, would be best dealt with by allowing the knights to perform their work swiftly and without much interference. But was that the wrong approach?
The legs cut out from one undead, and then its head slice from its neck.
It was among the last that fell in the entrance chamber to the mausoleum.
Fanilly inhaled deeply, straightening as she regarded the aftermath of the battle. The corpses were dry, those that were not burning away into ash didn't shed any blood.
"There is surely much worse awaiting us below," she began, looking back over her shoulder towards the others as she began to approach the stairs, "Not to mention the conspirators themselves. While they're outnumbered, a necromancer and a lightning witch are-"
The gleam of silver light suddenly exploded from the darkness ahead of her. It was only in the scant seconds that Fanilly found herself even aware of the incoming blow, only notified by the sound of rattling plate armor, that she was able to throw herself just out of the range of the glowing axe as it slammed to the stone floor below.
Hitting the ground a meter away, she stumbled back to her feet just in time to witness the edge of the axe blow brilliantly and explode, obliterating the stone beneath it and leaving behind a smoking crater.
The axe raised from the floor, its handled gripped in two armored hands, alight with runic inscriptions.
The weapon was wielded by a tall, broad figure, clad head to toe in elaborately-carved, rune-inscribed plate armor. The carvings were unlike those Fanilly was familiar with. Some were horned, grimacing faces, others ghoulish beasts.
A long beard hung from a shadowed face beneath the helmet.
So this was one of the conspirators.
"Iron Roses," even as her heart hammered in her chest, the man taking one step forward, Fanilly had to keep their mission in mind, "Keep him preoccupied, prevent him from barring the way forward. I will take the remainder of our forces deeper into the mausoleum."
She had to remain calm. To think clearly. If they wanted to end this, to cut the enemy down here, and to save the hostage, they couldn't allow themselves to be caught up here.
They outnumbered him, but the enchanted nature of his equipment was obvious. Still, he was only one man.
And they had to push deeper!
@Creative Chaos@Rune_Alchemist@Saiyan@Crimson Paladin@Psychic Loser@VahkiDane@HereComesTheSnow
Elisandre's voice, when she spoke, was filled with relief. It was clear she was desperate to find something normal, something commonplace, to talk about.
"Ah, well, y-you see," she began, taking a deep breath, "Sir Arsene might not have seemed very important in some ways, but I think he got so much focus because of the hundi reverence for the concept of the Knight Errant. Besides, he did play a big part in helping when Brigitte and Chantilly got attacked by Rozenalt and the Redmarch Knights outside of Hervard's Glen, and I loved his relationship with young Lord Regis!
Her attention shifted to Sir Fionn.
"I'd definitely recommend it!"
While her grip on the book still seemed somewhat tighter then it should have needed to be, at the same time the First Princess was speaking quite freely. It seemed talking about literature was a passionate subject for her, and thus would serve as an effective distraction. Fireheart was a standalone novel, of course, but characters such as Bloody Lord Rozenalt and the Redmarch Knights were popular antagonists who appeared frequently in folklore and myth. The same could be said of the Midnight Hunt, or the mysterious Wyzal.
When what appeared to be another child sat down in front of her, Princess Maletha shifted awkwardly, still holding the plush dragon tightly for a few moments before deciding to speak.
"Um, it's... h-he's... he's Thrinax," she said, after a few moments, nestling her chin against the stuffed dragon's head, "Like the one from the story with P-Prince Erion."
Prince Erion, the Last Prince of Talderia, was another figure often mythologized. Some stories, such as the founding of the Erion Knights and their Fortresses of Caron Lyn and Erhan Lyn outside the Black Pit, were definitely true. Others were less likely to be so. The truth of his friendship with the prideful Thrinax was difficult to verify, but a dragon with that name did once exist, and possibly still did somewhere in the world.
Given the dragon's noble heart beneath his arrogant exterior, perhaps there was no surprise the shy Second Princess would name her plush toy after him.
"U-um, do you have any friends like Thrinax...?"
@Psyker Landshark@Raineh Daze@The Otter
For a few moments, Fio said nothing.
Of course she was a little concerned about the Queen's absence, but given how tired she was and what she'd just experience, the chief emotion she was now experiencing was annoyance above all else.
Well, if she wasn't going to be here, then she could hardly complain when Fio marched over to the bed, grabbed one of her pillows, and say down, angrily hugging it against her chest.
"Hmph," she let out a huff, her feet kicking back and forth irritably, "I go through all that effort and collect information we probably wouldn't have gotten any other way, and she can't even be here to hear it? That's not very royal behavior at all."
Struggling in the mud and dealing with Cethlann's attitude, and now she couldn't even divulge her findings until Sorcha decided she felt like staying around?
The pillow was squeezed tighter, Fio's feet kicking faster with her irritation.
Of course. Of course she had to leave. At this point the Sword Witch was certain that the queen was completely fine, but now of all times, when she was this tired, when she was this annoyed, when she had to finish up dealing with all that, she couldn't even share what she'd worked so hard to earn.
"Hmph."
@Rune_Alchemist
Of course she was a little concerned about the Queen's absence, but given how tired she was and what she'd just experience, the chief emotion she was now experiencing was annoyance above all else.
Well, if she wasn't going to be here, then she could hardly complain when Fio marched over to the bed, grabbed one of her pillows, and say down, angrily hugging it against her chest.
"Hmph," she let out a huff, her feet kicking back and forth irritably, "I go through all that effort and collect information we probably wouldn't have gotten any other way, and she can't even be here to hear it? That's not very royal behavior at all."
Struggling in the mud and dealing with Cethlann's attitude, and now she couldn't even divulge her findings until Sorcha decided she felt like staying around?
The pillow was squeezed tighter, Fio's feet kicking faster with her irritation.
Of course. Of course she had to leave. At this point the Sword Witch was certain that the queen was completely fine, but now of all times, when she was this tired, when she was this annoyed, when she had to finish up dealing with all that, she couldn't even share what she'd worked so hard to earn.
"Hmph."
@Rune_Alchemist
The humans were frightened. Not just of the beasts, but of their saviors as well.
Aleksiya sighed heavily, her small shoulders sagging. She supposed that she couldn't entirely blame them, given they'd likely never seen anything like this before.
Still, she was far more suited to praise then fear, even if being feared as still entertaining.
"If you make your way back up the tunnel, your people are waiting for you," she said, addressing the villagers for a moment, "Please do hurry, I'm sure there are many who would be glad to see you safe."
She gave a smile to the youngest of them, though she was sure their eyes were hidden. She enjoyed holding sway over others, certainly, but the moment called for a gentler touch.
With that, the diminutive vampire proceeded down the tunnel after her allies.
Beasts. Gruesome, unpleasant, murderous beasts.
Vile, stinking, uncouth monsters.
From where did they come from? Ideally, they would discover that soon enough and be able to strike a far greater blow then this against the filthy creatures.
For the moment...
The sight of the dead villagers was dismaying, but at least Dragan offered them a chance at posthumous revenge.
"There's far too much garbage here, isn't there?" she commented idly, as the temperature of the air around her dropped, a cold mist forming seemingly spontaneously as she directed her power. Several spheres of ice formed, their shapes perfectly circular, each as big as a grown man's fist. When they were finished, there were four in total.
The beasts wouldn't be able to see this coming, not when they were so distracted.
Smirking, her tongue protruding from her lips in a playful fashion, the small blonde girl pointed as the balls of ice suddenly began to spin rapidly in place, so swiftly that their surfaces became a blur of blue-white.
Then they were unleashed, ripping through the air so swiftly they could barely be seen, targeting heads and torsos of the nearest of their abominable foes.
@Rune_Alchemist@Psyker Landshark@Asuras
Aleksiya sighed heavily, her small shoulders sagging. She supposed that she couldn't entirely blame them, given they'd likely never seen anything like this before.
Still, she was far more suited to praise then fear, even if being feared as still entertaining.
"If you make your way back up the tunnel, your people are waiting for you," she said, addressing the villagers for a moment, "Please do hurry, I'm sure there are many who would be glad to see you safe."
She gave a smile to the youngest of them, though she was sure their eyes were hidden. She enjoyed holding sway over others, certainly, but the moment called for a gentler touch.
With that, the diminutive vampire proceeded down the tunnel after her allies.
Beasts. Gruesome, unpleasant, murderous beasts.
Vile, stinking, uncouth monsters.
From where did they come from? Ideally, they would discover that soon enough and be able to strike a far greater blow then this against the filthy creatures.
For the moment...
The sight of the dead villagers was dismaying, but at least Dragan offered them a chance at posthumous revenge.
"There's far too much garbage here, isn't there?" she commented idly, as the temperature of the air around her dropped, a cold mist forming seemingly spontaneously as she directed her power. Several spheres of ice formed, their shapes perfectly circular, each as big as a grown man's fist. When they were finished, there were four in total.
The beasts wouldn't be able to see this coming, not when they were so distracted.
Smirking, her tongue protruding from her lips in a playful fashion, the small blonde girl pointed as the balls of ice suddenly began to spin rapidly in place, so swiftly that their surfaces became a blur of blue-white.
Then they were unleashed, ripping through the air so swiftly they could barely be seen, targeting heads and torsos of the nearest of their abominable foes.
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