@Sanity43217: Oh my god you've been so patient I am so sorry.
After a quick look I think he's good to go. So, so sorry for how long this took.
After a quick look I think he's good to go. So, so sorry for how long this took.
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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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The little girl started in confusion, slowly glancing over her shoulder. What was everyone looking at?
She didn't understand.
But then, suddenly, the back of her tanktop bulged. Her eyes widened in shock and fear, something surging from beneath her clothing. It was a slimey, amorphous thing, two eyes flowing up is jel-like form and fixing on the surrounding operatives, glancing back and forth before it produced a single long gelatinous arm.
"Tch, and I thought getting away from that monster was hard enough already," came a rough, masculine voice from the oozing, amorphous demon. When the girl let out a cry of fright, its gooey limb suddenly sharpened into a point, directly aiming towards her throat.
"Alright, demon hunters. Let's make a deal," the creature said, "You let me go, and I don't spill her blood all over this shop. Got it?"
The gel-like demon's shape bulged out from behind the girl, seething and twisting. If not for the child's presence, it likely would have been an easy target.
But that was certainly what it was counting on, one of its drifting eyes looking behind it as the other fixed forward.
@Raineh Daze@Rune_Alchemist@RolePlayerRoxas@Quartz@Emeth@LuckyBlackCat
She didn't understand.
But then, suddenly, the back of her tanktop bulged. Her eyes widened in shock and fear, something surging from beneath her clothing. It was a slimey, amorphous thing, two eyes flowing up is jel-like form and fixing on the surrounding operatives, glancing back and forth before it produced a single long gelatinous arm.
"Tch, and I thought getting away from that monster was hard enough already," came a rough, masculine voice from the oozing, amorphous demon. When the girl let out a cry of fright, its gooey limb suddenly sharpened into a point, directly aiming towards her throat.
"Alright, demon hunters. Let's make a deal," the creature said, "You let me go, and I don't spill her blood all over this shop. Got it?"
The gel-like demon's shape bulged out from behind the girl, seething and twisting. If not for the child's presence, it likely would have been an easy target.
But that was certainly what it was counting on, one of its drifting eyes looking behind it as the other fixed forward.
@Raineh Daze@Rune_Alchemist@RolePlayerRoxas@Quartz@Emeth@LuckyBlackCat
Another heavy crunch.
Before the Raven Heralds could retreat, another of their number fell, the hammer having shattered the bones in the soldier's neck and caved in his skull through his helmet.
Silva lowered her hammer, then faded, the crimson-white orb of light that constituted the forms of Lily's friends when they chose to be dormant.
Lily's heartbeat stopped hammering quite so quickly, now that the immediate danger was gone. But she was surprised when the Umbral Knight chose to manifest once more, turning to address the assembled outsiders as they did.
"Those 'Raven Heralds'... they're returning to these childrens' village, aren't they?" the knight commented.
Lily stared for a moment, then quickly realized what this meant. If the enemy soldiers were so determined to hurt the siblings, then that meant wherever they came from was in just as much danger.
Her eyes traveled over the corpses left behind by the brief clash for a moment. Realizing where she was looking, the Umbral Knight quietly moved to interpose themselves between Lily and the scattered bodies.
"... It's your decision, Lily," they said, gently, kneeling beside her, "There's no need to push yourself."
It wasn't as if she hadn't seen dead bodies before. She'd seen plenty, even if the Umbral Knight didn't think she needed to see any more.
No, more than anything else, she wanted to keep helping the siblings.
Her gaze traveled back up to the Umbral Knight, and she nodded.
She'd seen far too much destruction to let it happen if there was still a chance of stopping it.
"Very well," responded the Umbral Knight, rising to their feet once again.
"We've ensured their survival, but to ensure they have somewhere to return to, we have to give chase," the Umbral Knight addressed the others, "Will anyone else accompany us?"
@PKMNB0Y@DracoLunaris@EchoWolff@Crimson Flame@Lugubrious@Drifting Pollen@Raineh Daze
Before the Raven Heralds could retreat, another of their number fell, the hammer having shattered the bones in the soldier's neck and caved in his skull through his helmet.
Silva lowered her hammer, then faded, the crimson-white orb of light that constituted the forms of Lily's friends when they chose to be dormant.
Lily's heartbeat stopped hammering quite so quickly, now that the immediate danger was gone. But she was surprised when the Umbral Knight chose to manifest once more, turning to address the assembled outsiders as they did.
"Those 'Raven Heralds'... they're returning to these childrens' village, aren't they?" the knight commented.
Lily stared for a moment, then quickly realized what this meant. If the enemy soldiers were so determined to hurt the siblings, then that meant wherever they came from was in just as much danger.
Her eyes traveled over the corpses left behind by the brief clash for a moment. Realizing where she was looking, the Umbral Knight quietly moved to interpose themselves between Lily and the scattered bodies.
"... It's your decision, Lily," they said, gently, kneeling beside her, "There's no need to push yourself."
It wasn't as if she hadn't seen dead bodies before. She'd seen plenty, even if the Umbral Knight didn't think she needed to see any more.
No, more than anything else, she wanted to keep helping the siblings.
Her gaze traveled back up to the Umbral Knight, and she nodded.
She'd seen far too much destruction to let it happen if there was still a chance of stopping it.
"Very well," responded the Umbral Knight, rising to their feet once again.
"We've ensured their survival, but to ensure they have somewhere to return to, we have to give chase," the Umbral Knight addressed the others, "Will anyone else accompany us?"
@PKMNB0Y@DracoLunaris@EchoWolff@Crimson Flame@Lugubrious@Drifting Pollen@Raineh Daze
She couldn't believe her eyes.
But there was no denying it.
Of course, it wasn't as if she was unaware of the process through which fossil Pokemon could be revived as living examples of their species. It wasn't exactly a common, everyday thing, but no-one with any knowledge of extinct Pokemon would be unaware of the fact it was a possibility.
Still, knowledge of the process and actually seeing it were two different things entirely.
Beyond that, not just seeing one alive, but also... also...
This Tyrunt was hers! It was her partner!
Sophie thought she'd never have a Pokemon of her own, even when her health had reached a point where it was at least likely she'd have a normal lifespan. And certainly, she was aware that she'd have a Pokemon after she was approved to be part of this project, but knowing it was going to happen and the actual experience were entirely different.
On top of that, the fact it's a Tyrunt...!
As soon as she'd actually gotten her into the Pokeball, she immediately let her back out again. It was for the best, really, not just because she wanted to get a good look at a living, breathing Tyrunt, but also because the aforementioned Pokemon seemed quite miffed about being put inside a Pokeball in the first place.
She'd have to think of a name. She had to.
But first...
"Thank you!"
Sophie called out to Professor Camphor, waving her hands in the air.
"Thank you thank you thank you! She's beautiful! She's awesome!"
The small girl gestured excitedly to her Tyrunt, who appeared to pick up on the fact she was being praised almost immediately and went from the nearest thing it could manage to a pout to practically radiating smug energy.
"Did you know?! Did you know?! Did you know that Tyrunt already has sufficient bite force to tear through a car, even at this juvenile stage?! Also, the muted colors are theorized to help young Tyrunts better blend into the surroundings to avoid danger and, for older Tyrunts, ambushing their prey! Ah, and did you know it's likely that Tyrauntrum in the wild was a social predator?! And did you know-"
If someone didn't stop her, it was likely she'd collapse from sheer enthusiasm.
@Rune_Alchemist
But there was no denying it.
Of course, it wasn't as if she was unaware of the process through which fossil Pokemon could be revived as living examples of their species. It wasn't exactly a common, everyday thing, but no-one with any knowledge of extinct Pokemon would be unaware of the fact it was a possibility.
Still, knowledge of the process and actually seeing it were two different things entirely.
Beyond that, not just seeing one alive, but also... also...
This Tyrunt was hers! It was her partner!
Sophie thought she'd never have a Pokemon of her own, even when her health had reached a point where it was at least likely she'd have a normal lifespan. And certainly, she was aware that she'd have a Pokemon after she was approved to be part of this project, but knowing it was going to happen and the actual experience were entirely different.
On top of that, the fact it's a Tyrunt...!
As soon as she'd actually gotten her into the Pokeball, she immediately let her back out again. It was for the best, really, not just because she wanted to get a good look at a living, breathing Tyrunt, but also because the aforementioned Pokemon seemed quite miffed about being put inside a Pokeball in the first place.
She'd have to think of a name. She had to.
But first...
"Thank you!"
Sophie called out to Professor Camphor, waving her hands in the air.
"Thank you thank you thank you! She's beautiful! She's awesome!"
The small girl gestured excitedly to her Tyrunt, who appeared to pick up on the fact she was being praised almost immediately and went from the nearest thing it could manage to a pout to practically radiating smug energy.
"Did you know?! Did you know?! Did you know that Tyrunt already has sufficient bite force to tear through a car, even at this juvenile stage?! Also, the muted colors are theorized to help young Tyrunts better blend into the surroundings to avoid danger and, for older Tyrunts, ambushing their prey! Ah, and did you know it's likely that Tyrauntrum in the wild was a social predator?! And did you know-"
If someone didn't stop her, it was likely she'd collapse from sheer enthusiasm.
@Rune_Alchemist
"Proud? Of course," Elroy responded, still smiling, "I'm not even sure if our parents could be more proud of Velvetica."
This, too, gave Velvetica pause. Her inspiration to pursue swordplay, to pursue her path as the Steel Princess, had been because of her elder brother. To hear those words come out of the mouth of the man she almost idolized momentarily stole her ability to speak.
It took her a few moments to clear her through and speak again, unconsciously holding the knightly frog plush against her chest as she did.
"Well, I am quite pleased to hear your profession of loyalty," she began, swiftly dodging every other topic that had been discussed to avoid any further awkward pauses, "It is only suitable, though you are not among the military forces of the Lions, that you have committed yourself to our cause. I'm glad to know that I can count upon you for the sake of Velt and its people."
Of course, internally, she was hardly unaware of who she was speaking to. She did not assume Lirrah to be a boldfaced liar, but she was a merchant. And a merchant wanted to build a relationship with their clients to maximize profits. It wasn't something she begrudged the nem for, far from it. Rather, it was something to be aware of. To understand that Lirrah's commitment was to the option that would earn her more librans rather then simply loyalty to the Hraesleg name.
Still, the nem's conduct had thus far suited her fine, and there was little reason to reject it.
"So, my little sister resembled the Lady of the Sun, hm?" Elroy commented, "I suppose that does suit her, doesn't it?"
While she idolized her elder brother, that didn't stop her from questioning that comment. Normally she would gladly take such praise as to be compared to the Goddess of the Sun, for whom justice was paramount, but his tone struck her as somewhat playful.
"Exactly what do you mean by that, elder brother?" Velvetica asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Oh? Can't you figure it out?"
@Octo
"Hm?"
Ah, so this was the viewpoint of an assassin. She didn't have explicit knowledge of exactly what the Crownsblades had been party to prior to their near total destruction, but it was plenty reasonable to assume that their operations had been rather less forward in nature. Focused on striking at quieter, more internal enemies then those without. Provided that they were enemies of Velt, and its people, Velvetica had little issue with such objectives.
Those who threatened Velt's stability and the peace of its citizens were not those who garnered her sympathies.
However...
"Well, my enemies are far more open, and far more straightforward, then you are perhaps accustomed to," she responded, leaning forward in her seat, "My opponents are of a military nature, rather then those who work in the shadows."
Her elbows rested on her desk.
"But that doesn't mean I won't require your skills as an assassin," she continued, "Pinpointing an enemy commander ahead of time gives me quite an opportunity, after all, to shatter the enemy's morale and remove their leadership. A troublesome mage makes for the perfect target, as well."
Using an assassin to remove problematic or high-value targets made perfect sense to her, and she had little attention of using Kayliss's skills for any other purpose.
@Psyker Landshark
"Architecture?" asked Liletta, incredulously, "I'm the Hraesleg family's mage, do I look like I have particular experience in architecture?"
It was clear she hadn't the faintest idea of why that question had come up in the first place. Why would she know how to build a cottage? On top of that, she'd already been in a bad mood because of the do-
Anisette's tongue was sticking out as Gisela patted her head.
"... Tch..."
Liletta's glare sharpened.
"Fine, if you want to be a bratty little child," she glared at the doll, who folded her arms and looked away, "All I was trying to do was learn more about you. That doll is completely impossible to work with. She came from a Witch? I'm not surprised in the slightest."
@Raineh Daze@Eisenhorn
This, too, gave Velvetica pause. Her inspiration to pursue swordplay, to pursue her path as the Steel Princess, had been because of her elder brother. To hear those words come out of the mouth of the man she almost idolized momentarily stole her ability to speak.
It took her a few moments to clear her through and speak again, unconsciously holding the knightly frog plush against her chest as she did.
"Well, I am quite pleased to hear your profession of loyalty," she began, swiftly dodging every other topic that had been discussed to avoid any further awkward pauses, "It is only suitable, though you are not among the military forces of the Lions, that you have committed yourself to our cause. I'm glad to know that I can count upon you for the sake of Velt and its people."
Of course, internally, she was hardly unaware of who she was speaking to. She did not assume Lirrah to be a boldfaced liar, but she was a merchant. And a merchant wanted to build a relationship with their clients to maximize profits. It wasn't something she begrudged the nem for, far from it. Rather, it was something to be aware of. To understand that Lirrah's commitment was to the option that would earn her more librans rather then simply loyalty to the Hraesleg name.
Still, the nem's conduct had thus far suited her fine, and there was little reason to reject it.
"So, my little sister resembled the Lady of the Sun, hm?" Elroy commented, "I suppose that does suit her, doesn't it?"
While she idolized her elder brother, that didn't stop her from questioning that comment. Normally she would gladly take such praise as to be compared to the Goddess of the Sun, for whom justice was paramount, but his tone struck her as somewhat playful.
"Exactly what do you mean by that, elder brother?" Velvetica asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Oh? Can't you figure it out?"
@Octo
"Hm?"
Ah, so this was the viewpoint of an assassin. She didn't have explicit knowledge of exactly what the Crownsblades had been party to prior to their near total destruction, but it was plenty reasonable to assume that their operations had been rather less forward in nature. Focused on striking at quieter, more internal enemies then those without. Provided that they were enemies of Velt, and its people, Velvetica had little issue with such objectives.
Those who threatened Velt's stability and the peace of its citizens were not those who garnered her sympathies.
However...
"Well, my enemies are far more open, and far more straightforward, then you are perhaps accustomed to," she responded, leaning forward in her seat, "My opponents are of a military nature, rather then those who work in the shadows."
Her elbows rested on her desk.
"But that doesn't mean I won't require your skills as an assassin," she continued, "Pinpointing an enemy commander ahead of time gives me quite an opportunity, after all, to shatter the enemy's morale and remove their leadership. A troublesome mage makes for the perfect target, as well."
Using an assassin to remove problematic or high-value targets made perfect sense to her, and she had little attention of using Kayliss's skills for any other purpose.
@Psyker Landshark
"Architecture?" asked Liletta, incredulously, "I'm the Hraesleg family's mage, do I look like I have particular experience in architecture?"
It was clear she hadn't the faintest idea of why that question had come up in the first place. Why would she know how to build a cottage? On top of that, she'd already been in a bad mood because of the do-
Anisette's tongue was sticking out as Gisela patted her head.
"... Tch..."
Liletta's glare sharpened.
"Fine, if you want to be a bratty little child," she glared at the doll, who folded her arms and looked away, "All I was trying to do was learn more about you. That doll is completely impossible to work with. She came from a Witch? I'm not surprised in the slightest."
@Raineh Daze@Eisenhorn
Fio could already feel the heat from here.
There was no doubt what the dragon was about to do.
Fine. She'd blow it up right in the beast's face.
"Sura!"
The magical energy she had been channeling to form her second barrage of blades twisted, the half-formed swords dissolving and twisting inwards.
Then it spread, expanding, reforming and sliding outwards into the shape of circular barrier, diamond patterns spread across its lumisncet blue surface, reaching towards its hexagonal edges.
"Intercede!"
Flicking her blade forwards, the barrier rushed forward as well, thrusting itself directly into the serpentine dragonkin's face. It was unlikely it would be harmed by its own flames, but a faceful of fire certainly wouldn't be good for it either.
"Reinforce! Reinforce reinforce reinforce!"
And that wasn't all. Each cry of reinforce poured further mana into the barrier, strengthening it again and again. She'd maintain it, shut down the dragonkin's fiery breath, and leave it open for a counterattack!
@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99
There was no doubt what the dragon was about to do.
Fine. She'd blow it up right in the beast's face.
"Sura!"
The magical energy she had been channeling to form her second barrage of blades twisted, the half-formed swords dissolving and twisting inwards.
Then it spread, expanding, reforming and sliding outwards into the shape of circular barrier, diamond patterns spread across its lumisncet blue surface, reaching towards its hexagonal edges.
"Intercede!"
Flicking her blade forwards, the barrier rushed forward as well, thrusting itself directly into the serpentine dragonkin's face. It was unlikely it would be harmed by its own flames, but a faceful of fire certainly wouldn't be good for it either.
"Reinforce! Reinforce reinforce reinforce!"
And that wasn't all. Each cry of reinforce poured further mana into the barrier, strengthening it again and again. She'd maintain it, shut down the dragonkin's fiery breath, and leave it open for a counterattack!
@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99
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With the EINHERJAR pilots deployed in the clearing, all that was left was to split up and head to their targets. For Valika and the rest of the demolitions team, this meant the main base of operations.
For the team targeting the communications array, this meant a trip a bit further north.
It was common for most quickly-established corporate bases to be assembled largely from prefabricated building materials. In this case, there was no exception. While it was built partially on top of some practically-leveled war-era ruins, there was nothing worth attempting to salvage from them. As a result, all that could be seen was a clustered of sterile, white buildings made of equally sterile materials. Towards the center was a larger, domed building, likely their main destination where the package they were seeking lay.
But first, it was demolitions time.
The mass-produced MAs being used by Ultima Universal were squat, typically armed with a single main weapon and a single shoulder-mounted armament. They were comparatively cheap and it was easy to make a lot of them, but the tradeoff was that they weren't as sturdy as their chunky appearance would imply.
A pair were currently just beyond the treeline.
Valika smirked.
They hadn't picked up on them yet.
MORDRED's sensors highlighted both targets, but she wouldn't need any kind of lock for these guys.
What was more important was the more distant targets her readout was picking up. At least six heavy kinetic projectile cannons and one light rail cannon. From their placement, she could at least be certain they were capable of targeting her all at once, but you'd have to be an idiot not to be aware of them in the first place.
But first.
"Time to take out the trash~"
The LA5678 in MORDRED's hands was leveled, aiming directly for the nearest MA's center mass. Right for its drive core.
"Aaaand... boom!"
She felt the air warming around her, the hiss and snap of the beam rifle's fire as a purple-pink burst of light suddenly rent its way through the air.
The unfortunate pilot didn't have a moment to respond, likely only realizing something was occurring when the beam was suddenly searing through their machine's armor, a ring of white-hot steel forming around the growing hole as it pierced right to critical systems.
Fire erupted from the burning wound, then tore its way through the MA's chest, before a larger explosion rocked the machine and left it toppling to the ground.
"What the-shit!"
She picked up the other corpo pilot's response to the sudden attack as MORDRED went rolling down the hill, boosters roaring to life as she jerked her control stick, her LUNALIGHT saber humming to life with a blue-white glow.
The second pilot took aim, but he was far too slow.
Her Beam Saber punched right through the MA's frontal armor, directly through its systems. She could practically feel the drive breaking down, and she pulled back quickly as flames erupted from the machine.
"That's... All Ultima Universal forces, we are under attack! I repeat, we are under attack!"
She picked up their communications again, and it was pretty much what she'd expected.
It's not like there was any point in trying to be subtle when they were here for a smash and grab, right? Already, her readout was picking up more MAs rolling into view.
No problem.
The communications array was dominated by a large parabolic antenna, standing over an assortment of smaller prefab structures and other systems relating to long-range communication.
Its detectable defenses were pair of MA squads, composed of a about ten of the mass-produced machines each, as well as at least three heavy kinetic projectile cannons. There was an assortment of smaller vehicles and light cannons as well, but those were far less threatening to a well-equipped AUG.
It was a little surprising it was so lightly-defended, but perhaps they weren't expecting it to be attacked?
Or maybe further defenses weren't so readily detectable.
@Psyker Landshark@OwO@Silverwind Blade@Eisenhorn@The World@vietmyke
For the team targeting the communications array, this meant a trip a bit further north.
Ultima Universal Himinbjord Base
It was common for most quickly-established corporate bases to be assembled largely from prefabricated building materials. In this case, there was no exception. While it was built partially on top of some practically-leveled war-era ruins, there was nothing worth attempting to salvage from them. As a result, all that could be seen was a clustered of sterile, white buildings made of equally sterile materials. Towards the center was a larger, domed building, likely their main destination where the package they were seeking lay.
But first, it was demolitions time.
The mass-produced MAs being used by Ultima Universal were squat, typically armed with a single main weapon and a single shoulder-mounted armament. They were comparatively cheap and it was easy to make a lot of them, but the tradeoff was that they weren't as sturdy as their chunky appearance would imply.
A pair were currently just beyond the treeline.
Valika smirked.
They hadn't picked up on them yet.
MORDRED's sensors highlighted both targets, but she wouldn't need any kind of lock for these guys.
What was more important was the more distant targets her readout was picking up. At least six heavy kinetic projectile cannons and one light rail cannon. From their placement, she could at least be certain they were capable of targeting her all at once, but you'd have to be an idiot not to be aware of them in the first place.
But first.
"Time to take out the trash~"
The LA5678 in MORDRED's hands was leveled, aiming directly for the nearest MA's center mass. Right for its drive core.
"Aaaand... boom!"
She felt the air warming around her, the hiss and snap of the beam rifle's fire as a purple-pink burst of light suddenly rent its way through the air.
The unfortunate pilot didn't have a moment to respond, likely only realizing something was occurring when the beam was suddenly searing through their machine's armor, a ring of white-hot steel forming around the growing hole as it pierced right to critical systems.
Fire erupted from the burning wound, then tore its way through the MA's chest, before a larger explosion rocked the machine and left it toppling to the ground.
"What the-shit!"
She picked up the other corpo pilot's response to the sudden attack as MORDRED went rolling down the hill, boosters roaring to life as she jerked her control stick, her LUNALIGHT saber humming to life with a blue-white glow.
The second pilot took aim, but he was far too slow.
Her Beam Saber punched right through the MA's frontal armor, directly through its systems. She could practically feel the drive breaking down, and she pulled back quickly as flames erupted from the machine.
"That's... All Ultima Universal forces, we are under attack! I repeat, we are under attack!"
She picked up their communications again, and it was pretty much what she'd expected.
It's not like there was any point in trying to be subtle when they were here for a smash and grab, right? Already, her readout was picking up more MAs rolling into view.
No problem.
Ultima Universal Communications Array
The communications array was dominated by a large parabolic antenna, standing over an assortment of smaller prefab structures and other systems relating to long-range communication.
Its detectable defenses were pair of MA squads, composed of a about ten of the mass-produced machines each, as well as at least three heavy kinetic projectile cannons. There was an assortment of smaller vehicles and light cannons as well, but those were far less threatening to a well-equipped AUG.
It was a little surprising it was so lightly-defended, but perhaps they weren't expecting it to be attacked?
Or maybe further defenses weren't so readily detectable.
@Psyker Landshark@OwO@Silverwind Blade@Eisenhorn@The World@vietmyke
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