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@Famotill soooooooo...
How would you feel about a guy whose ult sent him up to an orbital platform that he can snipe from with an overcharged weapon that will pierce buildings?
just asking outa curiosity...
How would you feel about a guy whose ult sent him up to an orbital platform that he can snipe from with an overcharged weapon that will pierce buildings?
just asking outa curiosity...
With the lines moving forward and the camp being cleared Ian fired one last time before putting the crossbow away. He stayed behind as the troops pressed on with the intent on finding better care for his wounds, or at least staying out of the majority of the fighting until he could, but he was soon approached by Marianne, the knightess showing concern for his wounds.
He smiled "ah please, I could use a hand" he made to lean on her though with his shorter stature he had to put his arm around her waist and lean into her side "I can still shoot if you need me to, if you can find me a spot to shoot from and I may need some help reloading" one of his ears unconsciously flicked against her arm "if not, I may just find a place nearby to rest until I can get this seen to" He let out a slight groan of pain as he shifted his broken arm.
He smiled "ah please, I could use a hand" he made to lean on her though with his shorter stature he had to put his arm around her waist and lean into her side "I can still shoot if you need me to, if you can find me a spot to shoot from and I may need some help reloading" one of his ears unconsciously flicked against her arm "if not, I may just find a place nearby to rest until I can get this seen to" He let out a slight groan of pain as he shifted his broken arm.
Think I'm going to drop as well. Kinda tired of waiting.
Ian had scrambled to throw his crossbow on his back and grab his shields from the ground after Fanilly's sudden take off. He sprinted after her, she was capable of handling herself of course and handle the crossbowmen she was after, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to fight by her side. though he had gotten there to late, or perhaps to early, as a large flaming tree came down and he wasn't able to get out of the way.
He'd leapt back to try and avoid being crushed but it was the instinctive raising of a shield that did him in. When the tree landed on the shield it slammed to the ground, taking him with it, pinning him and crushing his arm. He cried out as it happened, his other arm almost getting wrenched as his other shield caught on the ground as he fell. He whimpered and coughed for a moment as he got his breath back, almost panicking when he realized how close to the flames he was, and tried to wriggle his arm out from under the shield.
When he got himself free he dragged himself back to lean against some not-burning pieces of what the bandits were formerly using as fortifications. He took the crossbow off his back and threw it down next to him, he then started to feel his arm and cried out again when he shifted it wrong and realized that at least one bone had fractured. He broken bones before, it would heal, for now though he set to make a quick makeshift sling for his arm.
Before he could finish a bandit had set upon him, Ian barely got his arm up in time to stop a dagger from entering his chest. The bandit had started to press down making it a contest of Ian's strength against the bandit's weight. Somewhere along Ian's hood shook off and his ears exposed, which were targeted by the bandit who attempted to bite them. He barely managed to flick his ear out of the way and the bandit's lunge created an opening for him pull his arm back and throw a bunch, stunning the bandit long enough for Ian to kick him off and pick up his crossbow. Taking quick aim he fired a bolt right into the bandit's eye but he had a friend charging right behind him. Dropping the bow, Ian grabbed his axe and kicked out for the bandit's ankle, causing her to trip and her neck to land right on Ian's blade.
Shoving the corpse off him he rose his axe again to defend himself but friendlier forces were moving into this part of the camp by now and he was safe for the moment. He dropped the axe and went back to his arm, tucking the limp appendage safely across his chest and lashing it there with a little difficulty due to using one hand. Once it was in place he was finally able to look around and appraising the situation. The tree had separated Fanilly from the rest of her forces with what must have been the bandit king, already some knights where making their way over the flames to help her and some where remaining to finish off the fleeing bandits.
He pushed himself up and looked over the flamming tree, without his shields he wouldn't have been to much help in that fight anyway, yet, so he set to help against the bandits. Picking up his crossbow he walked, with a slight limp, toward the group of soldiers being led by Marianne and Tiral. While the two knights led a charge Ian found a spot and rested his crossbow on the ruins of a tent and his hip, pulling back the string with his good arm and then putting a bolt in the catch, taking aim for a bandit close to Knight Marianne and firing. He repeated the process and kept aiming for targets close to the two knights at the front.
He'd leapt back to try and avoid being crushed but it was the instinctive raising of a shield that did him in. When the tree landed on the shield it slammed to the ground, taking him with it, pinning him and crushing his arm. He cried out as it happened, his other arm almost getting wrenched as his other shield caught on the ground as he fell. He whimpered and coughed for a moment as he got his breath back, almost panicking when he realized how close to the flames he was, and tried to wriggle his arm out from under the shield.
When he got himself free he dragged himself back to lean against some not-burning pieces of what the bandits were formerly using as fortifications. He took the crossbow off his back and threw it down next to him, he then started to feel his arm and cried out again when he shifted it wrong and realized that at least one bone had fractured. He broken bones before, it would heal, for now though he set to make a quick makeshift sling for his arm.
Before he could finish a bandit had set upon him, Ian barely got his arm up in time to stop a dagger from entering his chest. The bandit had started to press down making it a contest of Ian's strength against the bandit's weight. Somewhere along Ian's hood shook off and his ears exposed, which were targeted by the bandit who attempted to bite them. He barely managed to flick his ear out of the way and the bandit's lunge created an opening for him pull his arm back and throw a bunch, stunning the bandit long enough for Ian to kick him off and pick up his crossbow. Taking quick aim he fired a bolt right into the bandit's eye but he had a friend charging right behind him. Dropping the bow, Ian grabbed his axe and kicked out for the bandit's ankle, causing her to trip and her neck to land right on Ian's blade.
Shoving the corpse off him he rose his axe again to defend himself but friendlier forces were moving into this part of the camp by now and he was safe for the moment. He dropped the axe and went back to his arm, tucking the limp appendage safely across his chest and lashing it there with a little difficulty due to using one hand. Once it was in place he was finally able to look around and appraising the situation. The tree had separated Fanilly from the rest of her forces with what must have been the bandit king, already some knights where making their way over the flames to help her and some where remaining to finish off the fleeing bandits.
He pushed himself up and looked over the flamming tree, without his shields he wouldn't have been to much help in that fight anyway, yet, so he set to help against the bandits. Picking up his crossbow he walked, with a slight limp, toward the group of soldiers being led by Marianne and Tiral. While the two knights led a charge Ian found a spot and rested his crossbow on the ruins of a tent and his hip, pulling back the string with his good arm and then putting a bolt in the catch, taking aim for a bandit close to Knight Marianne and firing. He repeated the process and kept aiming for targets close to the two knights at the front.
@AtomicNut I don't think I'm ever going to stop reading Sult's name wrong...
Ian adjusted his grip again as they approached the camp, taking a deep breath in preparation. As Fanilly gave the order to the archers he slammed his right shield into the ground hard enough that it stood up on it's own and drew his crossbow, aiming for the camp and letting his bolt fly with the rest of the volley. After firing he put his crossbow away and picked his shield back up for the charge.
Once the order was given he rushed forward with the rest of the shield line, a thrown axe from some cheeky bandit bouncing off his shields, as they hit the camp's perimeter he braced behind one of his shield and shoulder-charged into a bandit, followed by slamming the bottom of it into the bandit's chest, crushing the poor sod. He continued to used his shields to bash and beat the bandits out of the way until the troops were able to push into the camp proper, At that point pulling back to stay beside Fanilly.
He plunged both his shields into the ground and began using them as cover to use his crossbow aiming for any bandits using throwing weapons or bows of their own. He made sure he to stay close to Fanilly, ready to pick up and move if she charged on.
He could hear the result of the other group's charges, and could clearly see the effect in the disarray the camp was in. Given all then he at one point looked to the Captain while reloading his crossbow. "Shall we hunt down this 'king' captain?" he gestured toward the fighting "I think the others can handle his army"
Once the order was given he rushed forward with the rest of the shield line, a thrown axe from some cheeky bandit bouncing off his shields, as they hit the camp's perimeter he braced behind one of his shield and shoulder-charged into a bandit, followed by slamming the bottom of it into the bandit's chest, crushing the poor sod. He continued to used his shields to bash and beat the bandits out of the way until the troops were able to push into the camp proper, At that point pulling back to stay beside Fanilly.
He plunged both his shields into the ground and began using them as cover to use his crossbow aiming for any bandits using throwing weapons or bows of their own. He made sure he to stay close to Fanilly, ready to pick up and move if she charged on.
He could hear the result of the other group's charges, and could clearly see the effect in the disarray the camp was in. Given all then he at one point looked to the Captain while reloading his crossbow. "Shall we hunt down this 'king' captain?" he gestured toward the fighting "I think the others can handle his army"
Ian's smile widened for a moment at the captain's brief display of excitement before it was covered up again by his mask and his hood pulled back up over his ears. He made to follow Fanilly, though he turned around again and walked backwards just behind her to have a look at the actual group's composition.
One of the first things he noticed was the looks on some of the other ranking knight's faces, like they didn't think much of their captain, he could even see it when at least one of the groups changed it's tactic, bringing cavalry despite Fanilly's order for a dismount and the dangers of trying to charge through the dense woods. Given her apparent age he could guess why they held that sentiment, poor girl. He bumped into a tree while he was walking backwards and startled himself out of his thought so he quickly turned around and quickened his stride to catch back up with her.
He noticed that she apparently fought without a shield, given that she wasn't carrying one and, well, there's a reason he carries two. He clinked the ends of his shield together in front of him as he came up beside Fanilly "Hey" he held his shields out in front of him, one covering most of himself and the other more to the side so that she could use it for cover "I'll stay close, alright?" his grip was loose on the shields for now, as the got closer to the camp he'd brace and hold them firm.
The captain and the others could deal with the tactics and the strategy. He'd just focus on keeping the girl next to him alive...and himself as well, that'd be nice.
One of the first things he noticed was the looks on some of the other ranking knight's faces, like they didn't think much of their captain, he could even see it when at least one of the groups changed it's tactic, bringing cavalry despite Fanilly's order for a dismount and the dangers of trying to charge through the dense woods. Given her apparent age he could guess why they held that sentiment, poor girl. He bumped into a tree while he was walking backwards and startled himself out of his thought so he quickly turned around and quickened his stride to catch back up with her.
He noticed that she apparently fought without a shield, given that she wasn't carrying one and, well, there's a reason he carries two. He clinked the ends of his shield together in front of him as he came up beside Fanilly "Hey" he held his shields out in front of him, one covering most of himself and the other more to the side so that she could use it for cover "I'll stay close, alright?" his grip was loose on the shields for now, as the got closer to the camp he'd brace and hold them firm.
The captain and the others could deal with the tactics and the strategy. He'd just focus on keeping the girl next to him alive...and himself as well, that'd be nice.
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