StrongBear 1185 Share Posted December 24, 2021 Spoiler A lone figure in armor, alone he sat among nothing more than stone ruins. His gaze set on the distant treeline, thoughts and inquiries running through his mind. Footsteps growing louder as an odd pair of siblings drew near, yet the man did not look at them, for he knew why they had arrived. Only a few words were exchanged before the man came down from his perch, his lip quivering as he offers himself a small cant of prayer, his helmet did not cover his flaxen locks, perhaps this would come back to haunt him. Blades were drawn and alchemical concoctions shaken, still that man waited to bring forth his hammer. Suddenly, a Tanglefoot was thrown, shattering at the man's feet. He knew he had no chance of escaping it, so he stood there ready for the young freak to make their move. They rush forth, attempting to drive their blade into his dominant shoulder, causing the man to open his body, dropping his hammer. He retaliates with a quick jab to the left side, then a heavy strike with his right to the little one's chest to send it back. The elder of the siblings, dare intervene, only yelling commands and coaching the young, giving aid if it were needed to help bring down the towering man. O'how fleet-footed the young one was, she darted around the man, heaving his hammer up to her shoulder. The Highlander was crouched, smashing his way out of the solid goop at his feet. As he went to stand, that hammer came down, crunching and crippling his back plate, forcing the man back onto the ground with a pained groan. He did not stay idle. Unable to see his attacker, he forced himself onto his back. The little one did not hesitate nor wait for the man to stand, they brought his hammer back down with much power, aiming to destroy his right knee.The man saw this and forced himself to roll back out of the way before pushing himself to stand with heavy and pained exhales. The Highlander took a sharp inhale, planting his right foot before pushing off with it, sending his shoulder into the chest of the freak once more. As the little creature started to fall, the man curled his digits around their collar, holding her up. He should've just let her go, he should've had his helmet on, maybe he should have called his auric murk. The little freak started to dig her gnarled claws into face, digging and scraping around his left eye. He clenched his jaws, using his other hand to hold the little one by her side, lifting up before sending her into the ground. Maybe he should have just let her go, maybe he shouldn't have done this. As the little one was being driven into the ground, her claws found what she was intending to do, as the man released it, a forest orb was held tight in the little freaks grasp, crimson running down the man's countenance, covering his chest plate. The elder finally made their way down from their seat, coating a blade with another concoction. They stood, speaking toward the man before they drove the burning blade into his hip and pulled him in close to drive it deeper. The Highlander bellowed his pain, a hand falling from his missing eye, his other grabbing ahold of the freaks shoulder, pushing against her, trying to push himself back to pull the blade from his hip. But it was to no avail, she pushed the blade in deeper, moving her dominant foot between his legs, pushing him to the ground. There he fell, prone, in pain, bleeding, his chest rapidly rising and falling, the freak did not stop there. They took the searing hot blade and drove it into his left hand, the man fell silent in pain, a scream nor whimper escaped his lips, he just stared at the thing. Was he going to finally meet his end here? Was it his time to join his mother? Was it his time, that his actions would be his downfall? The freak spoke more and more. The man, barely conscious, responded with a few words of his own before lifting his free hand, curling his digits around the blade that was burning and melting his hand and left gauntlet, painfully pulling it out and throwing the weapon.He was told to crawl away but he did not. Pride lifted him from the dirt, as the man forced himself back to his feet, his left leg barely working as it just hung there, chest heaving, a mix of sweat and crimson coating his face and his heavy plate. A lone figure in armor, alone he walked among nothing more than stone ruins forcing himself to return to his place of comfort… Spoiler [Ooc: this event is not public knowledge, only the participants know this.] And this is not a PK post, this is just transcribing some recent events with one of my characters. Also thank to everyone who helped me with editing! 16 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Valannor 6345 Share Posted December 24, 2021 High within a replete tower of alchemical mastery, a woman would have defied that which GOD Almighty ordained - for flesh once torn asunder would be flesh renewed. Chilling machinations yet took shape that fateful day, and a loosed rope was to be tied into a noose... "She thought that she was the monster? A pity..." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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