Murderous Hearts [Vylbrand Academy]

[Tessia]

Slipping away from Saskia's area, Tessia quietly stayed hidden with her bow drawn and watching the line of approaching creatures.  It was how she spotted Spades and the person he was carrying.  What was bad was that he was dangerously close too the Trents that where approaching.  This was only confirmed later as soon as he was attacked by one of them, and he struck back rapidly against it.  That decided things quick fast and in a hurry.  Slipping her bow away and drawing her battle ax, she was glad she still had the stack of speed thanks too Accel Dance.  Bolting down the path as she closed distance, she spotted the levels as fifteen and twenty.  Tessia decided to attack the lower level one just to lower its hp even further.

The Trent noticed and began to turn but luckily it was about as slow as a Nepent.  Lashing out with her ax, Tessia collided with the Trents body and sent embers rushing through it's form.  This creature being of about the same level as herself, took less physical damage, but thankfully her fire based ax bit into the creature hard and rushed its hp too the halfway mark.  Then it was the Trents turn to fight back.  Sweeping out a limb to strike at her, Tessia deftly moved aside but still took a small scrape too her hp.  Once more she advanced and slashed out with her battle ax only too miss the creature as it moved, quite quickly out of the range of her attack.  It was a trade off she had too take.  Darting behind a tree quickly as the Trent launched a sap attack that splotched wetly against the bark.

Keeping the Trent in sight, Tessia burst forward and away from it as she slid into a thicket of bushes and tossed off her cowl.  This next bout would prove too be a bit rougher as the tree was already scraping its way towards her, angry that part of it was socrched deeply and parts of its limbs where hanging.  Activating Fatal Ambush once more, Tessia breathed in and lowered her stance almost belly to ground.  Shs would wiat and watch for the perfect strike, the system scanning the creatures vitals and already burnt side for maximum attack area.  Though she rarely followed what the system said, it was useful to know where one could strike afterwards.  Her tattoos glowing a dark red, she could feel the mental ping of Fatal Ambush as it was finally ready.  Now came the wait.

[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 76% MP: 35% RH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) LH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) QS: Starter Rapier AR: Starter Warden Armour

WC: 643 TWC: 2876 Tags @people, @people, @people, @people Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

During the fight the [Nepent Snatchers] fell one after another, alas they did not fall like trees to a chainsaw, but they still fell to the party’s relentless torrent of, mostly, steel. Suddenly from out of, relatively, nowhere as far as Bailin could see, though that was probably best written off due to the fact they were fighting and the enemy was closing in fast, a known werecat shot forward and assaulted the larger of the two [treants]. ‘Well at least he has some guts, now just hope he can pack the punch and walk the walk.’ Bailin thought as he reloaded. The [Nepent snatchers] had met their timely demise; however, a new team had entered the field and had been mopping up the floor with the party. [break][break] The first casualty had been the girl, the girl whose name Bailin could not remember, her being head-butted by the cow-like creature. It would actually have been funny, had it not been so serious, as the girl turned into a ragdoll, slowly dissolving into anima bubbles, the impact creating a loud crack that went through the forest and would most probably send a chill done many spines. It sure did so for Bailin. [break][break] Shouldering his rifle and taking aim Bailin centred his sights on the cow creature, anger rushing through him, though it was paired with a slight relief as well. He had not died and the girl would simply respawn in the cathedral. How she would hold up mentally however would be known in the future. The sight would probably leave Bailin slightly scarred, as it was the first time he had seen an adventurer that was friendly to him die. The other adventurers he had seen die were rather nasty and evil folk whom deserved to die for their actions and some of them he himself had sent to the cathedral. Those deaths had left him untouched, contrary to now. ‘What if she was not an adventurer… that would mean this was the end of the line for her… Best not linger on such thoughts for now though…’ Bailin started thinking as he reloaded his rifle. [break][break] The next victim was Bailin’s counterpart Warden, the melee fighter, whom the enemy used as a golf ball with arms and legs, smashing him over and over again until they had smashed him thus hard he went hurtling towards a tree. Somewhere the scene reminded Bailin of one of the old movies he had seen, though this one lacked arrows. The warden too slowly started dissolving into anima bubbles, pushing Saskia in an audible state of regret and guilt, as she voiced out her anger and feeling of incapacity when it came to being of help to the now dead party members. [break][break] Shortly after the death of the warden, perhaps two or three in total, Saska shouted out her orders to Balin, he was to fight and retreat, drawing the lesser of the two treants away from the fight. ‘A sound tactic but it would leave a rather nasty hole in our capabilities, especially when it comes down to pure and simple numbers.’ Bailin thought as he prepared to take a shot at the lesser of the treants, as had been asked of him to do. [break][break] However, Tessia cut in and started assaulting the treant with the help of her trusty axe. ‘Well this makes things rather interesting.’ Thought Bailin as he took aim and gently pulled the trigger of his riffle; sending another bullet towards the walking tree, as Tessa went hacking away as well. [break][break] “Men of Vylbrand, stand ye ready,” Bailin shouted out, starting to sing one of the old or even ancient songs he had heard back home, hoping to give a boost to morale, as he started moving towards the treant, though not close enough for it to pose a threat to him. [break][break]

[Spades]

DON'T GET IN MY WAY! Spade’s mind was telling him that he was in a terrible spot, he needed to get out as fast as possible but he was not listening to what his mind was telling him. He was just listening to his gut and his gut was telling him to beatdown everyone of his enemies. The moment his skill was done he leaned to the left and barely avoided the main branch of the other treat (treant B), he could not move out the way in time and he took a hit from a good number of the other branches on the main branch, his health bar dropped a 15% from barely dodging the hit from the smaller (Treant B)! Spade’s mental state slightly returned to normal from the shock of the hit but shortly after he lost the regained sanity once more when his worry began to strike at his mind like a sledge hammer. Spade was about to strike back at treant B until he saw it’s health drop to almost half in one moment, he paused his attack to ponder what could have done so much damage to a creature that was so much stronger than Spade himself. With a quick glance around the treants area he spotted the person that dealt all the damage to the tree, it was a blond woman with tattoos glowing silver. The glowing tattoos would have surprised Spade but the thing that caught his attention the quickest was that she was wielding a large battle axe, this made him believe he would be in a scrap with the woman. He did not want to seem inferior but he knew that if she were to join his fight and fight toe to root with one of the Treants he would be looked at as weaker, his heart rose a bit when he saw he run in to a bush our of the (Treant B)’s grasp and sight, he was glad to see her acting cowardly but he was slightly curious why she was acting this way even though she can cause this much damage. A metallic smile appeared on the monk’s face at the coward like woman before he felt a large force hit him from his right side, a resounding thwack resounding in the small area; Spade was caught off guard and took the full frontal blow from (Treant A). He flew to the left for 10 meters until he rolled to a stop, Spade was coughing up blood and he thought he felt that a few of his ribs were broken. He rolled on his back looking at his hand to see if he had any broken limbs along with organs, all he saw was his black furry hand all intact without anything broken. In a surprise he felt his mid section to find any broken bones, he felt nothing broken or even anything bruised. Spade was greatly confused about why none of his body was broken and slightly about why his Iron Body skill was knocked out of him, his body was still mentally beaten so his body would not get up like he wanted. After much struggle Spade rose to his feet and limped to his original opponent that was also slowly lumbering towards Spade ready to give Spade his pay back for taking 15% of it’s health, all the monk actually got was four struggled steps before he fell over on his face partially consciousnesses and could not gather the mental fortitude to tell himself that he was in a game and was not able to be knocked out. Status: Immobile, halfway conscious Word Count: [599] Tags: Tessia made by kiwii at btn!

[Mitsuru Kirishima]

Cold. Cold surrounded his body as the snow slowely melted into water and his clothing started absorbing it. Silently and gradually his body lowered in temperature as his clothes became soaked. Unconsciously, eye-lids closed, his body started shivering. Wind blew through the battlefield he could not yet hear as he was in another world and didn't seem to come back to consciousness as fast as he should have. The melting snow ceased to melt around him as the outside layer of his clothes were nearly as cold as the white powder. However the pure white snowflakes became dark red as his blood mixed with nature and snow. The roars of the battlefield did not stop and as they became louder the boys' eyelids partially opened but he could not see much as it was already night. He gulped slowly and painfully as he sighed and shivered at the same time scanning the darkness to try to understand where he was and what had happened to him. His bare hands seized the snow, trying desperately to find something to hold, seconds later he felt pain in them from the icy cold which was burning his skin.

"W...What... Where?" he murmured to himself trying to find orientation in the forest, halfway stuck in snow.

His eyes opened abruptly as he finally felt the cold and his body temperature shook him to consciousness. He bluntly straightened his chest as he tried getting out of the snow as quickly as possible as his adrenaline pumped up and rushed to his brain and limbs. He got up on his feet, however feeling deep pain in his stomach, his hands came clutching at the speed of light onto it. His breathing was as fast as a running dog and his crimson eyes slid to his hands covered by blood. He slowly shook his head from left to right, checking on his HP and MP almost in panic. His hellfire pupils rushed around him as he tried scanning the darkness the best he possibly could. He saw people, people on the ground, laying, seemingly dead or unconscious at first glance. He saw a pink haired woman which seemed like Saskia but he had no clue why she would be out here, he recalled about some discussion about a quest or something but couldn't remember if it was today or not. Anyhow, he casted [Tainted Charity]upon himself multiple times. Unfortunately he did not know his own corruption status and therefore putting himself into danger. His wounds closed and he could finally feel no pain or so he thought. Mental pain and struggle was way more dangerous than his physical condition and he would soon know it.

It is only temporary... I'm still here. hissing like a venomous snake.

He felt those hands again crawling up his back and seize his shoulders with slender fingers trying to take control of his body. He had time to throw a heal to that cat (Spades) that he had barely recognized, he was lying on the floor as many others. The boys slender fingers grab his skull tight as his grip narrowed upon it.

Wasn't pain better than this? the voice hissed again.

A scream of despair coming from the depths of hell was released by the boy as he dropped to his knees. His body was weak and therefore corruption had spread while he had been unconscious further inside his soul and body seeding itself deep inside of his own. His disfigured face by the various grimaces which succeeded one after the other. His body once again began to engulf in a dark shadow as it almost formed a dark bubble around him spiking out as if this malicious aura wanted to catch anything in sight. Stage 3 : Hallucinations, delusions, paranoia are commonplace. His skin was wrinkled. His hellfire eyes seemed extinguished as dull.

I hope you like it. I'm enjoying it! It's amazing how weak you are... You are mine... You are ours.

He tried gathering his thoughts and calm down, snow had transformed into a fountain of blood and skulls were lying all round him as the entire battlefield changed under his eyes. The terrified look of a children who saw a monster in the closest swept through Mitsu's face as he was stunned and open-mouthed. He didn't want to see anymore, the skulls in tiny piles and blood ran down them. He gulped and screamed once again when a hand touched his shoulder. But there were none.

"No... NO! Don't touch me!"

The wind blew through his hair as silence ruled, once again the landscape had changed but as it was supposed to be. Snow under his knees and around him, surrounded by trees and people he did not recognize or know fighting, scattered around him. Hallucination hit fairly often from this point on and his face and eyes twitched and the terrified look of a kid settled upon his face. For the few seconds when he was lucid from time to time, he would try and concentrate and use the bit of mana he had to heal random people around him. Therefore, the huge warrior cat (Spades) received another heal as well as a girl (Tessia) and the pink haired woman (Saskia). Between those heals he either dropped back to his knees, hands to his head, shaking in cold and mentally unstable or he would break down emotionally because of the hallucinations and tears would flow down his pale face. His body was in total shock and at the same time the dark and eerie aura would slowly but surely expand in a serpentine sort of movement. Shivers ran down his spine as he could fell hands slide up his body and holding him and even hugging him as if they wanted to be one with his body and soul.
The white haired boy froze several time as this occurred, he was paralyzed and didn't know what to do, he wasn't himself and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

"Make it stop... Please make it stop." he begged tears running down his cheeks as he was destroying himself through corruption.

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Tags: Saskia Bailin Spades Tessia Pen Ddraig Luiniel

[Saskia]

Lvl. 22 HP 56% | MP 72%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Seething heat boiled from her face as she choked on her hate for the damn beasts that plagued the battlefields. Her eyes burning in a volcanic eruption, stared the large Frenmic rabbit down with the fury of a thousand suns as the turned her blade. Her shield was braced tightly against her beating heart as she charged forward screaming with vicious bloodlust at the antagonistic rabbits. Her horizontal blade swiped horizontally, slashing through the snow that fell from the sky as the steel scorched the side of the large frenmic buster.



The beast responded by giving the tenacious wolf hair a thunderous smack from a roundhouse blow from his club as the blow launched her from feet and the impact knocked her back and made her trip over a log, as her back dug into the snow, she scurried back scuttling on the edge of her limbs in an act that could almost mimic a crab walk as the beast started advancing towards her. Just before the beasts could arrive, they were intercepted by the stalwart defender, Pen Ddraig, who unleashed her wrath in a violent anchor howl. Attracting all three beasts’ animosity as they deterred from their path from the blur of pink to the fiery red war maiden.



Pen grunted at Saskia, something along the line of “Get the hell out of here and get to the others!” Saskia gave her a firm nod, trusting that she would be able to hold her own in the fight. The steel-clad warrior crawled to her feet in the patch of snow and dashed towards Treants that prowled the forest and were terrorizing her allies. She knew she was only so fast on foot. She squinted to try to get a better vision of what hell was being unearthed in the hellish terrain.



It seemed that Tessia hadn’t understood Saskia’s orders to focus on the largest tree, giving Bailin the opportunity to lure the smallest one away. Saskia’s ducked her head down as she heard the loud piercing shriek of gunfire from the rear. She gazed up at the smaller Treant, seeing a bit of it’s flaming bark break off from the impact. A dusty fume riddled off to the side, but the beast stayed on course and struck Tessia with it’s heavy arms.



Saskia felt helpless as her feet kept feeling like they had ankle weights seeing s they kept getting stuck in the trappings of inches of deep snow. Her golden eyes quivered at the sight of the Monk Beserker unleashing a reckless fury upon the treants, putting a cutting rage behind each of his strikes as he pounded the Treant, but was beginning to get devastated by the strength of their blows.



Saskia was stricked by grief from witnessing the tragedy on the battlefield. She felt the singe of failure in her heart as she began to believe that they all might not even be able to survive this. As if picking up on her fear, a rampaging pair of hooves rumbled through the forest and came rushing forward from her rear.



A beacon of hope shined in the brilliance of it’s golden mane as Saskia reached her gloved hand up to snatch the knob of the saddle and latch unto the side of the creatures body. She hung on with all the strength she could muster as she couldn’t afford the time it would take to mount the saddle. She had to wing it, literally, as she dangled off the left side of the horse that raced forward towards the enemy.



Bailin began to hum an enchanting tune and held a certain fervor in his voice. Saskia couldn’t understand why he was doing this, but somehow it seemed to steady the pandemonium and hysteria on the field. If not for her, then perhaps for himself, she couldn’t begin to understand how warfare might affect him, even if this was a game, people’s minds would be forever changed as a result of a death.



The hymn flowed through her mind, but rather than boost her morale, it just seemed to piss her the hell off. She couldn’t understand why someone would be singing at a time like this. Fortunately however, Saskia, was able to misdirect that anger at her opponents as she blazed towards them and slashed her sword down at the base of the [Treant B]’s roots. Without warning, the large tree unleashed a powerful slap across Saskia’s chest with his long branch which knocked her off her horse. After being slung back several feet, and laying in a pile of snow, she watched s her health bar began to go down.



Shaking her head and peering at a familiar face, she saw Mitsuru acting strangely, before he flung a healing spell at the staggering werecat monk. Even their saving grace of having a healer on the field seemed like it might be laced like a double edge sword. There was something...off about him today. Why was he acting so strangely? Could he already be corrupted too? And what was he doing with Spades?



Saskia brushed off the thoughts. They would have to wait for later. Now was the time for brutal combat. As she took a knee, and dug the tip of her sword into the snow, she rose her head up, gazing at the treants with her blurry vision. Gazing past the tangled vines of pink hair, she shouted in malice as a booming echo unleashed through the forest.



“Anchor Howl!!”



She pushed up off her sword, and readied herself in a defensive stance, trembing as she took a few steps back. She knew they would be upon her soon and yearning to beat her down. Her right hand tremored as it shook nervously, her hand wrapped around her sword arm. She gulped and kept skirting her feet back. The loud stomps of the treants shook the earth as [Treant A] raised his branch like a fist that slammed down like a thick wooden warhammer with a heavy thud that overwhelmed Saskia’s defenses and send her staggering back in shock from the sheer power of the blow.



Disoriented, she tried to maintain her footwork, but she had already began falling and it was too late to try to save her from the fall. As her back impacted on a wooden log, she coughed from the pain. Opening her eyes, she witnessed the large wooden foot of [Treant B] slamming down as it crushed Saskia, making her body breakthrough the thick wooden log as she heard the rough crunch of the log snap beneath her weight and the pressure of the behemoths foot.



She cried out in agonizing pain as the soul-sucking blows eroded away her health bar. Her right hand tremored as she tried to gather the strength to grip her sword. Her weak gaze falling upon the ash haired Heretic.



How powerful were his heals really at that level? Would it be enough to save them? Or would it only hear the slightest fragments as their lives turned to dust? 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED:
Knight's Heart [Toggled]
Cool Defense still [Toggled]
Anchor Howl


Words: 1177
Post Theme Song: City of Sadness

Notes: Picture of Lighthouse

Notes: Picture of Weather and conditions for Greatwoods

Notes:


 Picture of the antagonist, Morthal

 Picture of the Masked Sorceror



Six Nepent Snatchers - Distance 5 meters


A: 0% HP/ 100% MP (Level 10)
B: 0% HP/ 100% MP (Level 10)
C: 0% HP/ 100% MP (Level 9) 
D: 0% HP/ 100% MP (Level 7)
E: 0% HP/ 100% MP (Level 6)
F: 0% HP/ 100% MP (Level 6)


Two highly dangerous  presences - Distance 20 meters


A: Forest Treant 85% HP/ 100% MP (Level 20) - Aggroed to Saskia
B: Forest Treant 70% HP/ 100% MP (Level 15) - Aggroed to Saskia 


Two dangerous presences - Distance 10 meters

C: Crag Cow 100% HP/ 100% MP (Level 11) - Wary (Not hostile yet)  
D: Enemic Buster 78% HP/ 100% MP (Level 11) Aggroed to Pen Ddraig
E: Frenmic Rabbit 60% HP/ 100% MP (Level 5) Aggroed to Pen Ddraig
F: Frenmic Rabbit 80% HP/ 100% MP (Level 5)  Aggroed to Pen Ddraig








TAGS: Bailin cortana strife Mitsuru Kirishima Pen Ddraig Luiniel Spades Valentine Tessia Gwenduial

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[Luiniel]

bittersweet.

The sound of combat rung out into the dark night and it's fury seemed to be never ending. Never before had she a chance to experience the desperation of true battle. Yet standing here in the field with their enemies around them she was anything but afraid. For her the emotion was a mixture of excitement and curiousity as she wondered what would happen once they were sent to the cathedral. Never before had she experienced the pain of death in this realm and so she knew not what to expect when you were an immortal being. As the sounds of steel and gun shots filled the night air she managed to tune out most sounds. The one sound she focused on however was the song that Bailin was singing. If only she knew the words she would have joined him in his glorious battle hymn but it's power was not lost on her. The song gave her focus, much like the incantation of a spell it bolstered her resolve to fight against this foe and wade into the unknown.  Leaping from behind Pen she once more drew her weapons and waded into the fray. This time her level did not matter to her as she was inspired to fight by the sounds around her. The frenemic rabbits that threatened her and Pen would soon feel the sting of cold steel as she moved about like a whirlwind. The cut of her weapons sounded in the air as the cry of the rabbits and the slashing sound resounded around her. The darkness would be banished around them by the flashy nature of her skills. Over head slashes, lightining, and even powerful slashes that cleaved even the air. One of the rabbits facing Pen would vanish into a cloud of anima bubbles while the other was mortally wounded and was noticeable in it's movement animation. There was a smirk on the young samurai's face as she moved in for the kill which was quite satisfying to feel the weight of her blow connect with something and cause it to explode. Now that they were mostly clear the real problem lied in trying to deal with the treants. There was no way she could deal enough damage to even wound one of those in a minor way. One swipe from their mighty trunk arms and she was taking a one way trip to the cathedral but she could not sit back and watch either. Decisions were her worst enemy as she was often lazy and indecisive in real life. For now her only option was to wait and look for some sort of opening she could exploit. Falling back a bit she decided to climb into a low hanging branch once more and offer herself as lookout. There was still something larger at play here and she could help but feel like whatever it was had yet to reveal it's hand to them.

491 VA -- deltra of gangnam style

[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) LH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) QS: Starter Rapier AR: Starter Warden Armour

WC: 258 TWC: 3134 Tags Saskia Tessia Luiniel Mitsuru Kirishima Spades Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

Running a bit further into the forest Bailin slid behind a tree, dropping to one knee, shoulder leaning against the tree. It was true he was rather safe and had been almost the entire fight whilst others had simply perished, but arrogance was what had gotten people killed before and Bailin was rather keen on having his zero death score still intact. If what he had heard from others was true; dying a few times was not something terrible, but dying more often might become problematic, though this was mostly based on hearsay. [break][break] Pulling the lever back and forth again, shouldering the riffle and taking aim once more Bailin slowly exhaled as he let loose another bullet at the walking tree fighting Tessia. Soon mana might become a problem and as such this would be the time to experiment with certain moves he himself could make as to increase his accuracy. [break][break] Continuing his singing Bailin pulled back the lever again, repeating the entire process, trying to synchronise his inhaling and exhaling with the most favourable moments. Finishing the last sentence of the second part of the song Bailin let go of his breath a bit longer, allowing him to steady his second shot before he sent it on its death dealing trajectory by gently squeezing the trigger. [break][break] With a loud bang the bullet was sent flying, sizzling sound of the bullet flying through the air, only to be stopped with a loud thud as the bullet struck its mark, sending small chunks of digital wood into the air. [break][break]

[Tessia]

Lying in wait, Tessia watched as the injured Treant ambled about unable to track her movements as she had dashed out of it's range just in time.  The creature was still lumbering very close though as she locked eyes on its body.  The problem with Fatal Ambush was that without proper timing one could miss even a slow moving target.  She had too be sure to hit this one then get away in time to lash out at the other Treant.  Then there were the other threats just over a hill and ambling about.  One was a Field Boss and unfortunately Tessia had not fought one yet.  

Just as the Treant came within striking distance Tessia could fell the molasses pull of Fatal Ambush, egging her in movement as she as if in slow motion burst out of her cover.  Having no thought other than the feel of slowed time and her movements, Tessia bolted forward so low too the ground she was surprised she didn't fall on her face.  Axe held against her back as her tattoos blazed that hot red color, she closed distance with the creature just as it felt her speedy approach and turned too meet her.  It's limbs lashed out in a feeble attempt to stop the oncoming execution but managed to only tap her shoulders.  

Tessia jumped out and spun, her axe blade colliding with the things midsection.  She felt her ax burn in slow motion as the enchantment took over and added searing hot embers too her massive strike.  The searing heat allowed for hr blade to slid right through the thing's body as she slashed a diagonal cut all the way through it's form leaving a deep hot gash in it's plant form.  It was enough to reduce it's hp at less than 15% thanks too the added damage from Fatal Ambush and the flame enchantment.  Skidding and tumbling Tessia got her feet under her in enough time to dodge a acidic spit as it sizzled into a nearby bush.  Nodding as her Accel Dance cooled down thanks too her magic accessory, she slipped a throwing knife from her belt and activated it. 

Hurling at the creature she smiled too herself as Accel Dance took over and she darted once again away from it and through the trees at higher speeds.  She had too spread out her damage and at least try too weaken the offensive line.  Luckily she had her training as a child too thank as she nimbly dashed around and through trees and brush with her ax atop her back hardly slowing her.  Checking her mana she noted she had about 35% left, not enough for another Ambush but she could still cause a fair bit of damage with it.  Keeping her eyes on the advancing creatures, she skidded low into cover and began a slow approach on the other Treant, intent on at least damaging it too before her mana was out.  "One Treant damaged, approaching the other.  Thanks for the ranged support Bailin.  I will try too spread out my damage if I can." she sent, trying too sound reassuring but sure she sounded as businesslike as always when it came too killing creatures.

[Pen Ddraig]

HP 62% | MP 73%

Guardian - Bodyguard - Artisan

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"Check your anger!" Pen growled, her golden eyes focused on the advancing [Enemic Buster]; a two foot tall hare with two one foot tall ears. The creature wasn't threatening looking but from what the records had said about the area, it was an elite creature with some decently formidable attacks for DPS. Pen glared down at the beast, the wound on her sword arm screamed out in protest as she lifted her blade. "[Anchor Howl]!" She bellowed, her words accented by her English pronunciation. A shower of pale green light washed over the immediate area giving the area a somewhat sickly look. She lifted her shield, an action that would normally show defense. However, in this moment, Pen chose a different path and lunged toward The Buster and swept her shield out in a backhanded arch that she figured the hare would easily avoid. In response the [Enemic Buster] hopped back and with the use of his spring-like muscles, rebounded toward Pen's chest. Putting his momentum behind his club for a [Bunny Beatdown].

Pen knew she couldn't dodge the attack, rather than dodging it, she'd cancel it and strike back. "[Counter Break]." She said through clenched teeth, activating her Guardian skill of an interrupting attack. The [Enemic Buster]'s club connected with Pen's long sword, the blow shook through the Guardian's arm sending glitter and stars into her vision. Her teeth clenched harder and she could taste iron in her mouth, blood. Tears welled in the pits of her eyes but she had no time for them as she drove forward with her attack, knocking the club away and sending The Buster off balance. Using her momentum, much like the hare did earlier, she turned her wrist over and retaliated with a backhanded strike. A warm spray of blood splattered against the flat of her blade and left droplets on Pen's marred breastplate and cheek. The [Enemic Buster] let out a squall as half of an ear was lopped off. It reared back, away from Pen's blade and seemed to have a mix of primal hostility and freight swirling within it.

The red haired Guardian took the moment to steady her footing and released a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. A quick series of sounds happened in her immediate area as Luiniel appeared from behind her and dealt quick death to one low leveled [Frenmic Rabbit]. The sound of bursting anima popped in Pen's ear as she watched the small samurai finally claim her first kill. Pen could feel the swell of pride as her katana bit into the soft tissue of the other rabbit, mortally wounding it. Retrieving her blade she bounded back and away from the possibility of danger. With the opening made the Guardian stepped in and savagely ended the [Frenmic Rabbit]. The lingering feel crushing of fragile bone under foot and the short squeal of pain was all that was left of the low leveled rabbit. Pen's eyes lingered on the anima bubbles of the creature for too long. A sudden, sharp pain shot through her, starting at her right shoulder and it was followed by another then another. Tears slid down Pen's cheeks as the pain rocked through her. Pen roared and attempted to move her arm but found her sword arm unresponsive. After precisely two seconds another blow from The Buster's club connected with the back of her leg, sweeping it out from under her.

Stars flashed before Pen's eyes as she hit the ground, sinking into the cold powder. Her mouth was open but no words came forth, no breath escaped or entered. Her eyes were locked on the dark grey clouds that concealed the blue of the sky. A moment later a gasp for air inflated her chest, causing her to sputter as the [Enemic Buster] was advancing on Luiniel. She wanted to move. Wanted to attack, to protect the fiery little Samurai. Instead she found herself gasping for air as an onslaught of powerful emotions joined with her own. Fear, anger, pain, sorrow, hatred, worry, and doubt. Pen found herself fighting with her own defense from the emotions. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she climbed to her feet. Her body burned, the pain in her right arm was almost too much for her to take at the moment. She gritted her teeth, the taste of iron filled her mouth. "Stop it." She told herself, unable to form an inner monologue. "They aren't yours. They don't control you." She repeated over and over.

The [Enemic Buster] Was close enough now to attack, and with his power and level advantage, he would kill Luiniel. The sudden thought of her comrade dying stoked that defiant flame she had burning withing her. "[COVERING]!" Pen snarled, her view point of The Buster changed instantly as her skill initiated the position swap between Luiniel and herself. With Luiniel safely a few meters behind the elite Pen's golden eyes met the two foot ball of fur. In the time span of a blink Pen's left arm shot forward, the edge of her shield connecting with the rabbit's throat, the force of the impact crushed its windpipe and it staggered back, discarding its weapon as it fell back into the snow clutching at its neck. Pen watched as streams of red ichor ran between its teeth and over its lips, covering the pale snow bed. The Guardian climbed weakly to her feet and stared down at the dying creature, looking into its eyes as the it frantically looked around, scared and alone, until the light faded from its eyes and it burst into anime bubbles.

Pen turned, her chest raising and falling heavily, "Lu...you good?" She breathed and gave her a thumbs up.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword

ABILITIES USED: [Anchor Howl](30sec c/d), [Counter Break](30sec c/d),[Covering](15sec c/d)

Words: 958

Notes: I hope this words for you guys. Took me a while to type it up. Also I found a decent connection so I can probably post once a week. I isn't as much as I'd like to, but at least you guys will get stuff from me. Anyway, enjoy.

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TAGS: Saskia, Luiniel, Bailin, Tessia, Spades, Mitsuru Kirishima,

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