Kabboom
very explody
The Heidelisk howled in pain, before being snuffed out with a swift decapitation from the Ciguapa’s sword. The field froze, with confused Guardsmen and Conquerors standing idly, as the Darkborne were held in place, and snuffed out. Soon, the battlefield fell silent, and Teo fell unconscious.
Well, that was easy. Was expecting more of a fight-
The Heidelisk’s slumped over corpse vanished, all right. Along with the other Darkborne corpses. But the Heidelisk stood aloft. And so did the other Darkborne. An illusory death, shielded by the powers of the improbable, the tendrils that deserve not existence. The Dark powers play their twisted cards again.
A few unwary Guardsmen found themselves mauled by the sudden reappearance of the Darkborne at play. They had never died as well; it was all a temporary trick, played by the Heidelisk. A foul trick that some have paid for with their lives, as Dark teeth dig into their fragile flesh. But quickly, the line holds, with Conquerors being the backbone of the field defense force.
A barrage of grenades and crossbow bolts dig into every single being not made out of a recognizable material on the field, a testament to the Conquerors' enormous capacity for firepower. Five Hissbombs slap the Heidelisk, while it was still reeling from the very-real leg strike from Jazmin, and two valiant Guardsmen rescue the unconscious backwards-footed girl. Dragging her back to the outpost, the body was kept mostly unharmed and left to other guardsmen.
The mages on the tower did not accidentally fall asleep mid-battle, too. Ezra's request for consent was left hanging in the air, as the mage-lady Margot concocted another sparkling party trick. Elvish words were whispered into her glowing palm, and lo behold, a rabbit. And everyone knew that it was a rabbit. Because it was the size of two Aymelines. And also bright red with flames spewing from its skin. And also angry. And also flies. So it was a very special rabbit.
The familiar was given one sole task: fuck shit up. Dashing off the battlements, the gigantic fire familiar bore its meager claws and struck at the Heidelisk. Its high-yield fiery torrents clashed vividly with the battle-proven limbs of the Heidelisk, which have all consolidated to protect its face. Fire brushing off of dark chitin, a scythe-limb found its way headed for the familiar's head, but only found the charred nightly air. Flying to its right was the pyro-rabbit familiar, cutting a swathe through the field below, freshly replenished with Runners, Darkwolves and Burrowers of the sort, and returned to vomiting unreal heat into the Heidelisk.
The Heidelisk turned around to face the familiar, ignoring the outpost for now.
Inside, the two Giants rushed to action. Gaheris finally finished locating his two legs and sword (marching long distances in armor and being a literal Giant bearing a gigantic sword with only one functioning arm wears people down quickly), while Tharek has finished forging himself some better loin armor (kilts aren't armor). Seizing the chance, the Giant with the broken arm awkwardly climbed the battlements with one arm, narrowly cutting Guardsmen in half as he crested the wall, while the more sensible kilt-wearing Giant climbed up to the second level. "What can I do?" Tharek queried generally.
From the rear, a flock of Darkwings made their presence known by darting at very high speeds. Guardsmen called those things out, shot a bunch of them down, but a few of them still made it through. Their target was clear. Hurtling towards the second level, shielding their innermost brethren from gunfire and arrows, the Darkwings fall like leaves off of a burning maple tree. Those nearest to Aymeline drew their arms, and cut down a few more, but it was too late. A singular Darkwing made it through, clawing at the Giantess' face. Enough damage to sever her connection with the Network.
Jericho Audaton
What's going on? The Light... he can't sense it anymore.
Shit.
The other Guardsmen, taking Bron up on the offer, pick up grenades from the box. They've already started throwing those things out, although accuracy is not guaranteed. Picking up a Hissbomb himself, Jericho nodded to Bron. The Guardsmen might not have felt it, thanks to their enthusiasm with killing the Heidelisk, but Bron would've most certainly felt the loss in power.
"Well, at least no more Darkborne will be coming to our lighthouse, eh, big man?!" Audaton managed to crack a joke. Guess it can't get any worse. Not in a way that he could fathom. With that said and done, he started rearing his arms and throwing. His grenades flew a fair bit further than the Guardsmen's, barely nipping at the hard carapace near the Heidelisk's base.
"We're gonna need better coordination to kill this thing. You got any suggestions?" Audaton asked the big oni, as he reached for another Hissbomb. A plan was already formulating in his mind, but he didn't like it. Maybe someone else has a better idea.
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Well, that was easy. Was expecting more of a fight-
The Heidelisk’s slumped over corpse vanished, all right. Along with the other Darkborne corpses. But the Heidelisk stood aloft. And so did the other Darkborne. An illusory death, shielded by the powers of the improbable, the tendrils that deserve not existence. The Dark powers play their twisted cards again.
A few unwary Guardsmen found themselves mauled by the sudden reappearance of the Darkborne at play. They had never died as well; it was all a temporary trick, played by the Heidelisk. A foul trick that some have paid for with their lives, as Dark teeth dig into their fragile flesh. But quickly, the line holds, with Conquerors being the backbone of the field defense force.
A barrage of grenades and crossbow bolts dig into every single being not made out of a recognizable material on the field, a testament to the Conquerors' enormous capacity for firepower. Five Hissbombs slap the Heidelisk, while it was still reeling from the very-real leg strike from Jazmin, and two valiant Guardsmen rescue the unconscious backwards-footed girl. Dragging her back to the outpost, the body was kept mostly unharmed and left to other guardsmen.
The mages on the tower did not accidentally fall asleep mid-battle, too. Ezra's request for consent was left hanging in the air, as the mage-lady Margot concocted another sparkling party trick. Elvish words were whispered into her glowing palm, and lo behold, a rabbit. And everyone knew that it was a rabbit. Because it was the size of two Aymelines. And also bright red with flames spewing from its skin. And also angry. And also flies. So it was a very special rabbit.
The familiar was given one sole task: fuck shit up. Dashing off the battlements, the gigantic fire familiar bore its meager claws and struck at the Heidelisk. Its high-yield fiery torrents clashed vividly with the battle-proven limbs of the Heidelisk, which have all consolidated to protect its face. Fire brushing off of dark chitin, a scythe-limb found its way headed for the familiar's head, but only found the charred nightly air. Flying to its right was the pyro-rabbit familiar, cutting a swathe through the field below, freshly replenished with Runners, Darkwolves and Burrowers of the sort, and returned to vomiting unreal heat into the Heidelisk.
The Heidelisk turned around to face the familiar, ignoring the outpost for now.
Inside, the two Giants rushed to action. Gaheris finally finished locating his two legs and sword (marching long distances in armor and being a literal Giant bearing a gigantic sword with only one functioning arm wears people down quickly), while Tharek has finished forging himself some better loin armor (kilts aren't armor). Seizing the chance, the Giant with the broken arm awkwardly climbed the battlements with one arm, narrowly cutting Guardsmen in half as he crested the wall, while the more sensible kilt-wearing Giant climbed up to the second level. "What can I do?" Tharek queried generally.
From the rear, a flock of Darkwings made their presence known by darting at very high speeds. Guardsmen called those things out, shot a bunch of them down, but a few of them still made it through. Their target was clear. Hurtling towards the second level, shielding their innermost brethren from gunfire and arrows, the Darkwings fall like leaves off of a burning maple tree. Those nearest to Aymeline drew their arms, and cut down a few more, but it was too late. A singular Darkwing made it through, clawing at the Giantess' face. Enough damage to sever her connection with the Network.
Jericho Audaton
What's going on? The Light... he can't sense it anymore.
Shit.
The other Guardsmen, taking Bron up on the offer, pick up grenades from the box. They've already started throwing those things out, although accuracy is not guaranteed. Picking up a Hissbomb himself, Jericho nodded to Bron. The Guardsmen might not have felt it, thanks to their enthusiasm with killing the Heidelisk, but Bron would've most certainly felt the loss in power.
"Well, at least no more Darkborne will be coming to our lighthouse, eh, big man?!" Audaton managed to crack a joke. Guess it can't get any worse. Not in a way that he could fathom. With that said and done, he started rearing his arms and throwing. His grenades flew a fair bit further than the Guardsmen's, barely nipping at the hard carapace near the Heidelisk's base.
"We're gonna need better coordination to kill this thing. You got any suggestions?" Audaton asked the big oni, as he reached for another Hissbomb. A plan was already formulating in his mind, but he didn't like it. Maybe someone else has a better idea.
-robert- Trappy Soviet Panda Pilgrim59 Epiphany PsychoticOne Octo Girl SilverFlight LoneSniper87 ShadeAlucard Midrick Unwavering Knight Spireshade hostage Slop Inheritance Taraninja16 QizPizza