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Dadramora took advantage of the distraction and started healing himself. He watched as Walter ferociously attacked Goria, but was disheartened to see Goria easily avoiding and even laughing at the demon. He wasn't trying yet, and might not for awhile. This was bad. Goria countered with a vicious kick aimed at Walter's head, and Dadramora lunged forward after he was done healing to block the blow. He did, but Goria immediately followed through with an attack that broke three of Dadramora's fingers. He healed them quickly, then stood next to the demon. "So, think we should fall back?" He asked through rapid breathing.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Kavanah felt useless here now. The man seemed to be doing fine, and it seemed as though the Fiin's general just turned on them. He looked over to see Walter, his 'step-brother', struggling to fight Goria. Kavanah's body tensed up for a moment as the anticipation to fight grew. He flexed his body and a coating of light magic covered him like a membrane that acted as a shield. He flew over to the two with charged dark and light balls of energy. He hurled them at Goria.
Fighting these warriors was fun, Goria had to admit that. But when the bird boy attacked him, it just annoyed him. His magic shield was failing, and a bit of the attack had hit him and wounded his body. Goria blew Dadramora away and kicked Walter in the stomach. Then he turned on Kavanah.
"I should have killed you in the mountains." He said coldly. Then he lept at Kavanah as quickly as he could which was at half the speed of light. His body cursed at him and his shield failed. Goria summoned a gauntlet with claws on the back on his hand and punched straight at Kavanah's heart, a killing blow if it landed.
Kavanah smirked as he melted away into Goria's shadow. He reappeared behind him, "As I should have killed you there. Saved me some time it would have." he threw more balsa of energy that exploded before making conntact, making evasion much more difficult.
This man was tough. His eyes had gone from the asterisk shape to a blank disc. That's the best way to describe it. It was the same color as his eyes had been before, but now the iris and pupil were seperated by a thin line and the pupil was the color of the asterisk. He was much stronger and faster, and had even managed to break Zaleth's armor in a few places. His helm was crushed, but he could repair it with magic later. But Zaleth at full power had managed to mess him up as well. The man's left arm was broken in three places, and blood was steadily dripping off of his left leg through his torn uniform. A deep sword wound to the upper thigh cut to the bone was the source, and the man was running out of strength. He was breathing heavily, and blood trickled out of the side of his mouth.
Nobody know what weapons World War III will be fought with, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones. -Albert Einstein
Kavanah, stand clear!" Dadramora screamed. He didn't know if he and Walter could kill Goria, but he didn't want to get anybody else involved when they could be fighting the Finn below.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"Don't be a fool!" he called back. Dadramora and Walter were strong, but alone they stood no chance. They needed each other. "Walter," he smiled, "You ready?"
Roland and the other forces with him managed to defeat the remaining Fiin in his area. Blood covered his armor and face as he sighed heavily taking a bit of time to rest. But rest was not welcomed long, just as quickly as it had come, it left. Another group of Fiin seemed to be centered around a fairly small area. It was quite odd.
Roland, fearing that they may be hanging up on an ally or comrade, took his small band to the group to dismantle it.
Gwilym huffed as he barely managed to dodge a powerful sword slice. He had multiple scratches and cuts. He had reached his limit. He used a small bit of magic he had left to send a wave of earth up and out. The Fiin around him were sent tumbling over. The Fiin farther from him, however where not effected. One jumped over the circular earth barrier and raised his axe in preparation to finish the kneeling Gwilym. He was kneeling from exhaustion at this point, sweat streamed down his face and his body shook from the strain. He accepted defeat and death.
As he watched the Fiin, however, a spear head extruded from it's chest. The Fiin dropped its ace and starred down in disbelief. Not only had the spear penetrated his armor, but he was shocked that he had been killed by it. As the spear head exited the chest the Fiin fell to reveal a soldier covered in blood, dried and moist. He straightened himself and jabbed his spear again into the head of the fallen Fiin.
As gwilym looked around, he noticed that now all the thathad been attacking him had began to be slaughtered by this band of soldiers on blue. He struggled to stand, but by using his sword as a cane, he managed. He was at a loss of words. Normally a human would not bother to risk their safety for his own.
Roland straightened himself and starred at the Stellio in front of him. He didn't know they were in Avaleur... It was rather prequiler, as they tended to be shy and stick to their own species. He nodded at the man offering his hand, "It'll be easier if we all fight together. Don't let our race get in the way of our ideals. I can tell we want the same thing. Help me," he urged.
((so no one gets confused: this takes place over in the area where maureth has been fighting. The group that Devan was leading. Note, it is not in the same area as Goria, or the Min/Avaleur/Paineston group that just defeated the Fiin in their area. However, it is within a short running distance.))
Devan stumbled around as he finished off his men. He collapsed to the ground and laughed hysterically up into the air. "This is fun!" he called. He, with the help of some flying demon's curse, and Maureth, had dismantled his large group. The rest of the Hydra would be able to deal with the other, reinforcement, groups. It was not looking too well for Goria, the 'god', would soon find himself trapped with no where to hide. He would run again. That was Devan's assumption.
He sighed as he looked himself over. If he laid still, one would guess him as dead. Bones showed in several places and his flesh was even rotting in some places. Blood slowly oozed from some of his larger wounds that the Fiin had caused him in their last try at survival. This seemed to be the end of him, he wasn't a healer after all. And he doubted anyone here would heal him.
Maureth was breathing heavily, and he had bags underneath his eyes. He turned and examined the battlefield, taking an innitial estimate of casualties. It seemed as if the allied forces were battered to the point of splintering, and the Fiin were all dead. Then he took a closer look. If he did his estimation correctly, then there were only about twenty thousand Fiin bodies here. Where were the rest. Maureth looked over at where Goria had been, a large hill of sorts, and used his new eyes to their full potential. He was shocked to find the hill was hollow, except for the few inches of earth covering the rest of the Fiin army. Maureth swore and immediately departed towards who he thought was the leader. He glanced over at a man lying on the ground, and felt sympathy for him as he realized it was Devan Maureth wished he could heal him, then was surprised that Devan's wounds started healing as if on cue. "What the hell is wrong with me?!" Maureth asked himself loudly.
Within a few minutes, he got to Roland and the lizard man. "You!" He screamed pointing at Roland. "The hill! Attack the hill!" He screamed. Maybe this man could rally what was left of the army to a victory.
Post by Namari Lovelle on Apr 2, 2012 14:16:26 GMT -5
The elven woman fought through the oposing army with a slight dificulty. She hadn't fought in a war in a while, not to mention she was used to fighting only a few at a time. The woman had managed to grow slightly dis-attached from the rest of the army, so she fought the Viin a fair ways away. "God dammit..." she muttered. "Shoulda taken Dadramora's offer up with gaining my arm back..."
She slashed at the enemies one by one, making her way slowly back towards more of Avaleurs army.
Sanaki sat cross-legged focusing near a group of soldiers healing their wounds all at once, they stared at their wounds as they closed up and recovered on their own, he had decided to ignore most of the fighting and gathered troops to heal giving them hope to return home.
He kept this up till one of the soldiers tapped him on shoulder and nodded his head towards Namari "Should we help her sir?" he asked looking to see if they would return to fighting soon; "Well what do you think? of course we should!" he stood up and looked at the main 'group' "You head back to the fight and, um...you three ah.." he snapped his fingers a few times trying to think of their names "Ah yes Vincent, Kent, and um...Marcus, i trust you so your with me" he 'teleported' next to Namari "Well hello there" he announced joining in the fight, plunging his rapier into an enemy 'right off the bat' "Would you like a hand?"
Devan laughed, the man from the ally had healed him. It was rather ironic, he knew the man would have rather killed him that day, but perhaps he had warmed up. He decided to lay on the ground though, and wait for the 'poison' to kill. Soon the hydra would be inside the hill, and no one would make it out of there.
Roland looked at the hill, it did seem to be 'built'. He was shocked that he had missed it actually.
He immediately planned something to get them in, then he realized, why get in? He can up with a better idea and whisked throughout the troops to rally them.
Rez was struggling to contain himself, but the Fiin had been defeated. Now it was time to focus on Goria. He looked for the 'god' but instead felt the large amount of life coming from the hill. He felt the ground and, sure enough, there were enemy troops within it. He was on his way to fight them when he saw Sanaki.
Threw a fireball, which melted the enemy's helmet and head, as he approached his friend. His loud and numerous voices voice boomed as he smiled, "I hope you do not mind my joining?"
Post by Namari Lovelle on Apr 3, 2012 5:41:13 GMT -5
Namari smirked, "Ahh, that would be nice I suppose! Have you ever been in a war?" She slashed out at the enemies, over and over again. She turned to Rez when she spotted him, and laughed. "I don't think any person in their right mind would refuse a little bit of extra help right now!"