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Coliseum Boss Battle
Topic Started: Mar 13 2011, 04:29 PM (1,715 Views)
Jet Blackbeard
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Bear scanned the crowd but it was difficult to pick out anyone in particular within the roiling mass of humanity. Somewhere ahead of him, off to the right, someone was unleashing some pretty potent magic. First a wind spell, then lightning. "A Spell Warden." Bear reckoned.

The soldiers were still in disarray but If they were allowed to rally together in the midst of this confusion they'd make trouble for the hapless souls of Lower City. Even if they were responsible for this riot the Viking couldn't help but feel that he and the other Air Pirates were ultimately to blame for this violence.

Like a flame that set off a powder keg the Blue Rogues had given the people of Lower City this opportunity to vent a great deal of pent-up resentment and hostility upon their upper class neighbors. The soldiers would eventually put down this uprising, killing many and punishing even more for this transgression once it was done.

Bear felt it was his duty to fight the soldiers on their behalf and balance the scales a bit. He started in the direction of where the magic had been unleased. And yet before he could find its source Bear came across a scene that gave him pause and made him realize that some among the denizens of Lower City surely deserved to be punished.

Pushing through the crowd he caught sight of a small mob of men standing around the prone form of a woman dressed in finery fit for any noble lady. They were several yards away but the Glacian could see the terror on the woman's face as plain as day and hear the harsh laughter and cruel words of the men clearly enough.

Bear instantly recognized their ilk. They were thugs, plain and simple. Alley-bashers and cut-purses the likes of which infested the darkened corners of every city and town. Always on the look out for someone to prey upon these men were clearly taking full advantage of the chaos to ply their criminal trade in broad daylight.

Squaring his shoulders the burly Viking began walking in their direction, picking up speed with every step. With a gutteral shout he drew the attention of the hoodlums, stealing it away from the frightened woman and bringing it to rest solely on him. With a snort of disgust one of them, the obvious ringleader, sent four of the men to intercept Bear.

The first charged blindly towards Bear, unwisely outpacing the others in his haste. The towering Viking raised his foot into the man's face, stomping him to the ground without breaking stride. Bear felt the man's ribs buckle under his weight as he trod upon his chest.

The next man to reach Bear was armed with the sword of a fallen soldier. He raised it to strike but the Viking's attack fell more swiftly. With a powerful backhanded stroke Bear's axe shattered the iron blade. The heavy moonstone blade carried through, cleaving into the neck of the surprised thug and sweeping him aside like a rag doll.

The gruesome death of his comrade slowed the third man but did not stop him. He shifted his course and came at Bear's left side, wisely avoiding the deadly axe. Unfortunately for him the mighty Glacian's empty hand was just as effective as the one that held his weapon. Now running at full-tilt the Viking's arm swept out, catching the oncoming thug across his shoulders. The force of the impact literally spun him head over heels and sent him crashing to the ground in a heap.

With the raging Glacing now only a few paces away from their leader the fourth man stopped, blocking Bear's path with his body. He raised a crude wooden cudgel over his head, preparing to strike. Without slowing his charge Bear lowered his head and barreled into the thug like a battering ram, driving the wind from his lungs and knocking him unconscious.

Raising himself from the ground Bear dusted off his clothing and faced the thug's leader. He was obviously stunned at how handily the Viking had dispatched his men but he had quickly recovered his poise and now held the noblewoman hostage.

"I'd stop right there if I were you." He warned, pressing the blade of a dagger to the woman's throat. The woman whimpered in terror. Her eyes pleaded silently for help while those of her captor blazed with malice. "Get his axe." He ordered, turning to the two men he had left.

With fear in their eyes the two remaining thugs edged towards Bear. "You want my axe? Well, then.......here, CATCH!" Bear roared, hurling the weapon at one of the men. It flipped end over end and embedded itself in his skull. The man was dead before his body hit the ground.

The last thug's eyes wandered first to Bear, then to his fallen comrade and finally to his leader. Without a word he turned tail and ran, disappearing into the crowd. The leader called obsenities after him but the Viking could only grin.

"Looks like it's just you and me now lad." He growled. "Just you and me."
Edited by Jet Blackbeard, Mar 24 2011, 10:06 PM.
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Illyrian looked up from contemplating the girl to see the massive fellow in the strange armor approaching them, covered in blood and easily hefting a large poleaxe. "I hope as much, myself," he replied courteously. "Come and welcome." He glanced back down at Alba, wondering how such a one as her could have thought to get tangled up in all this nonsense. "I suspect she is... but that is easily remedied." He placed a hand on her forehead and muttered a single word, "Sacrulen," and she was enveloped by a pure green light that healed all her injuries and banished the apprehension from her mind.

"Proper introductions will have to wait, I believe," the mage went on, standing up and pulling Alba to her feet. "I am Illyrian, this is Alba." He looked down, spotted another officer among those whom he had electrified to death shortly before; his hand still gripped his weapon, a lighter blade than the others that had survived the magical destruction thanks to its higher-quality make. "You would do better with his blade, lass," Illyrian told Alba, pointing at the dead man and his sword, "but I leave the choice to you." He walked over and lightly kicked the blade away from the corpse, then turned to survey the rest of the arena.

That furry fellow was still holding his own, and the guard with the Purple magic was doing likewise; guardsmen and soldiers were still pouring into the arena from every angle, and the Black Mage couldn't help but chuckle at their impending deaths. He held aloft his Blue Moonstone, and it swiftly grew brighter than the sun, illuminating the whole arena in its cool light...

Begin S-Move: Might of the Blue Moon

"Now is the time!" Illyrian shouted, thrusting his hand into the air, the Blue Moonstone a veritable star in his fingers. "Blue Winds! Give us your strength and your speed!" There was a flash of blue light, and the five resistors would find themselves bolstered with greater strength and speed than before. Unlike normal spells it did not have a time limit; it would last until you fainted or died, or Illyrian dispelled it himself at the end of combat.

End S-Move

The Black Mage lowered his hand, his robes swirling about him in the winds that remained from the technique. "Death from above, death from below, death from all sides... life to the harbingers," he said to himself. "Come, let us show these fools who they're messing with," and he strode forward, dagger in hand and a grim look in his eye, to meet the nearest swarm of enemies. He moved with an almost divine speed, his dagger punching clear through the armor of the guards; which blows he could not dodge or block seemed to have no effect, both from the spell and from the armor he wore beneath his robes.

He wasn't afraid to fight dirty, either, as he used dead bodies for shields and threw men into each other willy-nilly. In seconds their charge was halted, leaving plenty of space for Roarke and Alba to move in themselves or retreat to another section of the arena.
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Daiohma dashed towards the center of the coliseum, the huge man was in clear sight.
He looked somewhat like a viking, something he had only ever heared stories off from the other guards and captains in the Valuan armarda. Who was he, why did he free pirates?
These questions where on the back of his mind as the main thing was that this man was fighting to help lower Valua from this onslaught of madness for the guards.

As Daiohma was running a body fell before him. No time to stop he jumped over it and landed just in time to see another captain, his blade drawn and stained with blood.
'Captain Daiohma, my my are you in trouble'
A captain of the same rank, a man who joined up for the 'fun' of killing others.

'Do you not think killing our own is wrong?' Asked Daiohma, gazing at the bloody weapon in the mans hand.
'Wrong? Whats wrong about it? These are not people, only lower scum, ha ha'
The captain raised his blade.
Daiohma felt sick from hearing the mans words.

The Captain pointed his blade at Daiohma, as he did 3 more guards came from the shadows and approached Daiohma.
He had already taken down a few guards, he would be punished either way.
What angered him was the fact that he knew one of these guards was originally from lower Valua.

The first two guards charged at him, Daiohma swung his gauntlet wedging one of the guards blades between its claws. Twisting his arm the claws of the gauntlet snapped the blade like a twig. The guard shock at the power of the weapon. Al of a sudden a noise came fast from behind, Daiohma ducked just in time as the second guard that came from behind thrust his blade into the other guard in front of Daiohma.
Shocked from accidental stabbing another guard the man stood there.
Daiohma raised from his position, swinging his gauntlet claws into the second mans head taking it clean of his body. both guards fell to the floor.

'Well? go get him' The captain called out to the only guard left standing.
The last guard slowly edged closer to Daiohma, knowing the level difference in skill that it would only be a matter of time before he too was killed by the cold hearted Daiohma.

'Your from lower Valua, yet you kill your own kind.' Daiohma's words hit home on the man.
Their eyes locked as they walked in a circular motion, both with weapons at the ready.
'Give up your sword, and I will not kill you.' Said Daiohma as he held out his hand.
The man was shaking as he passed his sword to Daiohma, his blood stained sword.
Daiohma took the sword from the guard.
'You won't kill me,right..' the guard said as he was still shaking.
Daiohma smiled at the man, 'I won't kill you.'
As he said this he kicked the man off the edge of the coliseum into a large group of men from lower Valua. 'Can't talk for them tho.'

Daiohma turned to the captain, 'you ready?' He raised his gauntlet as it started to glow purple.

Begin S-Move: Icicle Blade

The air around Daiohma suddenly grew cold.
His gauntlet shone purple with the power of the moon stone.
Daiohma's rage and hatred was channeled into his gauntlet, causing the moon stones ice power to lose control. the gauntlet and his whole arm became encased in the ice of the purple moon. The tip of the claws became a huge ice scythe.
He dashed at the opponent with lighting speed.
'Prepare for your final rest!'
Daiohma slashes the captain in half, dead the second the scythe of ice hit him.

End S-Move

Daiohma took a second to realise what he had just done,
sometimes the gauntlets seems like it has a mind of its own when his own anger and rage towards his opponents becomes too much.

The other captain and his guards where dead, that was that.
Daiohma turned to see if the huge man he was making his way to was still there.
He was, but he was surrounded by men from lower Valua.
What was going on, last time he looked the man was fighting guards?

He ran over just in time to see the man kill all but one of the men.
It was clear that they where thugs. Daiohma had run into thugs before when he patrolled lower Valua. Scum was all they where. He knew thugs like them caused nothing but trouble for lower Valua.

The huge viking had used his axe, embedded in a thugs head.
He could use the help Daiohma thought.

He was only a few feet from the man, both of them did not seem to notice him as he came from behind the thug. His claws ripped into the back of the man, they sliced though his body like paper. The thug was dead, his lifeless body slipped of the claws and onto the ground.

Taking a second to get his thoughts together Daiohma looked up at the viking.
A moment of silence, he had alot of questions but only one would determine what he would do next. Daiohma stood in his own attack position, his claws raised and ready.
'Blue Rogue or Black Pirate?'
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Alba could barely comprehend what was going around her, the trace amounts of the earlier panika (cast by Dihoma) effecting her weakened psyce greatly. She saw everything going on around her and nearly went insane, at least until the cloud over her mind suddenly cleared of the aprehension she had been feeling.

"I'm fine... Just scared." She abandoned the sword she had for the rapier that the nobleman had pointed out. She scrambled to her feet before she realized who that man was. "Illrian?!" She ignored the other man and moved over to the man, shielding her eyes against the glow as she fell, her ankle grabbed by a lower Valuan who looked like death. Screaming, she stabbed at him and kept stabbing untill his face was no more.

Now even more jaded, Alba moved to Illrian's side. "I...I'll help..." She shivvered as she aimed the rapier at the crowd and used it as a focus for her magic, sending out a wave of electricity towards them in a beam. It was rather effective, passing through those that it hit. A trick she had learned from Alihandro and modified recently. It worked but it was tiring and it could be improved greatly. At best it was a minor trick used by the desperate. At worst it was a parlor trick.

"This doesn't seem right..." This hellish display of slaughter, of fighting without any restraint or humanity, that was something that Alba could not really comprehend. She could understand a riot in which the fighters would defined and they were kept like that, one side fighting the other. This was not that. Alba could easily see Lowers attacking each other, as well as guards and nobles killing each other. This was not war. It was chaos.

Worse, the... things that lived under Valua. The things that were once human or never was human, the type of things that mothers told to children at night to scare them into sleeping, were ascending into the surface of Valua, attracted by all this chaos. She saw one monsterous thing, a transparent white thing with skulls bouncing around it. That scared the crap out of her. "M-m-m-maybe we should leave s-soon..." She was starting to get terrorfied again.

Then she stopped feeling scared, that was surprising. Maybe the fear was so intense she could not feel it anymore but whatever the reason, fear was not a part of her any more. "Wierd..."
Edited by Raiu, Mar 28 2011, 07:42 PM.
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“Roarke.” He responded gruffly, if not harshly.

His gaze passed between the young woman and the mage, signs of consideration and judgment being traded for each other as he listened to their words and watched their actions. Concern for Alba was clear—growing into a deeper concern as she stabbed the figure until his face was all-but-destroyed—but it couldn’t persist; this world around them had reached something bellow war, and a man needed to stay focused to not be consumed alive.

"Now is the time!" Illyrian shouted, thrusting his hand into the air, the Blue Moonstone a veritable star in his fingers. "Blue Winds! Give us your strength and your speed!"

Roarked turned and watched the mage channel some particular magic, and advance upon the guards acting as the other half of his dagger all too well. He moved around like a serpent, fang striking out, and dragging corpses to obey his next move in battle. In short order he ended the rush made upon him, making a retreat safe for Alba and Rorake.

Of course, that would have been just fine if guards were all that they were to face that day.

"M-m-m-maybe we should leave s-soon..."

Roarke turned to see what had frightened Alba so. The meer sight of it caused Roarke to take half-a-step back, and rumble a growl.

“I’m not looking to play the hero. Not today.” He muttered, drawing his weapon into both hands in a stable defensive pose. “I never seen anything like that before during my time here on Arcadia, but I don’t take kindly to it. Master Mage, I’m inclined to agree with the young miss.”

Roarke saw a pair of guards move towards the group, and he brought his Darkmoon around in a swift spin, tilting his weight to direct his sideways dance. One’s weapon was pulled away, another was pushed back. Roarke judged again, paths drawn in his mind between the count of two. He shifted his weight, and as soon as his foot hit the ground again, he changed his dance. The black blade leapt out and cut the guard across the chest, seamlessly blending into a gracefully incision into the next man’s neck. Not wasting a moment, his eyes danced over the battlefield. Before the two bodies hit the ground, he safely determined that they were clear for the time being.

“Come on, Alba!” He roared the words, “Illyrian bought us a retreat, but I wouldn’t count on it for long!”
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The last of the thugs had obviously attained his leadership position by being smarter and more skillful than his cohorts. Both of these facts became apparent in the first few moments that Bear faced him.

Realizing that he could hardly drag the noblewoman through the crowd and out the gates to make his getaway the thug quickly cast her aside and focused his attention on Bear. He held his knife at the ready and lowered his body into some semblance of a martial stance.

Bear lunged towards the fallen man to retrieve his axe but the thug cut him off and forced him back with a series of rapid slashes. He grinned fiercely as the Viking retreated and raised his fists, the only weapons he would be allowed in this confrontation.

The thug sauntered slowly back and forth in front of his fallen comrade, holding Bear at bay. In return the Viking watched and waited for an opening in the man's defense. Clearly a skilled street fighter the thug wasn't leaving many. He kept his arms close to his body with his blade ready to strike. He was patient, waiting for Bear to make the first move.

Suddenly Bear felt himself being rejuvinated. Strength flooded his limbs and emboldened his spirit. Had he gained his second wind? Empowered by his unknown ally (Illyrian) Bear decided to take a chance and bring the thug down quickly. He charged forward, risking the blade in an attempt to overpower the smaller man. In response the thug's blade lashed out, drawing a crimson line across the Viking's chest.

It was a shallow wound that would not impede a man so large as Bear. Ignoring the pain his powerful hands reached for the thug's throat. Instead Bear found the man's foot being planted firmly on his chest, preventing him from closing the gap. With one solid shove the thug tore himself out of Bear's grasp and pushed them apart.

Bear gave the thug a nod of recognition. This would not be an easy fight and a part of him was beginning to enjoy the encounter. The thug grinned in smug satisfaction and the two men began their brutal dance once again.

Bear made a series of feints at his opponent, testing his defenses, but for his part the thug seemed content to keep the Viking at a distance. He made no move to attack but he wasn't running away either. What was he waiting for?

After a few moments Bear got his answer as his vision began to blur and a wave of naseua washed over him. His steps faltered and his stomach churned. "What's wrong? Feeling a little out of sorts?" The thug laughed. "Was it something you ate maybe? Or maybe....it was the bite from my little friend here."

Bear eyed the thug's dagger nervously. His hand dropped to feel the wound it had made and came back coated with a foul smelling green goo. He'd been poisoned!

Adrenaline still raced through his body, carrying with it whatever toxin the thug had coated his blade with. The potent combination disoriented Bear, causing the world to swim before his eyes. He shooks his head in an attempt to clear his vision.

The thug's grin widened. This was the moment he'd been waiting for! Like a wolf pouncing upon a wounded animal the thug lunged forward, his dagger seeking Bear's heart.

He'd only taken a couple of steps before he pitched forward, falling face first to the ground. From behind him stalked a Valuan guard, his weapon dripping with gore. The Viking felt his spirits plunge at the appearance of this new opponent.

Bear stooped to retrieve his axe but knew he was in no shape to use it. The act of rising to his feet caused his head to swim. He nearly passed out but through sheer force of will remained standing. He wobbled slightly as he faced the Valuan soldier.

"Blue Rogue or Black Pirate?" The question caught him off guard. Did it really matter as far as the Armada was concerned?

"I'm a Blue Rogue. Bear of Glacia at your service." Bear introduced himself. "And who might you be lad?"

(OOC - This begins the fourth round and I think it'd be worthwhile to start fighting together now. The Bleigock that Raiu introduced is a good team-building focus but I'd prefer that we didn't kill it. I have something in mind for that later on. EDIT: Or you can avoid the Bleigock and continue fighting NPCs. Either way I'd like it to survive until Round Six.)
Edited by Jet Blackbeard, Mar 31 2011, 04:33 PM.
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"Surrender or die," Illyrian said easily, brandishing his dagger as the guards backed up momentarily. They had not expected to be stopped so suddenly by a mere mage; obviously they had no idea who he was. "I really couldn't care which one you choose, it's all the same to me. If you value your lives, however, I would cut your losses and run. Quickly." He gestured behind him, at the lumbering blob. "That thing doesn't care who or what you are; it's hungry, all it sees is food, all around it."

The guards backed up again, some of them seeming about to lose it and run off, when a fresh wave of soldiers poured into the area, Spell Wardens among them. Three of these sorcerous warriors floated toward the group surrounding Illyrian, and the lesser men got out of their way. "Who's th- oh, Lord Telcondera," the one in the leader sneered. "Finally let your true colors shine, eh?"

"Not at all," Illyrian replied calmly, clutching his Yellow Moonstone behind his back; it swiftly grew bright as the stars again, but the group facing him would only see a random glow beginning to surround the black-clad mage. "The arena guards were slaughtering the Lower Valuans; I merely chose to even the odds. Do you wish to die as well?"

"Not hardly," the Warden scoffed. "We're no mere guards; we are Spell Wardens of the Armada, and you will burn before us!" They raised their staves to cast spells, but Illyrian was faster; again he thrust the Moonstone to the sky, and queer yellow light emanated out from him, enveloping the whole arena. 'Drilnos!' he cried as the light flashed, then drained away downward. The guards and Wardens suddenly found their strength sapped and their reflexes slowed, though a very few of them (those with stronger magical inclination, plus the Bleigock) managed to resist the effects, and the five who fought against the tide were of course spared entirely.

Not the enemies closest to Illyrian, naturally. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you are the ones who will burn today," he told them with a sadistic smile, stepping forward; his dagger now gleamed red, and they tensed up in anticipation of being cut down. Instead, fireballs came out of nowhere, incinerating them all. "Next," the Black Mage muttered, turning his back on them and heading once again for the center.

By some miracle the way was clear, and Illyrian and his two allies had a relatively open road toward Bear and Daioh. "Gentlemen, it would seem we are on the same side," the Black Mage said as he came up on them. "I am Illyrian, this is Roarke and Alba," and he gestured at the huge man and the girl in turn. A glance at Bear indicated he was in bad shape, but Illyrian could not spare any magic for him; Silver spells drained him more than the other lines, due to his lack of skill in that area.

Hopefully I have one of those, he thought, digging in his pouch. Fortunately he did, and he pulled out a Curia crystal and handed it to the Viking. "Make haste, sir, we will not be left alone for long," he explained, although the monster from the sewers was doing an admirable job of distracting the guards for the moment. That done he turned and headed off into the melee, avoiding the monster and approaching another slew of guards, contemplating how to get them out of his way.

"They told us it were just a buncha pirates," one of the guards muttered as they marched on the peasants. "Ain't no such thing! Lower Valua's in an uprisin' an' there's mercenaries helpin' 'em! Where'd they get the money, s'what I wanna know!"

"Ain't no money, they're jus' doin' it fer fun I bet," one of his mates replied, unaware of Illyrian approaching them from behind. "Damn sadists..." He would have kept going, but the man in front came to an abrupt stop, and all the men behind crashed into each other. The reason was simple; a small point of pulsating red light had appeared before them, slowly growing larger.

The guards stopped and marveled at it, wondering what it could be as it expanded and contracted, growing brighter all the while. At least until a Spell Warden happened along. "You fools! Get away from there, it's a-!" he started screaming, but before he could finish the Pyrulen exploded in a vast sea of fire, incinerating scores of guards at once and sending others flying through the air in flames. The arena shuddered from the force of the explosion, though the five resistors were unscathed by the flames; not by the flying bodies, though those were easier to dodge especially with the enhancements Illyrian had cast on them all from before.

The huge fireball winked out of existence, leaving a charred circle where it had been. "Aw... no crater," Illyrian pouted, sounding genuinely distressed. "Stupid fire spells..." He glared about, looking for someone else to render into gibbets, as if his failure to create a hole in the ground was someone else's fault and a personal affront to the Black Mage's honor.

At least until he was stabbed in the back, anyway, by a stray guard who had taken his chance and moved in. The spells and the mail underneath his robe had prevented it from being lethal, but it still hurt like anything and he could feel the wound bleeding; he cried out and fell to one knee, and the victorious guard raised his blade again to cut the man's head off.

((Just in case it wasn't clear, that Might of the Blue Moon thing affected all five of our characters, a combination Quicka and Incremus; not just Illyrian.))
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"I'm a Blue Rogue. Bear of Glacia at your service." Bear introduced himself. "And who might you be lad?"

Daiohma lowered his claws and extended his hand to help the viking up.
'I'm Captain Daioh of the Valuan Armada.'

He could tell that the viking was also fighting for what he felt he had to do.
Taking note that Bear had been poisoned he checked his pocket for anything that could help the viking.
'Here, take this.' Daiohma said passing Bear a Sacres Crystal,
'I have nothing to stop the poison but this should keep you going for a while,
we need all the help we can get.'

Daiohma knew that Bear was probably wondering why a Valuan Captain was fighting against Valua, then again he seemed to have a care free feeling about him. As Long as they had the same goal nothing else really mattered.

Just as Bear had taken the Sacres Crystal the two where surrounded by a surprise group of guards lead by a spell warden. Daiohma got back into his battle stance, he could not let them attack a man that was poisoned. Daiohma had to buy Bear some time to use the Sacres Crystal.

Daiohma quickly looked around at the guards. He could make out that there where two different teams here, but only one spell warden in charge? There had to be another.
'I do not wish to fight, but If I must then I will.' Said Daiohma turning to face the Spell Warden.

The Spell warden only replied by causing the air around him to heat up, a red based attack was about to be unleashed. Daiohma put himself between Bear and the Warden.
'Increm' called out the Warden. The Guard behind them was hit by Increm.

'Well I guess that makes up an even match now' Said Daiohma looking over his shoulder at the guard. He turned back to face the Spell Warden, 'But that's enough out of you!'

He raised his Claws into the air, the purple moonstone shone bright.
'Sylenis' The Warden was hit by the spell, no longer able to use his magic he charged at Daiohma. His weapon made contact with Daiohma's, sparks flew into the air.
Daiohma knew he had to act fast before the others moved in to attack.
With a powerful kick he landed his metal boot into the Wardens stomach winding him.
The Warden fell to the ground, Daiohma quickly jabbed his claws into the fallen man's face.

Two of the guards charged Daiohma from behind, he grabbed the fallen Wardens staff and swung it round at the two guards. The staff missed the first guard but made him take a step back, the second was not so lucky as the staff sliced his head clean off.

Daiohma then tightened his fist and slammed his gauntlet into the ground.
'Crystales' Ice came shooting out of the ground into the guard, impaling him where he stood.
The third guard ran at both Bear and Daiohma, His sword was at the ready. This was the guard that had Increm used on him. He leaped at Bear but by some miracle Daiohma managed to get between the two as if someone had used Quika on him. Not knowing where this power had come from he also noticed that his body felt like it also had some trace of Incream itself. The Guard jabbed his sword at Daiohma, the strikes where fast but thanks to the Quika he could dodge them just as fast as the guard jabbed at him.

With the Gard's attacks seeming slow to him he could make out a mage in the distance,
could he of been the one to cast this spell? There was no time to wonder about this as the guard only seemed to care about taking them both down.
If I take down that pirate I will be rewarded!' The Guard said in a maniacal voice,
'and if I kill you captain, I could take your place! hahaha'

Daiohma took this chance, the guard was obviously not focused on the way he attacked, only on jabbing like a mad man. Daiohma locked the Gard's sword with his claws.
'Time to die' The words that came from Daiohma where cold.
He punched the guard in the stomach.
'Was that supposed to hurt? Ha' The guard laughed

'Just giving you back what is yours.' Daiohma unlocked his claws from the guards sword and took a few steps back. The guard looked down at his torso armor, there was a small bag attached to him. He quickly checked his pocket where he was keeping a Pyri Box.
It was not there, thanks to the mixed Quika spell that had effected Daiohma he used the new speed to take the Gard's Pyri Box and attach it to the front of him.
Before her knew it the bag was glowing red, it all happened in a matter of seconds.
The bag explodes and the guard had gone, all that was left was his boots and a pile of ash.

Daiohma turned to see how Bear was doing, helping him to his feet.
The Sacres Crystal seemed to of helped him, but unless the poison was healed he would not make it far.

Just then they both saw a group of 3 others run towards them.
Daiohma raised his gauntlet.

"Gentlemen, it would seem we are on the same side," Called out the Black Mage.
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Alba, being the unsure and horridly scared woman that she was, tried to stay as close to the most powerful member of their group as was safe. She considered Illyrian the strongest member and, for the most part, she was right. She also did not want to try to think about what was going on around her.

Like that was ever going to happen. Alba could not help but see the people fight and kill each other, some just striking out at anyone near them, others aparently trying to settle debts. The air was practicly ringing with the screams and yells of the fighting and the dying, the groans of those from the catacombs only added to the symphony of death. Mixed in with all this was the warm and coppery smell of blood, and the putrid smell of human excretement. No a battle field was no place for a human being. That Alba was sure of.

She could hardly keep track of everything that was going on. Between the huge Bleigock and the shear damage that was happeneing as well as the clusters of fight Valuans threatened to overload her mind. Even the large explosions were lost on her, just becoming background noise in the battle. Voices became mixed in with all the others and it was only when Illyrian went down that she noticed the guard behind them.

If Illyrian died then the best chance for her survival would have died as well. It was that simple bit of logic which compelled Alba to save Illyrian. She intercepted the decapitation blow with her sword and engaged the guard. He had a heavier blade but her's was made to pierce armor and she had the power of magic on her side, as well as the boost that Illyrian gave her.

As such, another soul was to weigh down Alba's soul. She pulled the blade out from the visor of the dead man and pulled Illyrian up. "Get back up. That... Thing looks like it notices us." The Belgock was staring right at them and it scared her. She did not want to end up as one of those skulls.
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As Illyrian and Alba made their way through the crowd Roarke stayed behind. Nearby screams rang in his ears and he could not tear himself away. He turned slowly, fixing the Bleigock with a piercing stare. Even now it was gorging itself upon whatever poor fool had strayed to close to it. Then and there Roarke vowed to end the creatures killing spree.

He began with a resolute walk, his booted feet sounding a death knell as each step drew him closer to his target. These were not his lands nor were these his people. But Roarke Blackfire was a guardian, a protector. It was his duty to defend the weak and innocent.

Roarke broke into a steady jog as he raised his weapon. Blackmoon, his venerable blade had served him well for so many years. Its ebon edge had never faltered in its grim duties and today would be no different. Today it would serve him once again, it edge would taste the blood of a vile creature that dared to threaten the lives of those he'd sworn to protect.

Now running full tilt towards the Bleigock Roarke opened his mouth to unleash a deafening warcry. "WAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHH.........GYAH!"

The warcry was cut short as a painful spasm gripped Roarke's chest. He gasped for breath, his steps faltering and the Darkmoon falling from his nerveless fingers. "My heart! Must.......take........meds!" Roarke groaned as his shaking hands fumbled in his pockets for his heart medication.

Just as Roarke retrieved the bottle another spasm rocked his body. He crashed to his knees, the pills spilling out all over the ground. Roarke fumbled for them but his body refused to move properly. It was difficult to breathe and his vision was beginning to dim. The world was going dark.......dark.......

Or was it?

No, the shadow that engulfed Roarke was not a symptom of the massive coronary he was suffering. It was, in truth, being cast by the massive Bleigock that had slithered up behind him. The vile creature regarded his shaking, sweating, spasming body for a moment. Then it lowered its oozing mouth down to take Roarke by the ankle and sucked his armored form into its gullet like a giant ironclad noodle.

Roarke's body sank into the sea of digestive juices that roiled and churned within the Bleigock. Whether the heart attack killed him within the next few moments or he lived long enough to enjoy being dissolved ever so slowly was irrelevant. All that mattered was that Roarke Blackfire was gone now, leaving four survivors to carry on and win the day.

~

Bear accepted the Sacres Crystal from the soldier. "Thank you friend." He grunted in acknowledgement of the unexpected kindness. He was still a bit suspicious as to the reasoning behind it but when the man who had identified himself as Captain Daiohma stepped in to defend him from another group of soldiers his fears were laid to waste.

The Viking would not allow the soldier to fight alone but he was also concerned with the noblewoman's health at the moment. He risked a glance back to make certain she was okay before he leapt to Daiohma's aid. The sight her being dragged to her feet by another armed man forced Bear to leave the renegade captain to fend for himself and come to the noblewoman's rescue yet again.

Bear tottered forward and raised his axe. "Stay away! Just leave us alone!" The man cried, brandishing the sword of a fallen guardsman. His face was covered in blood from a gash in his forehead and his fine clothing was torn and dirty. The man held the sword in one shaky hand while his other arm was wrapped protectively around the woman.

Seeing what was transpiring the woman grabbed at his arm and spoke softly into his ear. Bear could not hear what she had said but her words instantly calmed the man. "Is that true? You saved my wife from those ruffians? I am deeply indebted to you sir."

"Aye." Bear huffed in response. He lowered his axe and held out his other hand, dropping the Sacres Crystal into the nobleman's palm. "Here. Looks like you could use this more than me." He rumbled. "You two should leave this place."

The nobleman accepted the crystal. "Yes, we shall depart at once. I.....I know people. They can help you to escape from Valua as well."

"Nah, I've got friends waiting for me." Bear replied.

"In that cast I wish you well sir." The nobleman said. "May you survive and win the day!"

With that the nobleman and his lady hastened away from all of the violence. Bear watched them until they had been swallowed up by the crowd and were lost from sight.

By now the battle between Daiohma and the other soldiers had ended. No sooner had Bear rejoined him than they were approached by a black robed man and a young woman. "Gentlemen, it would seem we are on the same side. I am Illyrian, this is Roarke and Alba." The robed man explained, introducing the girl. Bear cast about but did not see this Roarke person he'd mentioned.

The mage, Illyrian, noted Bear's condition and gifted him with yet another crystal, this one containing a Curia spell. This time Bear kept if for himself. He crushed the fragile stone in the palm of his hand and its curative magic was released. The Viking felt his stomach settle now that the poison had left his system. It had done its damage though. Bear was not at 100% but he was a hearty soul with an impressive amount of stamina and plenty of fight left in him.

"Make haste, sir, we will not be left alone for long." This Illyrian person seemed to have some plan in mind. With a shrug Bear fell into step behind him, trailing behind the girl named Alba and Captain Daiohma. They were a strange lot and Bear wondered what circumstances had brought them all together like this. But before he could pursue the thought further activity on one of the balconies that overlooked the arena caught his attention.

A group of soldiers had arrived to survey the carnage from that vantage point. But these were not mere arena guards. No, these soldiers bore the markings of those who served aboard a warship. The green hue of their armor suggested the 5th Fleet in particular. But it was the man who stood protectively in their midst that settled any doubt.

Bear recognized him instantly, as anyone in the arena would have. His squat frame was clad in a bizarre uniform crowned with a glass dome. His beady eyes surveyed the carnage and a feral smile formed on his lips at what he saw.

"Admiral DeLoco." Bear sighed. "What's that nutcase doing here?"

As his eyes lit upon the Bleigock DeLoco burst out into a fit of insane laughter. He spoke a few hasty commands to the soldiers around him and the small group exited the balcony.

"Whatever he's up to can't be good." Bear growled.
Edited by Jet Blackbeard, Apr 7 2011, 12:23 AM.
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