Way Hey and Up She Rises - Thrak & Uriah Trial
Oct 12, 2015 18:45:07 GMT
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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 12, 2015 18:45:07 GMT
"Uh - Ah - AHHHH!" SpLOOSH!
"Wut - Hey - GAHHHH!" SpLOOSH!
"No-No-No - NAHHHH!" SpLOOSH!
Again and again, the rhythm repeated as Thrak jettisoned anyone who didn't belong on their ship. It was accompanied by the sound of gunshots and the clink of blade against blade. Voices shouted, cheered, cried in agony, and so forth. The symphony played on.
Caitlin was starting to slow down though. She'd allowed herself to bleed unchecked for too long. The baroness parried another blow with a Sved duel wielding sheik knives in close up combat. Her sword was too long for this, and she couldn't put enough distance between them. She was loosing speed and only just managed to block the one in his right hand from sinking into her gut, when the one in his left struck her in the shoulder joint. She jerked back that side as he yanked the blade free. Her voice lifted her pain loudly to join the chorus of others. He smirked at her and she fell back on her rump, scooting away slowly, wincing at the pain in her side as well as the pain in her right shoulder each time she shuffled from side to side in her pathetic retreat.
Her eyes lost focus on the knife fighter for a moment, adjusting to a different depth and settling on Thrak, he too was growing weary and had been overcome by sheer numbers. Her enemies shadow fell over her and blocked Thrak from her view. Caitlin's eyes readjusted soley on him and in a moment of panic, or possibly genius, she remembered her Deceit spell training from long ago, and a particular level II trick she'd not till now had much use for.
Her body emanated a sudden white outline... "I was never here," she whispered rapidly to the man as he flipped up his knives into his palms and prepared to lunge.
*POP!*
Caitlin vanished before his eyes and his stretched out leery smile fell flat off his face, his pose frozen mid strike. (Deceit II) Granted she was still exactly where he last saw her, but she had convinced him, at least in his mind, that she'd disappeared.
Meanwhile....
The navigator abandoned the helm, there was no point in steering now, the two ships had all but collided one into the other. Instead he took up as many guns, swords, and knives as he could carry on his personage - as he cut his way across the deck, sinking one knife into a Sved's back while it attacked one of their rogues. Then he scooped up a discarded gun, and fired it at the next enemy sailor to climb half way onto their rails, only fall off when hit by the round and drop into the drink.
"Hang on, big mon, I'm comin'" he shouted to Thrak, dropping the pistol and pulling another sword from a deadmans body. He wasn't much use with a blade, but if those baffoons were too tied up, using both arms to hold Thrak down, he wouldn't have to be particularly skilled. Pointy end goes into the pin cushion. thats all he needed to know.
"I got'cha," he reassured, as he aimed, and stuck, evening the odds ever so much.
All this pandemonium didn't leave much room for the fighters to notice a particular duo pushing gun powder around the Sved ship at their own leisure.
LVL I: Necromancy I used twice (2/5)
LVL II: Health II used once | Speed II used once | Deceit II used once (3/4)
"Wut - Hey - GAHHHH!" SpLOOSH!
"No-No-No - NAHHHH!" SpLOOSH!
Again and again, the rhythm repeated as Thrak jettisoned anyone who didn't belong on their ship. It was accompanied by the sound of gunshots and the clink of blade against blade. Voices shouted, cheered, cried in agony, and so forth. The symphony played on.
Caitlin was starting to slow down though. She'd allowed herself to bleed unchecked for too long. The baroness parried another blow with a Sved duel wielding sheik knives in close up combat. Her sword was too long for this, and she couldn't put enough distance between them. She was loosing speed and only just managed to block the one in his right hand from sinking into her gut, when the one in his left struck her in the shoulder joint. She jerked back that side as he yanked the blade free. Her voice lifted her pain loudly to join the chorus of others. He smirked at her and she fell back on her rump, scooting away slowly, wincing at the pain in her side as well as the pain in her right shoulder each time she shuffled from side to side in her pathetic retreat.
Her eyes lost focus on the knife fighter for a moment, adjusting to a different depth and settling on Thrak, he too was growing weary and had been overcome by sheer numbers. Her enemies shadow fell over her and blocked Thrak from her view. Caitlin's eyes readjusted soley on him and in a moment of panic, or possibly genius, she remembered her Deceit spell training from long ago, and a particular level II trick she'd not till now had much use for.
Her body emanated a sudden white outline... "I was never here," she whispered rapidly to the man as he flipped up his knives into his palms and prepared to lunge.
*POP!*
Caitlin vanished before his eyes and his stretched out leery smile fell flat off his face, his pose frozen mid strike. (Deceit II) Granted she was still exactly where he last saw her, but she had convinced him, at least in his mind, that she'd disappeared.
Meanwhile....
The navigator abandoned the helm, there was no point in steering now, the two ships had all but collided one into the other. Instead he took up as many guns, swords, and knives as he could carry on his personage - as he cut his way across the deck, sinking one knife into a Sved's back while it attacked one of their rogues. Then he scooped up a discarded gun, and fired it at the next enemy sailor to climb half way onto their rails, only fall off when hit by the round and drop into the drink.
"Hang on, big mon, I'm comin'" he shouted to Thrak, dropping the pistol and pulling another sword from a deadmans body. He wasn't much use with a blade, but if those baffoons were too tied up, using both arms to hold Thrak down, he wouldn't have to be particularly skilled. Pointy end goes into the pin cushion. thats all he needed to know.
"I got'cha," he reassured, as he aimed, and stuck, evening the odds ever so much.
All this pandemonium didn't leave much room for the fighters to notice a particular duo pushing gun powder around the Sved ship at their own leisure.
LVL I: Necromancy I used twice (2/5)
LVL II: Health II used once | Speed II used once | Deceit II used once (3/4)