Fantasy role play

[Dizzi]

Mogget continues eating his delicious stew while walking along, enjoying the sun on his face.

 

[pyjamas5189]

Khana saw the arrow fly and heard the shout and instinctively hit the floor, crawling until she found a bush to hide behind. Riq had told her he would show her how to make projectiles but until then she decided to hold back and heal when necessary.

 

[Misty]

Aerdrie had just stood up to keep moving when she heard the screech of her hawk and used her magical link with the creature's mind and vision to see that her ex companions were under attack by archers. It took her several moments of debate to decide that helping them would just be the same as helping any other people on the roadside. Still, she was a decent ways off which meant she'd have to be much more careful about friendly fire than if she were closer.

She whistled at the owl to disrupt the archers while the hawk remained in the air to give her the bird's eye view she would need. With that, she strung an arrow and after a moment of concentrated aiming let it fly down the cliffside to crunch through the chest of one of the enemy archers.

 

[DekuNut]

Dean looks at the archers as one o them is hit with an arrow, not wondering at all where it came from. He was in battle.
Using the distraction as an advantage, he stands and throws one of his knives at the group, hitting one between the eyes expertly. A second knife followed suit, but was blocked by a bow. He dropped to the ground again just in time to avoid another volley of arrows.

 

[Guest-3]

Barsolas snaps himself out of it long enough to break the arrow and pull out the tip. He uses his blood magic to cleanse his bloodstream, then looks at his arm, cursing in Elven. He stands and runs to another boulder, this time manipulating his own blood and quickly standing, spotting two of the archers and killing them quickly. He sits down, cradling his arm, knowing he'd done his part.

 

[Alita the Pun]

Nevermore takes to the sky with an archer in hand, once high enough, she dropped him.

 

[Pen]

Three arrows from the enemies are quickly approaching Riq, so he raises a solid wall of earth in front of him as a shield to protect himself. He then jumps over the earth shield and takes out the three archers who shot at him with fire blasts from his fists.

 

[Misty]

Aerdrie had managed to put two more arrows into two more archers with careful aim and patience. She'd also managed not to put any in her old companions and she couldn't help but smile with pride. Her owl had been a bit less lucky than she having had a few feathers singed by Riq's assault on the archers it had been distracting. Still, with a screech of pain and irritation, it had taken off into the sky feeling that it had done more than necessary to contribute to these fools continued living.

With the Archers numbers culled enough for her to have faith in the capabilities of the others to deal with them, she whistled for the owl to collect her arrows so they could continue moving forward. With great effort working alone, the owl managed to get her three arrows and carry them off to her open and awaiting palm. The hawk already sat atop her shoulder consuming dried scraps of meat as a reward for its good behavior.

 

[DekuNut]

"I need to get more throwing knives.. Dean grumbles, shooting out from behind his bush while the nearest archer reloads. He takes out his actual dagger - too big to throw but perfect to stab. Which he did, with pleasure, then used the guy's body as an arrow shield.

 

[Pen]

Riq notices the owl and recognises it as Aerdrie's. Realising that she must be nearby he hurries after the owl. On his way there are two more archer enemies in the way that he drowns in earth. He then manipulates the wind to make himself go faster in hopes of catching up to the owl. But before he's able to catch up he stops to catch his breath. "Aerdrie!" he shouts. "Where are you? I know you're here somewhere!" He stands still, hoping for a response from her.

 

[Alita the Pun]

Nevermore reveals the throwing knives she bought at the town and hurls one of them finishing off an archer. Only a few archers remain now. She tosses the rest of them to Dean. He seems like he's good with knives.

 

[Guest-3]

Barsolas looks to the sky and smells the strong scent of blood. His heart rate raises and he curses yet again in Elvish.
"I'd better get a pat on the back for this..." He stands yet again, raising his arms, completely ignoring his injury and watching as the blood of the dead rushed across the ground, gathering in a large wave of crimson liquid, shielding him as he walkes out from behind the rock. Spotting a group of six archers, he uses his other hand to create crystallized daggers and catapults them towards the group, creating massive carnage and supplying him with even more of the wonderfully delicious metallic plasma. He turns around just in time to see a man approaching with a greatsword. In a fit of rage, Barsolas drops his shield and turns to hand on gand combat. He dodges the man's wings and kicks him, causing the swordsman to stagget, leaving him the perfect opening for a fatal blow. Barsolas tackles the man and wraps his hands around his throat, squeezing until the man stopped writhing.

 

[Alita the Pun]

Nevermore sees Barsolas violently destroying the person who he had just killed, she flies over to him and pulls him up. "Sol! Sol, stop it! It's over, you killed him!"

 

[Guest-3]

Barsolas breathes heavily and looks to Nevermore, his eyes turning from a deep red to a light purple. He nods. He was prone to losing himself in the heat of battle, but Nevermore calmed him and brought him back.
"Thank you."

 

[Alita the Pun]

Nevermore extends a hand to help him up.