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Post by Sparky on Feb 17, 2019 1:36:51 GMT -8
The tank watched as his friend was skewered and Mania rushed him hard. the man swung his axe in an attempt to try and hit her, to stop her from getting on his back. Unfortunately, all his efforts would be in vain. He would feel the steel of her blade drive deep into his flesh, piercing through his heart before he could even attempt to shake her off. Blood would well in his throat as he fell to his knees, slumping over.
Deep within the bowels of the outpost, the sound of doors slamming and shouting could be heard. The base was now frantically going onto high alert. There was a mixture of panic settling in while bandits tried to lock off areas and slow down the intruder. How well that would work was yet to be seen.
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Post by Mania De Witt on Feb 17, 2019 23:34:53 GMT -8
At least two of these issues were dealt with. Mania quickly ran down the hall, slipping into a closet space and scanning the area for the next closest soul. Luring them wouldn't be good with how alert they are, it'd just mean she had more bodies to deal with and she didn't like dealing with numbers larger than one at a time. She wasn't quite at the status of a one man army, and Mania needed to play her cards right. Of course, right now, the aspiring reaper would hunker down and bide some time, simply observing the souls to see what the next best move to make was.
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Post by Sparky on Feb 18, 2019 19:26:59 GMT -8
Very few of the souls moved. Those that were moved back and forth, either inbetween rooms or just between one point in to another. It wasn't hard to gauge what they were doing- they were digging in, preparing, blockading. They were trying to cut Mania off from certain points, and defend others. After what felt like an eternity, a split detachment of four souls grouped together and left their positions, now heading down the halls in Mania's direction.
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Post by Mania De Witt on Feb 27, 2019 2:43:00 GMT -8
This time, Mania wasn't waiting. She needed to keep sure that the figurehead of this ragtag group wasn't escaping and these these weren't just distraction fodder. She ran down the halls, her steps a quick tapping. Any turns would be dealt with Mania leaping onto walls and using the momentum to switch directions. With the group of four souls, coming closer and closer in proximity, Mania made sure her movements were random. She struck at whichever was closest and bounced around the body to try to strike another in the side.
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Post by Sparky on Feb 28, 2019 1:41:27 GMT -8
Mania would round the corner at the same time as the bandit group, catching the first two men off-guard. Easy pickings. The first man fell like a rock, choking on his own blood before he had a chance to scream. His friend wasn't so lucky, howling in pain as he fell to the ground, a fatal wound in his side. He wouldn't last long.
Unfortunately, a wall was now presented to Mania. An elf woman raising her shield and directing her spear towards the girl, while a man in battle tested armor stepped forwards, right hand igniting in flames while his left held his sword at the ready. His movement was quick as he lunged for Mania, starting with a heavy downward slash, and following up by launching a fireball in an attempt to push her back. Unlike the other bandits Mania had felled, his movements were deliberate and careful. He wasn't just some other grunt.
Enemy count: 2
Support: 5
Normal: 7
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Post by Mania De Witt on Mar 8, 2019 2:01:27 GMT -8
Gross, the enemies were actually starting to show brains for prep. Mania's swords twirled in her palms, but she kept a good enough grip for them to not get hit away or anything. The man was fast though. Mania stepped to the side, his sword glancing off her side. The fireball itself missed, allowing Mania to spin on her heel and try to stick a sword up his back while aiming a soul punch to the elven girl with the shield. The only way to get through armour for her right now was brute force or magic, and only one of these things was more effective in a shorter window of time.
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Post by Sparky on Mar 11, 2019 2:03:01 GMT -8
The first man took a forward step and steadied himself as Mania made a gash in his armor. However, the blade couldn't penetrate deep enough to pierce, and immediately he rounded on her with a violent two handed strike aimed at the girl's exposed back. Meanwhile, the elven woman would stagger backwards, wheezing and gasping as blood started to bubble from her mouth. With a shaky hand she would fall to her knees and hide behind her shield, holding her hand to her chest. It was obvious that something had broke. How, she had no idea.
Regardless, a soft glow would come from her hand, repairing the damage and allowing her breath to return to her lungs. Her body ached, and her breath was still shaky. Despite this, she didn't hesitate, rushing back to her feet and lunging with her spear. Unlike the other fodder, however, she didn't just barrel towards Mania, instead she would get close enough and then stop, making sure to only keep herself as far as her spear could reach. With how wily the intruder was, getting too close was a death sentence.
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Post by Mania De Witt on Apr 1, 2019 23:52:03 GMT -8
Despite the man's form in attacking Mania, her movements were too erratic for his strikes. She twirled around on her heel, using the momentum to dash past the woman and straight for the man. She stepped with her foot sideways, springing up and around in a wide arc with one blade following the other to cut into the man and then just separate his upper body from his lower body completely.
While Mania was distracted in making sure this one person was dead and stayed dead, the woman's spear would connect. Though, she would find it not exactly marking true, and more blocked off by something under the person's bushy and coarse hair. Of course Mania wore armour, she wasn't that dense. Regardless of if the man was killed or just gravely wounded, Mania twisted to jab her arm back in attempts to knock the spear off and swung her free hand around to slice at the woman's neck.
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Post by Sparky on Apr 2, 2019 0:17:46 GMT -8
Of course, the strike was solid. With the girl's erratic movements, eventually an opening would have opened up for her. However, whether the point she hit was simply too heavily armored for her, or if she had expended some stamina dodging around, the blades would fail to break through the man's armor, simply catching slightly in a bit of leather padding, but failing to give the metal anything more than a slight dent. Still, the strike was enough to just slightly put the man off balance, but now a problem was presented. That being, Mania had just given up her biggest advantage; her maneuverability.
For a brief moment, the man hesitated on what plan he should enact, a folly that would unfortunately cost the life of his ally. The woman, having opened herself up, wouldn't be able to bring her shield up fast enough, and the man's hesitation would allow Mania to cut cleanly through her throat. Her healing wouldn't have been fast enough to stop the bleeding, not in combat, not this close to an enemy. Though she tried desperately to save her own life, in the end, it was futile and eventually her struggling would cease.
Fueled by rage, flames would lick out of the vents in the warrior's helm, while he thrust a hand forward sending a plume of flames racing towards Mania, intent on incinerating the intruder.
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Post by Mania De Witt on Apr 3, 2019 13:48:51 GMT -8
The man's attack connected, the scent of burning leather and hair filling the area as she immediately leapt to the side to roll on the ground to snuff out the flames. She managed, landing on her feet and staring the man down. A soft growl seeped out from under her skull mask, her hand glowing as she thrust out a punch at him, the force shattering his ribs. Honestly, fuck this guy's armour. Without hesitation, Mania ran at the man after her attack, leaping and landing onto his chest plate, using him as a ledge nd jumping off to try to knock him onto the ground. Right after, she came at him again to twirl around and land a double bladed strike anywhere on the man's body to simply maim him.
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Post by Sparky on Apr 3, 2019 19:37:42 GMT -8
Ribs cracked and the man wheezed heavily as he fell to his knees, gripping his chest. Despite his vulnerable position, he still appeared to be clinging to life. Even now, his armor that had frustrated mania still taunted her by deflecting her attacks. Still, the man would let out a pained groan as the strike caused the man to full fall to the floor. In a last, desperate bid to try and delay the girl, he would send a burst of flame haphazardly out. Hit or miss, the blinding pain caused by his shattered ribs would cause him to fall unconscious, and without any healer nearby to aid him, his time was limited.
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Post by Mania De Witt on Apr 6, 2019 1:40:17 GMT -8
What a mistake. Big. Mistake. Mania easily sidestepped the man's desperate attempt at a flame attack. She walked to him, striking a blade into his wrist and kicking him over. Immediately, she pinned his other arm and kept a foot planted on his chest, applying more pressure on fractured bones. She pressed harder to make sure he was looking at her. This was likely the last thing he'd see before she ended the suffering he so deserved. While he was reacting to the pain, Mania would lift a blade out of his arm and drive it straight into his face.
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Post by Sparky on Apr 6, 2019 1:51:02 GMT -8
The pain was unbelievable, but the man refused to give her the satisfaction of hearing him scream. Too many battles he'd been through to let some death mage scum to get so much as a peep. As a final insult, the armor that would soon become his tomb still did not bend to her strikes. Instead, the man simply gave in to the pain, to his own magic, and unleashed a wave of flame. If he was dying, he was dying on his own terms. He would die consumed in the flames of his own rage, and perhaps, even injure her, or take her along with him.
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Post by Mania De Witt on Apr 14, 2019 22:29:41 GMT -8
Mania stepped back as the man seemed to desperately light anything and everything around him he could on fire. The scent of burning flesh filled the air, but it wasn't Mania's. She put her arm over her nose to try to filter out as much of the scent as she could while her eyes made a fast scan for any remaining souls. If this was the leader of the group, he was a pathetic man to throw a tantrum instead of admitting defeat. Perhaps he plucked on those weaker to feel empowered? Regardless, this hideout would serve as his tomb by the end of this along will his felled pawns.
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Post by Sparky on Apr 15, 2019 5:13:21 GMT -8
The flames would lap at the ends of the hall, filling it easily. If it hadn't been for the distance Mania had gained, she would have easily been consumed. Wherever she now stood, covered or not, she would still feel the heat from the man's death before the flame's slowly died down, leaving the hall scorched and black. The armor that mania had failed time and time again to break through, glowed white hot, before cooling into a more mangled appearing mass of humanoid-shaped steel.
Despite the explosion of flame, all the remaining souls stayed planted in their defended positions. The ones that had been flurrying about, now too remained still. Separated from the main groups, however, three other souls could be faintly seen in the distance, well beyond the primary line.
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