Dier notches an arrow to his bow, calm and ready. He's been in battle before; this is nothing new to him. But never against odds like this, and never defending city walls like this.
Slashing the grapples isn't going to do much good. They're ascending regardless.
And - there.
It's not a demon. It's a dryad.
He looses the arrow, and it buries itself in the dryad's throat, throwing him backwards off the wall.
Someone is shouting behind Cho, but she can't be sure where, and the alarm races around the city walls from person to person. They're being attacked from the South. Cho can feel her heart pounding in her chest, and the copycat pressure in her head. The bow they've given her is not familiar. The wood is different, the string is different, the arc is not what she's used to. It takes more strength to draw than her own bow, and her aim is not as good as a result, but she's better than nothing, and it scares her a little to realize that they're using her anyway because 'nothing' is their other option. People are moving past her, heading to where the action is, but Cho stays put, and spaces herself out with the elves that remain behind. If she were a general, she would divide her forces, launch a first attack, wait until the city's defense was centered at that wall, and then come in from a different direction with the second half. So she waits, and she watches, and prays that this general will not do what she would have done, and she hears
( ... )
Ok, so. Fighting was not something he particularly enjoyed, and he often made comments about how much he sucked at it. This, however, was a total lie. Well, the not being able to fight well- he didn't enjoy fighting as much as, you know, music or something.
To most people's confusion, he'd brought along his lute. He'd been a little uncertain about it, but he didn't exactly have proficiency with any other weapon. If you wanted to call it a weapon, anyway, which he did.
So there was he, standing and waiting and looking rather uncomfortable... and then the demons came. He was very good at altering his expressions- he watched for a moment, spent two seconds smirking, and then joined in the fight with a swing of his lute.
He swung that lute and the demon in question went down like a rock. Dier was almost tempted to laugh, if - there, another one, and Dier shot the arrow. It missed the demon by inches, and he swung up onto the wall, drawing a sword, charging straight at him.
Dier stepped to the side, getting inside the demon's swing, and he spun - one hit, another, and he drew his knife, plunging it hard into the demon's chest.
Demyx could fend them off decently with a lute, but he did miss his water powers. They were still pretty limited here. He watched Dier fighting off a whole bunch (honestly, this method of flooding the enemy with tons of people to fight was kind of like what he did, no water pun intended) but it was impossible to see the one coming up behind him. So Demyx kindly took care of that one with a good thump from his lute, getting very impatient with just physical force and shooting water at one of the other oncoming demons.
The fire was constant, a buzzing, crackling presence at the back of her mind. Strange, how it drew energy and gave it at the same time. She'd never had so much power - it was unheard of for so many fire mages to work together.
Turned out it wasn't so hard.
Karen hopped over the wall, sword at the ready. And okay, she was shaking a little - nervous, because this was her first battle, but --
Hey.
Hey.
That was a water mage! And he wasn't an Elf! How dare he!
Karen held her hand out, palm first, and summoned a burst of fire, dashing all his water into steam. Like hell she'd let him take out her fellows.
Cassandra had climbed onto the rooftop closest to the wall. At least, the closest she could find and climb. It was difficult work. After a lifetime of relative inactivitiy, Cassandra was surprised she had managed at all. It was much easier back in Troy. One could simply walk out onto the citadel of her father's palace to watch the battle. Here, she had had to climb over the rubble of an abandoned building and out through a window, hoisting herself up to a higher level. Sweat slid down her back, matting her dress against her skin, but she didn't mind. She didn't want to miss a moment of this spectacle
( ... )
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Slashing the grapples isn't going to do much good. They're ascending regardless.
And - there.
It's not a demon. It's a dryad.
He looses the arrow, and it buries itself in the dryad's throat, throwing him backwards off the wall.
Dier draws another arrow. As calm as ever.
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To most people's confusion, he'd brought along his lute. He'd been a little uncertain about it, but he didn't exactly have proficiency with any other weapon. If you wanted to call it a weapon, anyway, which he did.
So there was he, standing and waiting and looking rather uncomfortable... and then the demons came. He was very good at altering his expressions- he watched for a moment, spent two seconds smirking, and then joined in the fight with a swing of his lute.
And damn, he could hit hard with that thing.
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He swung that lute and the demon in question went down like a rock. Dier was almost tempted to laugh, if - there, another one, and Dier shot the arrow. It missed the demon by inches, and he swung up onto the wall, drawing a sword, charging straight at him.
Dier stepped to the side, getting inside the demon's swing, and he spun - one hit, another, and he drew his knife, plunging it hard into the demon's chest.
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Turned out it wasn't so hard.
Karen hopped over the wall, sword at the ready. And okay, she was shaking a little - nervous, because this was her first battle, but --
Hey.
Hey.
That was a water mage! And he wasn't an Elf! How dare he!
Karen held her hand out, palm first, and summoned a burst of fire, dashing all his water into steam. Like hell she'd let him take out her fellows.
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