Who: Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) and various When: Throughout Mareuer Where: Throughout the city What: Lots of things Warnings: Check thread headers for specifics
[ The upset in the outpost is almost felt physically. The woman who had seen her dead Bonded among the puppet is definitely out for blood, and so are others. ]
If we take frontal assault, it's going to be easier to do that. Keeping them alive I mean. [ And going closer to all-out too, as close as it can get to at least. Can't risk friendly fire here. ] I don't think they are concerned for the necromancers.
[ Again the difference in the idea of justice between those here in the forest, and those behind the safe walls. ]
They better not be concerned for them...If they are, then that's too bad because I'm not letting them escape.
[ Berserker gives a quick swipe of his spear, agitated and antsy to take care of the problem already. It's weird to want to fight, weirder to care about why he's fighting. The fact they're making a mockery of Bonding, something that changed him so deeply, makes him feel sick. ]
Then let us see just how intimate with death these necromancers are.
[ Scathach took point ahead of her two apprentices. Generally it was probably dangerous to stand ahead of Berserker, but Scathach had complete faith in his ability to clear her with any strike he wanted to give. He had the range she lacked, and she aimed to keep herself low at any rate.
No battle cry sounded her approach, she simply began the now familiar crouching dash, running along the blackening earth towards the Necromancer's camp... ]
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If we take frontal assault, it's going to be easier to do that. Keeping them alive I mean. [ And going closer to all-out too, as close as it can get to at least. Can't risk friendly fire here. ] I don't think they are concerned for the necromancers.
[ Again the difference in the idea of justice between those here in the forest, and those behind the safe walls. ]
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[ Berserker gives a quick swipe of his spear, agitated and antsy to take care of the problem already. It's weird to want to fight, weirder to care about why he's fighting. The fact they're making a mockery of Bonding, something that changed him so deeply, makes him feel sick. ]
Let's hit them straight on.
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[ Scathach took point ahead of her two apprentices. Generally it was probably dangerous to stand ahead of Berserker, but Scathach had complete faith in his ability to clear her with any strike he wanted to give. He had the range she lacked, and she aimed to keep herself low at any rate.
No battle cry sounded her approach, she simply began the now familiar crouching dash, running along the blackening earth towards the Necromancer's camp... ]