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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/21/2017 5:07:54 PM
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[i]Grudgingly, Alric pulled his blade out of the dead warriors stomach and allowed the warrior to fall downward.
The Witcher rose to his feet, casting Igni as he moved back. A flame emerged from his palm and exploded outward, as if he were trying to burn some of the sand warriors.
His back pressed against the wall of the Trayvern Phalanx, he pivoted around and jumped back over their shoulders and stood side by side with Elina. [/i]
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"This is pure chaos.." [i]Elina would say to herself, as the phalanx and the polearm users behind the shield's wall would begin to push forwards, tearing through the invading attackers.[/i] "We need to spread out.. they're clustering us together!"
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"WARRIORS! MAKE SOME ROOM!" [i]Alric walked behind the backs of Trayvern and Dojo forces, shouting orders over the sounds of fighting. The warriors of the dojo immediately did so, spreading their ranks by leaving gaps and spaces in between their shields. When one Sand warrior came through the gap, a warrior would come him down from the side. The group spread out, trying to push against the onslaught of attackers while at the same time creating room between each other. [/i]
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[i]It seemed as if the waves of attackers would simply keep coming. More and more of them rose up from the currently growing storm, as blood of Trayve and the blood of the assaulters spilt upon the sandy earth. Roughly twenty minutes went past, and soon Elina knew that they couldn't hold forever.[/i] "We.. We can't hold them back - we have to retreat! Push through their ranks! NOW!" [i]The phalanx line seemingly began to attempt busting through.. until a terrific screeching noise would bust through the air. Soldiers on both sides clutched their ears and screamed, as the warriors of sand would cry out "Ëclatar!", followed by arrows flying through the air, hitting nothing at all.[/i] [i]Something else was there.[/i]
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"WARRIORS OF THE DOJO! WARRIORS OF TRAYVE! WARRIORS OF THE BURNING ISLES!" [i]Alric called, cutting down a Sand warrior as they pushed through a gap in the Phalanx wall. [/i] "THERE IS AN ENEMY TRYING TO MURDER US! TRYING TO TAKE OUR LIVES AND CAST US ASIDE AS THOUGH WE ARE NOTHING MORE THAN DEAD MEN WALKING! WE WILL NOT... NO, WE CANNOT ALLOW THEM TO CLAIM OUR LIVES!" [i]A resounding cheer went up from the warriors of the dojo, their efforts to push through the sand warriors seemingly doubled. Slashing and hacking with their blades, slamming into the warriors with their shields and arrows flying into the sky toward the screeching while also flying into the ranks of the sand troopers. [/i]
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"[i]Ëclatar![/i]" [i]Crashing down upon ranks of Trayven and sand warriors, it's pure bulk muffling the final screams of the combatants that it demolished, the creature would rise up, releasing yet another hair-rising scream from it's vocal cords. The creature was about ten feet tall, it's maw coated in sand and rock, deep orange eyes being strikingly similar to Freya's own.[/i] [i]Odd.[/i] [i]The creature would prepare it's barbed tail, before then suddenly swinging into the Trayven's phalanx, and at Alric as well.[/i]
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[i]Alric belly flopped onto the ground, hoping that the Dragons tail would swipe directly over his head.. Leaving a slight injured to his back or something of the sort. [/i]
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[i]Alric would escape, while the soldiers around him would either follow his lead or be sent flying, some still impaled upon the beast's tail as it slammed against them. Where the creature walked, cracks had appeared in the ground, sucking in sand.[/i] [i]If there was a way to increase the size of the cracks and bring the thing down..[/i]
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[i]Alric rose to his feet, reaching into a pouch on his side and drawing an orb like object. He tossed it toward the cracks, an explosion occurring as the Orb struck the ground. A bomb, of sorts. [/i]
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[i]The earth would split even more, particles of the ground blowing apart as the dragon stumbled. It screamed in anger, yet soon turned to annoyance, when an arrow struck it's head. Another came, as this time the creature turned it's gaze from Alric to.. Elina.[/i] "Do that again, Alric!" [i]Elina yelled, dropping her bow as she drew her sword, beginning to quiver from.. fear, perhaps. Yet even then, she stood there, distracting the dragon so that Alric could end the beast.[/i]
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[i]In a single, fluid, motion Alric sheathed his blade and rolled to the side. As he stopped the roll, sitting on one knee in the midst of battle he hurled a bomb from either hand toward the cracks. Two resounding explosions from the bombs were heard, and Alric prayed to the gods that it would be enough. [/i]
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[i]As the beast lunged for Elina, she would strafe to the side, slashing into it's neck: her blade broke scales and flesh, yet the creature merely swung it's head like a club, sending Elina flying back as she sprawled against the ground. The woman rolled, crying out as she clutched her twisted arm.[/i] [i]The creature would turn back to Alric as the bombs went off, as the cracks had begun to split open. The creature would attempt to fly, but it was too late - as it was then sent sprawling into an abyss, falling rock crushing it's being.[/i] [i]Fire swarmed around Alric, as the remaining Trayvens held formation. Their encampment was set ablaze, more cracks within the earth swallowing more soldiers and tents.[/i]
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"GET AWAY FROM THE CRACKS! MOVE BACK, RETREAT! RETREAT!" [i]The Bloody Witcher was yelling out orders to his troops, doing his best to keep them in order. He walked backwards, away from the ongoing battle that was occurring. [/i]
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"A-Alric!" [i]Elina's crying voice was heard in the distance, as Alric saw her crippled being in the distance: she was one fallen amongst many, as the Trayvens began to retreat.[/i]
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"JEREMIAH!" [i]A six foot giant of a knight, most likely the Dight warrior Alric had found, was by the Witcher's side in mere moments. Together, the duo rushed toward Elina, baring down upon the Sand warriors with their weapons.[/i] [i]Seeing their leader move toward the enemy insighted several other Dojo warriors to rush forward, following their commander into the awaiting battle. The Witcher used the newly arrived warriors to create a loose semi circle, covering Elina away from the enemy [/i]
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"W-We're losing," [i]Elina muttered, blood trailing from the side of her face, before she cried out again as she clutched her twisted arm.[/i] "W-What are those things?" [i]The Trayvens had begun to formulate a final retreating phalanx wall, as those whom had begun to fall back had found a parting within the great storm. Those sand warriors whom attacked were severed by polearms and blades almost immediately.[/i]
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"I don't know..." [i]The Witcher mumbled, helping Elina to her feet. He quickly glanced over his shoulder, keeping a weary eye over the warriors.[/i] "We need to perform a retreat. We need a location that is more defendable..." [i]The knight known as Jeremiah swung his great sword in a wide Arc, cutting down four of the warriors in a single blow. [/i]
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[i]Indeed, the Trayven soldiers had begun to retreat, as the great flame that had sparked within the encampment swallowed up those within. Screams were cut short, by the fires of the end, as Elina was silent in the arms of the Witcher. Only to repeat, over and over:[/i] "...We lost. We lost." [spoiler]Fin? I'll get a new post up shortly.[/spoiler]
