Post by Spus on Feb 27, 2008 20:18:38 GMT -5
It was over as quick as it started – that is, it wasn't over very quick at all. In a strange twist of fate, Zohar of all people struck first, throwing a burst of searing flame into the face of Landis, who backs away trying to rub the soot out of his eyes. Lars turned his sights to Zohar, but was beaten to the trigger by Kirin. “Over here, drunky.”
The shot merely grazed Lars shoulder, which was enough to again change the target of his anger. “I'm nots drunk, tis a mild buzz at most.” he slurred, haphazardly aiming at Kirin and firing. Kirin hit the floor right on the moment he heard the click of the trigger. That would of went right through his head, dead on if he didn't. He feared what Lars' marksmanship could be if he fired sober.
Behind them, the Kasian fighters, slowly waking up began to take account of what was happening, as they too were informed on the true mission of their expedition to Zagfey. They began to approach the five and Zohar, but the few awakened mage fighters met them halfway. The night before they were drinking, singing, and in some cases, much less decent things. Now they were going to fight eachother to the death, in this strange whirlwind world. Though the mage fighters were outnumbered, they had the home field advantage of being wizards in a magic school, and used that fact to their advantage, using the easily accessed scrolls and spell books to their edge on their invading foes. Flames, Electricity, and a pattering of ice rained down as they met them, in what was a deadlock despite these advantages.
Bolgrim, never one to wait for a finesse-like tactical plan, rushed past the wizard he was sure to still want to skewer and tried to skewer Landis instead, the human doing his best to resist the downward force of the sword flickering with flame with his halberd as best he could. Mase slid in and increased the pressure on Landis, forcing him to move, but not before giving a nasty little wound on his shoulder. Isha, concerned for the mage fighters and the Kasians alike, did her best to lower casualties by spraying the lot of them with bursts of light which sent them to the ground, spazzing about in an epileptic seizure. A few Kasians took offense to this, but they couldn't even touch her, their blades passing through her like she wasn't there, only to get a slightly moldy loaf of bread, which was very much there, for their troubles. Kroitz patrolled behind it all, watching and waiting to pick his spots, muttering something unintelligible about either Cuthbert or his wife, no one could really tell which.
Kirin rose to his feet and took a dead aim shot at Lars as he stumbled around, right through his heart- or so he thought. The bullet failed to hit home, as Lars drunkenly stumbled out of the way – if he were sober he'd be dead right now. “Whatever you're drinking, can I have some?” Kirin said, loading more bullets into his chamber, as Lars aimed right back at him, failing to hold his revolver properly. The lack of form was not something Kirin took lightly as he did before, diving successfully for cover under one of the school's desks.
“Not drinkin' anythin' special. Just good ole fashioned whiskey.”
“Ah, so you're an idiot.” Kirin fired back again, Lars again falling on his face when a bullet was for sure about to pierce his head. “A very, very, lucky idiot.”
“Defamed mercenaries suddenly fighting your former employees. It'd be charming if it wasn't so cliché.” Landis declared, breaking his weapon-lock with Bolgrim and taking a swipe at his low standing opponent.
Bolgrim only grunted as stepped aside, but Mase took another swipe towards Landis, which would have been a fatal blow if didn't place his halberd in the right place. “What do you mean?” the Kojinese poet questioned, hoping to get a side of enlightenment with his order of violence.
“Think you're the first to get some sort of rebellious streak? What do you hope to change? Think you're going to make the world a better place?”
Bolgrim grunted again, measuring up Landis. “I live by my own code. The code discourages me from being a murderous bastard like you are. If that code makes the world a better place in the process, then it does. It's not my intention.”
“Admirable.” It was without sarcasm, for once. “You could say my code is for me and myself- and fuck anyone who gets in the way.”
“Then I'm in your way and I take offense to that.” Bolgrim busts through his defenses and slams his blade into his gut, as if it were a long metallic club. He reels back, the combined efforts of Mase and the dwarf showing a massive dripping red spot under his chain shirt. Knowing he's lost, and having nothing to say because of it, he goes silent as he hits the ground.
Lars, on the other hand, seems all a bit too live and well, stumbling around, firing blindly towards Kirin- blindly in aim only, as the bullets continue too often to hit far too close to home for him. As he continued to dodge every shot that came for him, Kirin began to ponder how many virgins he must have sacrificed to Olimadarra to get this kind of insane luck. He rolled towards him, barely dodging the shots raining down. He got grazed thrice, all would have been mortal wounds had they been an inch up, down, left, or right.
Luck, however, is no infinite resource. His brother dead and Lars not knowing it, the imbalance of Kasian vs. Uzinian supporting fighters grew even more lopsided, as Zohar stepped up behind the stumbling drunk and saw Kirin sneaking through Lars' storm of bullets. Zohar tapped him on the shoulder, and Lars turned around, unleashing his breath full of alcohol upon Zohar's face. The elder wizard took offense to this and began to unleash a burst of electricity in response, but even at point blank range, Lars managed to stagger backwards, apparently from shock of running into Zohar's face, and back roll avoiding the full wrath of Zohar's power. That was truly the last of Lars' luck, as Kirin emerged, right behind him, and placed his revolver right into the back of Lars' skull at true point blank range. “Dodge this.”
Seconds later, blood and gray matter was leaking into the scattered pages of one of the mageling's notebooks. The few Kasians remaining, upon seeing their only other superior executed, quickly sounded their own retreat, knowing that they may yet live if t hey return for they weren't in charge. Through the windows and out the small door they went, with haste and no care for the well being of the academy.
Zohar stood and scanned the remains of his school. It was truly disastrous, both from the festivities of the night before and the battle that had just been waged. It saddened him to a see a place of learning so throughly abused.
The shot merely grazed Lars shoulder, which was enough to again change the target of his anger. “I'm nots drunk, tis a mild buzz at most.” he slurred, haphazardly aiming at Kirin and firing. Kirin hit the floor right on the moment he heard the click of the trigger. That would of went right through his head, dead on if he didn't. He feared what Lars' marksmanship could be if he fired sober.
Behind them, the Kasian fighters, slowly waking up began to take account of what was happening, as they too were informed on the true mission of their expedition to Zagfey. They began to approach the five and Zohar, but the few awakened mage fighters met them halfway. The night before they were drinking, singing, and in some cases, much less decent things. Now they were going to fight eachother to the death, in this strange whirlwind world. Though the mage fighters were outnumbered, they had the home field advantage of being wizards in a magic school, and used that fact to their advantage, using the easily accessed scrolls and spell books to their edge on their invading foes. Flames, Electricity, and a pattering of ice rained down as they met them, in what was a deadlock despite these advantages.
Bolgrim, never one to wait for a finesse-like tactical plan, rushed past the wizard he was sure to still want to skewer and tried to skewer Landis instead, the human doing his best to resist the downward force of the sword flickering with flame with his halberd as best he could. Mase slid in and increased the pressure on Landis, forcing him to move, but not before giving a nasty little wound on his shoulder. Isha, concerned for the mage fighters and the Kasians alike, did her best to lower casualties by spraying the lot of them with bursts of light which sent them to the ground, spazzing about in an epileptic seizure. A few Kasians took offense to this, but they couldn't even touch her, their blades passing through her like she wasn't there, only to get a slightly moldy loaf of bread, which was very much there, for their troubles. Kroitz patrolled behind it all, watching and waiting to pick his spots, muttering something unintelligible about either Cuthbert or his wife, no one could really tell which.
Kirin rose to his feet and took a dead aim shot at Lars as he stumbled around, right through his heart- or so he thought. The bullet failed to hit home, as Lars drunkenly stumbled out of the way – if he were sober he'd be dead right now. “Whatever you're drinking, can I have some?” Kirin said, loading more bullets into his chamber, as Lars aimed right back at him, failing to hold his revolver properly. The lack of form was not something Kirin took lightly as he did before, diving successfully for cover under one of the school's desks.
“Not drinkin' anythin' special. Just good ole fashioned whiskey.”
“Ah, so you're an idiot.” Kirin fired back again, Lars again falling on his face when a bullet was for sure about to pierce his head. “A very, very, lucky idiot.”
“Defamed mercenaries suddenly fighting your former employees. It'd be charming if it wasn't so cliché.” Landis declared, breaking his weapon-lock with Bolgrim and taking a swipe at his low standing opponent.
Bolgrim only grunted as stepped aside, but Mase took another swipe towards Landis, which would have been a fatal blow if didn't place his halberd in the right place. “What do you mean?” the Kojinese poet questioned, hoping to get a side of enlightenment with his order of violence.
“Think you're the first to get some sort of rebellious streak? What do you hope to change? Think you're going to make the world a better place?”
Bolgrim grunted again, measuring up Landis. “I live by my own code. The code discourages me from being a murderous bastard like you are. If that code makes the world a better place in the process, then it does. It's not my intention.”
“Admirable.” It was without sarcasm, for once. “You could say my code is for me and myself- and fuck anyone who gets in the way.”
“Then I'm in your way and I take offense to that.” Bolgrim busts through his defenses and slams his blade into his gut, as if it were a long metallic club. He reels back, the combined efforts of Mase and the dwarf showing a massive dripping red spot under his chain shirt. Knowing he's lost, and having nothing to say because of it, he goes silent as he hits the ground.
Lars, on the other hand, seems all a bit too live and well, stumbling around, firing blindly towards Kirin- blindly in aim only, as the bullets continue too often to hit far too close to home for him. As he continued to dodge every shot that came for him, Kirin began to ponder how many virgins he must have sacrificed to Olimadarra to get this kind of insane luck. He rolled towards him, barely dodging the shots raining down. He got grazed thrice, all would have been mortal wounds had they been an inch up, down, left, or right.
Luck, however, is no infinite resource. His brother dead and Lars not knowing it, the imbalance of Kasian vs. Uzinian supporting fighters grew even more lopsided, as Zohar stepped up behind the stumbling drunk and saw Kirin sneaking through Lars' storm of bullets. Zohar tapped him on the shoulder, and Lars turned around, unleashing his breath full of alcohol upon Zohar's face. The elder wizard took offense to this and began to unleash a burst of electricity in response, but even at point blank range, Lars managed to stagger backwards, apparently from shock of running into Zohar's face, and back roll avoiding the full wrath of Zohar's power. That was truly the last of Lars' luck, as Kirin emerged, right behind him, and placed his revolver right into the back of Lars' skull at true point blank range. “Dodge this.”
Seconds later, blood and gray matter was leaking into the scattered pages of one of the mageling's notebooks. The few Kasians remaining, upon seeing their only other superior executed, quickly sounded their own retreat, knowing that they may yet live if t hey return for they weren't in charge. Through the windows and out the small door they went, with haste and no care for the well being of the academy.
Zohar stood and scanned the remains of his school. It was truly disastrous, both from the festivities of the night before and the battle that had just been waged. It saddened him to a see a place of learning so throughly abused.