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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on May 28, 2021 0:50:59 GMT
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on May 31, 2021 22:49:27 GMT
The Battle Of Bearspire
Engineered on the left side of a grove, the settlement of Bearspire is home to a town of craftsmen. This settlement wasn't built by a grove by accident, as it has natural defenses, which is of great importance to the townspeople and its success. The settlement itself looks crude. With its galvanized steel rooftops, galvanised steel walls and whistling wind, Bearspire has a metallic, shining, sparkling, homely atmosphere. The main attraction is the lighthouse tower, which was built 103 years ago and designed by difference races. Bearspire has a healthy economy, which is mainly supported by fishing, medicine, mining, wine brewing and jewelcrafting. But their biggest strengths are delicate tailoring, prosperous trade and rare crop farming. It was this beautiful and prosperous and shining town that was under attack by The Onyx Ravenclaw Bandit Tribe's Demon Sword Riders Division, a gang of one hundred thirty-four armed men and women clad in the gear of the Bandit Tribe. This set of armor has a hood with a face guard shaped like a skull. Attached to the top is a thick layer of animal fur, covering every surface. The shoulders are fairly rounded, long and enormous. They're decorated with three straight lines of spikes, reaching from side to side. The upper arms are protected by chainmail rerebraces which sit quite well under the shoulderplates. The lower arms are covered by vambraces which have several layers of crafted leather attached to the outer sides, they form a wing-like pattern. The breastplate is made from one large piece of leather with edges of fur, which sits perfectly just under the shoulderplates. It covers only the front, the back is where the attachment straps are and they offer no real protection. The upper legs are covered by a skirt of vertical layers of leather and fur reaching below the groin. The front is open. The lower legs are protected by leather shin guards which have layers of colored feathers on the outer sides. Thin fur pants are worn beneath this all. They are further backed up sixty wolf monsters called Wolfuranians. Wolfuranians are considered less powerful, smaller, weaker offshoots of true Lycantrhopes, specifically bread as weapons of war ages ago, they ended up getting out of control and now roam the wilderness in various wild packs. They walk on two feet and wear rags of clothing and they're covered in dark blue fur and they have wolf-like features, including clawed hands and long-canine jaws. They also seem to be devoid of sapient intelligence, mindlessly howling as they pursue any human they see. It should be noted, however, that they are very cunning as predatory hunters, as they fight effectively in groups, using pack coordination alongside surprisingly effective tactics, such as ambushes, tag-teaming, and surrounding prey just like actual wolves. However it is this limited intelligence that makes them vulnerable to Monster Tamers like the two in the gang right now that can control and manipulate them to their own ends, at least enough to point them in the direction of their targets, whereas True Lycans would have the mental fortitude to resist. It is for this reason that Wolfuranians are also called The False Nightwalkers. Not that this distinction did the townspeople much good as they were still being swarmed by Monsters and Bandits. One hundred ninety-four opponents in all. The village's defenders were putting up a fight but they were just too badly outnumbered. When they tried to push back the bandits they were flanked by the wolves. When they tried to push back the wolves they were flanked by the bandits. One of the guards broke out of a pile of rubble, shook it off, picked up his sword and then ran into a crowd of bandits and clashed with them. One of the bandits parried him with his own sword and another aimed his pistol at the protector and fired at his head only for the protector to dodge the bullet while continuing to clash with the bandit and then he kicked him away, dodged another point blank pistol shot and then he parried another attack from a third bandit followed by parrying another attack and dodging the third bullet only to be kicked in the leg followed by a fourth bandit slashing him down his chest to knock him back. Then the gunman bandit pistol whipped him while he was off guard and shooting him repeatedly in the chest! As the man fell back the other bandits slashed him down and sent him flying back. The guard's back struck the side of a house and he fell to the ground, his aura flickering. Another guard yelled out as she tackled one of the wolf monsters, grabbed it and turned and threw it away utilizing it's own force against it. She was immediately jumped by others and she managed to kick two of them away and block the strike of another one but then it slashed at her with the dagger held in its free arm repeatedly to force her back and slashed her across the face before leaning in to bite her but she held off its mouth with her arm guard only to be tackled away by another wolf. She crashed into a pile of logs and broke them apart. Her aura flickered but held. She shook it off and started to get back on her feet when she noticed the monsters charging in. They leaped into the air towards her growling and snarling and opening their mouths wide with their claws extended! She gritted her teeth and raised her fists to protect herself when a crimson blur of speed leaped over her! A Crimson Blur. A Gust Of Wind. A Crack Of Thunder. An Explosion Of Force. The Monsters were blown backwards upwards and backwards through the air with their auras flickering rapidly until they eventually landed on the roof of a building belly up. Their auras shattering as the wolfs whined in pain. A red cape blew in the wind as a knight in crimson armor turned around and her eyes lit up with joy. "You came..."  Sir Crimson held out his free hand to the guardswoman. "Sorry we're late. We interrogated another group on the way here and we learned about the attack." His voice was filtered by his helmet speaker sounding almost metallic but she could still sense the kindness and authority in his voice. "I'm just glad we made it in time." "Thank you, sir, but...who's we? Who else did you bring?" "My backup." A smaller female figure dressed in crimson samurai armor raced across the roof of a building, leaped off of the roof and down to the ground where she sprung forward and slashed the bandits attacking the guardsman. She slashed one man down and kept going, knocked away one man's sword and slashed him, slashed away a few bullets without slowing down and then she stepped in and slashed him down then she made a slight turn deflect the blade of the next man and slash him down. The guardsman caught his breath and looked up at his crimson clad savior as the thugs fell to the ground with their auras flickering. She turned around to face him and even with the mask covering the lower half of her face he could tell she was smiling thanks to her kind eyes.  "You can relax now sir. The cavalry's here." Redriot informed him. |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Jun 2, 2021 22:48:31 GMT
The Battle Of Bearspire
Engineered on the left side of a grove, the settlement of Bearspire is home to a town of craftsmen. This settlement wasn't built by a grove by accident, as it has natural defenses, which is of great importance to the townspeople and its success. The settlement itself looks crude. With its galvanized steel rooftops, galvanised steel walls and whistling wind, Bearspire has a metallic, shining, sparkling, homely atmosphere. The main attraction is the lighthouse tower, which was built 103 years ago and designed by difference races. Bearspire has a healthy economy, which is mainly supported by fishing, medicine, mining, wine brewing and jewelcrafting. But their biggest strengths are delicate tailoring, prosperous trade and rare crop farming. It was this beautiful and prosperous and shining town that was under attack by The Onyx Ravenclaw Bandit Tribe's Demon Sword Riders Division, a gang of one hundred thirty-four armed men and women clad in the gear of the Bandit Tribe. This set of armor has a hood with a face guard shaped like a skull. Attached to the top is a thick layer of animal fur, covering every surface. The shoulders are fairly rounded, long and enormous. They're decorated with three straight lines of spikes, reaching from side to side. The upper arms are protected by chainmail rerebraces which sit quite well under the shoulderplates. The lower arms are covered by vambraces which have several layers of crafted leather attached to the outer sides, they form a wing-like pattern. The breastplate is made from one large piece of leather with edges of fur, which sits perfectly just under the shoulderplates. It covers only the front, the back is where the attachment straps are and they offer no real protection. The upper legs are covered by a skirt of vertical layers of leather and fur reaching below the groin. The front is open. The lower legs are protected by leather shin guards which have layers of colored feathers on the outer sides. Thin fur pants are worn beneath this all. They are further backed up sixty wolf monsters called Wolfuranians. Wolfuranians are considered less powerful, smaller, weaker offshoots of true Lycantrhopes, specifically bread as weapons of war ages ago, they ended up getting out of control and now roam the wilderness in various wild packs. They walk on two feet and wear rags of clothing and they're covered in dark blue fur and they have wolf-like features, including clawed hands and long-canine jaws. They also seem to be devoid of sapient intelligence, mindlessly howling as they pursue any human they see. It should be noted, however, that they are very cunning as predatory hunters, as they fight effectively in groups, using pack coordination alongside surprisingly effective tactics, such as ambushes, tag-teaming, and surrounding prey just like actual wolves. However it is this limited intelligence that makes them vulnerable to Monster Tamers like the two in the gang right now that can control and manipulate them to their own ends, at least enough to point them in the direction of their targets, whereas True Lycans would have the mental fortitude to resist. It is for this reason that Wolfuranians are also called The False Nightwalkers. Not that this distinction did the townspeople much good as they were still being swarmed by Monsters and Bandits. One hundred ninety-four opponents in all. The village's defenders were putting up a fight but they were just too badly outnumbered. When they tried to push back the bandits they were flanked by the wolves. When they tried to push back the wolves they were flanked by the bandits. One of the guards broke out of a pile of rubble, shook it off, picked up his sword and then ran into a crowd of bandits and clashed with them. One of the bandits parried him with his own sword and another aimed his pistol at the protector and fired at his head only for the protector to dodge the bullet while continuing to clash with the bandit and then he kicked him away, dodged another point blank pistol shot and then he parried another attack from a third bandit followed by parrying another attack and dodging the third bullet only to be kicked in the leg followed by a fourth bandit slashing him down his chest to knock him back. Then the gunman bandit pistol whipped him while he was off guard and shooting him repeatedly in the chest! As the man fell back the other bandits slashed him down and sent him flying back. The guard's back struck the side of a house and he fell to the ground, his aura flickering. Another guard yelled out as she tackled one of the wolf monsters, grabbed it and turned and threw it away utilizing it's own force against it. She was immediately jumped by others and she managed to kick two of them away and block the strike of another one but then it slashed at her with the dagger held in its free arm repeatedly to force her back and slashed her across the face before leaning in to bite her but she held off its mouth with her arm guard only to be tackled away by another wolf. She crashed into a pile of logs and broke them apart. Her aura flickered but held. She shook it off and started to get back on her feet when she noticed the monsters charging in. They leaped into the air towards her growling and snarling and opening their mouths wide with their claws extended! She gritted her teeth and raised her fists to protect herself when a crimson blur of speed leaped over her! A Crimson Blur. A Gust Of Wind. A Crack Of Thunder. An Explosion Of Force. The Monsters were blown backwards upwards and backwards through the air with their auras flickering rapidly until they eventually landed on the roof of a building belly up. Their auras shattering as the wolfs whined in pain. A red cape blew in the wind as a knight in crimson armor turned around and her eyes lit up with joy. "You came..." Sir Crimson held out his free hand to the guardswoman. "Sorry we're late. We interrogated another group on the way here and we learned about the attack." His voice was filtered by his helmet speaker sounding almost metallic but she could still sense the kindness and authority in his voice. "I'm just glad we made it in time." "Thank you, sir, but...who's we? Who else did you bring?" "My backup." A smaller female figure dressed in crimson samurai armor raced across the roof of a building, leaped off of the roof and down to the ground where she sprung forward and slashed the bandits attacking the guardsman. She slashed one man down and kept going, knocked away one man's sword and slashed him, slashed away a few bullets without slowing down and then she stepped in and slashed him down then she made a slight turn deflect the blade of the next man and slash him down. The guardsman caught his breath and looked up at his crimson clad savior as the thugs fell to the ground with their auras flickering. She turned around to face him and even with the mask covering the lower half of her face he could tell she was smiling thanks to her kind eyes. "You can relax now sir. The cavalry's here." Redriot informed him. "Thanks for the save. You're...Redriot, right?" "That's me sir. My father and I found out about the attack and we came here to back you up." She reached down to her belt and took out a pouch full of potions and then walked over and handed them to him. "Here. Take these. Drink one for yourself and then distribute the rest among your wounded as best you can. It's not much but it's better than nothing. We would have more to distribute but we were in a rush to get here. Don't worry though. Reinforcements are on their way. We just have to take care of business until then." "Thank you, but, are you sure about this? There's hundreds of them!" "Almost two hundred but not quite. Don't worry. We can handle this." She reassured him as the men behind her started getting to their feet only for Redriot to turn back around and lunge forward and strike the first man with a few slashes to break his aura and then she grabbed him and flung him against his companions before turning around, parrying a strike from the bandit and slicing him up and down and left and right. She noticed a barrage of bullets flying her way at 2,500 Feet Per Second, 1,700 MPH, so she just grabbed the bandit she was already beating up and held him up as a human shield. The bullets struck his back and shattered what remaining aura he had! The bandits stopped in shock after realizing they just riddled their own man with bullets so she tossed him away and went back to work on the two remaining bandits closest to her, blitzing them before they could do anything and slashing one man while kicking out at the other to knock him down and then she returned her attention to the first guy and took his back, slashed him a few times and then she smacked him to the ground and returned her attention to the guy she'd just kicked away, caught up to him, grabbed his foot, yanked him forward and slashed him with her sword and slammed him down to the ground. She stomped on his chest and smacked him back and forth across his face with her sword until his aura broke and then she kicked him unconscious. She twirled her sword, smirked behind her mask and she left him to his fate. Redriot advanced on the remaining bandits and she quickly closed the distance between them while slashing with her sword to cut through the bullets they managed to send her way and then once she reached them she quickly disarmed the first man and she quickly slashed him a few times with her sword before smacking him across the back of his head and striking him to the ground and squared off with the rest of the badits and monsters who were quickly surrounding her. The wolves leaped over the bandits and charged her in a circle so Redriot ran towards the closest one and sprung up onto its back and then she leaped off of it and onto the group of encroaching bandits while slashing downward with her sword. She slashed down one of them and kicked him backward into his buddies before she turned to parry a few slashes from one of them while dodging some close range bullets. She quickly moved in and began slashing and hacking away the bandits around her. Their auras would hold but she was still knocking them around and giving herself some breathing room as she ran towards a small building pursued by the bandits and their beasts. The wolves would reach her first but Redriot had a lead on them. She reached the building and jumped in through the broken window. As she expected the wolves tried to jump in after her but the window was too small and the one jumping in got stuck in it! She avoided its grasping claw while the monster tried to break through and then she closed in and began slashing it repeatedly with her sword. It was trapped after all. Might as well get in some free hits. She kept this up until the bandits kicked down the door and began flooding in. The moment they started flooding in though she left the monster where it was and ran towards the bandits, stuck his sword and forced it down to the floor which she quickly followed up with a flurry of sword strikes that busted him up and weakened his aura. She ended this with a kick in the balls and a backhand across the face from her gauntlet that floored him. The next bandit charged in with a quick sword thrust but she saw it coming and dodged him and moved around in a circle that brought her sword around to slash one bandit across the face. She continued spinning around and cracked her sword against the other guy's neck! He was knocked to the floor and slid across it until he bumped his head against a desk. He was down for the moment so she focused on the task at hand. She pushed back the bandits and used the doorway to bottleneck them. Only one of them could come in at a time and they would have to come at her from the front so she could wail on them with her furious slashes without concern so long as she remembered to watch her back from the thugs that had already made it inside and whatever could attack her through the windows. |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Jun 7, 2021 1:13:36 GMT
The Battle Of Bearspire
Engineered on the left side of a grove, the settlement of Bearspire is home to a town of craftsmen. This settlement wasn't built by a grove by accident, as it has natural defenses, which is of great importance to the townspeople and its success. The settlement itself looks crude. With its galvanized steel rooftops, galvanised steel walls and whistling wind, Bearspire has a metallic, shining, sparkling, homely atmosphere. The main attraction is the lighthouse tower, which was built 103 years ago and designed by difference races. Bearspire has a healthy economy, which is mainly supported by fishing, medicine, mining, wine brewing and jewelcrafting. But their biggest strengths are delicate tailoring, prosperous trade and rare crop farming. It was this beautiful and prosperous and shining town that was under attack by The Onyx Ravenclaw Bandit Tribe's Demon Sword Riders Division, a gang of one hundred thirty-four armed men and women clad in the gear of the Bandit Tribe. This set of armor has a hood with a face guard shaped like a skull. Attached to the top is a thick layer of animal fur, covering every surface. The shoulders are fairly rounded, long and enormous. They're decorated with three straight lines of spikes, reaching from side to side. The upper arms are protected by chainmail rerebraces which sit quite well under the shoulderplates. The lower arms are covered by vambraces which have several layers of crafted leather attached to the outer sides, they form a wing-like pattern. The breastplate is made from one large piece of leather with edges of fur, which sits perfectly just under the shoulderplates. It covers only the front, the back is where the attachment straps are and they offer no real protection. The upper legs are covered by a skirt of vertical layers of leather and fur reaching below the groin. The front is open. The lower legs are protected by leather shin guards which have layers of colored feathers on the outer sides. Thin fur pants are worn beneath this all. They are further backed up sixty wolf monsters called Wolfuranians. Wolfuranians are considered less powerful, smaller, weaker offshoots of true Lycantrhopes, specifically bread as weapons of war ages ago, they ended up getting out of control and now roam the wilderness in various wild packs. They walk on two feet and wear rags of clothing and they're covered in dark blue fur and they have wolf-like features, including clawed hands and long-canine jaws. They also seem to be devoid of sapient intelligence, mindlessly howling as they pursue any human they see. It should be noted, however, that they are very cunning as predatory hunters, as they fight effectively in groups, using pack coordination alongside surprisingly effective tactics, such as ambushes, tag-teaming, and surrounding prey just like actual wolves. However it is this limited intelligence that makes them vulnerable to Monster Tamers like the two in the gang right now that can control and manipulate them to their own ends, at least enough to point them in the direction of their targets, whereas True Lycans would have the mental fortitude to resist. It is for this reason that Wolfuranians are also called The False Nightwalkers. Not that this distinction did the townspeople much good as they were still being swarmed by Monsters and Bandits. One hundred ninety-four opponents in all. The village's defenders were putting up a fight but they were just too badly outnumbered. When they tried to push back the bandits they were flanked by the wolves. When they tried to push back the wolves they were flanked by the bandits. One of the guards broke out of a pile of rubble, shook it off, picked up his sword and then ran into a crowd of bandits and clashed with them. One of the bandits parried him with his own sword and another aimed his pistol at the protector and fired at his head only for the protector to dodge the bullet while continuing to clash with the bandit and then he kicked him away, dodged another point blank pistol shot and then he parried another attack from a third bandit followed by parrying another attack and dodging the third bullet only to be kicked in the leg followed by a fourth bandit slashing him down his chest to knock him back. Then the gunman bandit pistol whipped him while he was off guard and shooting him repeatedly in the chest! As the man fell back the other bandits slashed him down and sent him flying back. The guard's back struck the side of a house and he fell to the ground, his aura flickering. Another guard yelled out as she tackled one of the wolf monsters, grabbed it and turned and threw it away utilizing it's own force against it. She was immediately jumped by others and she managed to kick two of them away and block the strike of another one but then it slashed at her with the dagger held in its free arm repeatedly to force her back and slashed her across the face before leaning in to bite her but she held off its mouth with her arm guard only to be tackled away by another wolf. She crashed into a pile of logs and broke them apart. Her aura flickered but held. She shook it off and started to get back on her feet when she noticed the monsters charging in. They leaped into the air towards her growling and snarling and opening their mouths wide with their claws extended! She gritted her teeth and raised her fists to protect herself when a crimson blur of speed leaped over her! A Crimson Blur. A Gust Of Wind. A Crack Of Thunder. An Explosion Of Force. The Monsters were blown backwards upwards and backwards through the air with their auras flickering rapidly until they eventually landed on the roof of a building belly up. Their auras shattering as the wolfs whined in pain. A red cape blew in the wind as a knight in crimson armor turned around and her eyes lit up with joy. "You came..." Sir Crimson held out his free hand to the guardswoman. "Sorry we're late. We interrogated another group on the way here and we learned about the attack." His voice was filtered by his helmet speaker sounding almost metallic but she could still sense the kindness and authority in his voice. "I'm just glad we made it in time." "Thank you, sir, but...who's we? Who else did you bring?" "My backup." "Your...backup? Who did you bring? How many?" "Just my daughter and me. Don't worry. We'll be more than enough." Sir Crimson assured her. "Anyway. She's probably already going wild by now so I should do the same." He turned back around and advanced on the mob. "Tend to your wounded and regroup then rejoin the fight when you're able. We'll clean up the mob in the meantime." "Ah, okay, r-right." She ran off to distribute the potions. Sir Crimson walked towards the bandits who were quaking in their boots and backing away from him. Even the Wolfuranians were hesitant to attack him. "Oh...Gods Above...is that really him?!" "They say he fights like a demon! That his armor was dyed red with the blood of his enemies!" "It's The Crimson Devil himself! Oh help us..." "What do we do? What the hell do we do?! We need to run!" "You know as well as I do that we'll hunt down and slay any deserters! Now I don't care what kind of stupid legends you've heard about him! He's ONE MAN! We've got an army and he's one man! We'll surround him and attack him all at once!" The bandit turned his attention back to Sir Crimson. "First we'll turn him into a pin cushion and then we'll got skin his whore!" *KRA-KOOM!*
There was another thunderclap like a bomb had just went off! The wind burst around them and a cloud of dust and dirt was thrown into the air! Sir Crimson struck the man with his sword so hard it sent the bandit lieutenant flying through the air into and through the side of a building! The bandit broke through the wall and fell into the building. His aura breaking off as he did. "Don't ever insult Redriot's good name in my presence if you know what's good for you." He warned the rest of the bandits. "Alright, now that we've gotten that out of the way and the back of my hand is all warmed up, shall we begin?" "What do we do?" "We don't have a choice! CHARGE!" The bandits rushed him en masse. |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Jun 9, 2021 2:44:02 GMT
The Battle Of Bearspire
Engineered on the left side of a grove, the settlement of Bearspire is home to a town of craftsmen. This settlement wasn't built by a grove by accident, as it has natural defenses, which is of great importance to the townspeople and its success. The settlement itself looks crude. With its galvanized steel rooftops, galvanised steel walls and whistling wind, Bearspire has a metallic, shining, sparkling, homely atmosphere. The main attraction is the lighthouse tower, which was built 103 years ago and designed by difference races. Bearspire has a healthy economy, which is mainly supported by fishing, medicine, mining, wine brewing and jewelcrafting. But their biggest strengths are delicate tailoring, prosperous trade and rare crop farming. It was this beautiful and prosperous and shining town that was under attack by The Onyx Ravenclaw Bandit Tribe's Demon Sword Riders Division, a gang of one hundred thirty-four armed men and women clad in the gear of the Bandit Tribe. This set of armor has a hood with a face guard shaped like a skull. Attached to the top is a thick layer of animal fur, covering every surface. The shoulders are fairly rounded, long and enormous. They're decorated with three straight lines of spikes, reaching from side to side. The upper arms are protected by chainmail rerebraces which sit quite well under the shoulderplates. The lower arms are covered by vambraces which have several layers of crafted leather attached to the outer sides, they form a wing-like pattern. The breastplate is made from one large piece of leather with edges of fur, which sits perfectly just under the shoulderplates. It covers only the front, the back is where the attachment straps are and they offer no real protection. The upper legs are covered by a skirt of vertical layers of leather and fur reaching below the groin. The front is open. The lower legs are protected by leather shin guards which have layers of colored feathers on the outer sides. Thin fur pants are worn beneath this all. They are further backed up sixty wolf monsters called Wolfuranians. Wolfuranians are considered less powerful, smaller, weaker offshoots of true Lycantrhopes, specifically bread as weapons of war ages ago, they ended up getting out of control and now roam the wilderness in various wild packs. They walk on two feet and wear rags of clothing and they're covered in dark blue fur and they have wolf-like features, including clawed hands and long-canine jaws. They also seem to be devoid of sapient intelligence, mindlessly howling as they pursue any human they see. It should be noted, however, that they are very cunning as predatory hunters, as they fight effectively in groups, using pack coordination alongside surprisingly effective tactics, such as ambushes, tag-teaming, and surrounding prey just like actual wolves. However it is this limited intelligence that makes them vulnerable to Monster Tamers like the two in the gang right now that can control and manipulate them to their own ends, at least enough to point them in the direction of their targets, whereas True Lycans would have the mental fortitude to resist. It is for this reason that Wolfuranians are also called The False Nightwalkers. Not that this distinction did the townspeople much good as they were still being swarmed by Monsters and Bandits. One hundred ninety-four opponents in all. The village's defenders were putting up a fight but they were just too badly outnumbered. When they tried to push back the bandits they were flanked by the wolves. When they tried to push back the wolves they were flanked by the bandits. One of the guards broke out of a pile of rubble, shook it off, picked up his sword and then ran into a crowd of bandits and clashed with them. One of the bandits parried him with his own sword and another aimed his pistol at the protector and fired at his head only for the protector to dodge the bullet while continuing to clash with the bandit and then he kicked him away, dodged another point blank pistol shot and then he parried another attack from a third bandit followed by parrying another attack and dodging the third bullet only to be kicked in the leg followed by a fourth bandit slashing him down his chest to knock him back. Then the gunman bandit pistol whipped him while he was off guard and shooting him repeatedly in the chest! As the man fell back the other bandits slashed him down and sent him flying back. The guard's back struck the side of a house and he fell to the ground, his aura flickering. Another guard yelled out as she tackled one of the wolf monsters, grabbed it and turned and threw it away utilizing it's own force against it. She was immediately jumped by others and she managed to kick two of them away and block the strike of another one but then it slashed at her with the dagger held in its free arm repeatedly to force her back and slashed her across the face before leaning in to bite her but she held off its mouth with her arm guard only to be tackled away by another wolf. She crashed into a pile of logs and broke them apart. Her aura flickered but held. She shook it off and started to get back on her feet when she noticed the monsters charging in. They leaped into the air towards her growling and snarling and opening their mouths wide with their claws extended! She gritted her teeth and raised her fists to protect herself when a crimson blur of speed leaped over her! A Crimson Blur. A Gust Of Wind. A Crack Of Thunder. An Explosion Of Force. The Monsters were blown backwards upwards and backwards through the air with their auras flickering rapidly until they eventually landed on the roof of a building belly up. Their auras shattering as the wolfs whined in pain. A red cape blew in the wind as a knight in crimson armor turned around and her eyes lit up with joy. "You came..." Sir Crimson held out his free hand to the guardswoman. "Sorry we're late. We interrogated another group on the way here and we learned about the attack." His voice was filtered by his helmet speaker sounding almost metallic but she could still sense the kindness and authority in his voice. "I'm just glad we made it in time." "Thank you, sir, but...who's we? Who else did you bring?" "My backup." "Your...backup? Who did you bring? How many?" "Just my daughter and me. Don't worry. We'll be more than enough." Sir Crimson assured her. "Anyway. She's probably already going wild by now so I should do the same." He turned back around and advanced on the mob. "Tend to your wounded and regroup then rejoin the fight when you're able. We'll clean up the mob in the meantime." "Ah, okay, r-right." She ran off to distribute the potions. Sir Crimson walked towards the bandits who were quaking in their boots and backing away from him. Even the Wolfuranians were hesitant to attack him. "Oh...Gods Above...is that really him?!" "They say he fights like a demon! That his armor was dyed red with the blood of his enemies!" "It's The Crimson Devil himself! Oh help us..." "What do we do? What the hell do we do?! We need to run!" "You know as well as I do that we'll hunt down and slay any deserters! Now I don't care what kind of stupid legends you've heard about him! He's ONE MAN! We've got an army and he's one man! We'll surround him and attack him all at once!" The bandit turned his attention back to Sir Crimson. "First we'll turn him into a pin cushion and then we'll got skin his whore!" *KRA-KOOM!*
There was another thunderclap like a bomb had just went off! The wind burst around them and a cloud of dust and dirt was thrown into the air! Sir Crimson struck the man with his sword so hard it sent the bandit lieutenant flying through the air into and through the side of a building! The bandit broke through the wall and fell into the building. His aura breaking off as he did. "Don't ever insult Redriot's good name in my presence if you know what's good for you." He warned the rest of the bandits. "Alright, now that we've gotten that out of the way and the back of my hand is all warmed up, shall we begin?" "What do we do?" "We don't have a choice! CHARGE!" The bandits rushed him en masse. Sir Crimson was on them before they knew what was happening. He brought his sword down on a man and smashed him into the ground! He immediately followed this up by slashing away another few men and knocking them backwards and then blitzing the men who tried to attack him from behind, cutting down all four them before they could react! He slashed one man down with a downward slash, then rose his sword and slashed another across his side, then brought his sword around and slashed the next man down and finally he closed in on the fourth bandit and struck him on the back of his head and smashed him to the ground. As those four men fell he ran towards the others and brought his sword up to disarm the first man who tried to attack him by sending his sword up into the air and then he smashed the man down to the ground. He quickly struck down his comrades and watched as the wolves enclosed him. "Heh." He waited for them to close in on him and then he suddenly swung his sword around in a circle! He caught one in the stomach and swung it around to hit the others around it and catching it up in the circle and then he finally stopped and let go and sent the wolves crashing into the group of bandits! He kept moving and he proceeded to cut them down. With his extreme strength and speed it was like meat in a blender! His blade was like a whirlwind around him cutting down anyone who he got close to! It was a crimson whirlwind that surrounded him like a tornado and enveloped him like a cloak! He dashed around the battlefield cutting down the horde of bandits and knocking them into the air like they were children's playthings! (I hope you're having as much fun as I am kid...huh. I wonder what Ken's up to these days?)Redriot meanwhile was making headway on beating out the bandits who'd been trying to break into the building by bottlenecking the front door. She kept this up until she heard another window break and the bandits starting to break in through there while a wall was broken down and the wolves started to swarm inside! "And that's my exit cue!" She knocked back a few of them and ran out of the building, jumped on top of a bandit's head and used him as a springboard to leap up onto the rooof! She laughed and tapped the back of her sword against her shoulder. "Come on guys! I thought you were supposed to be the big scary bandit tribe! Can't you take down one little girl like me? Or is it..." She slashed a few bullets out of the air without even pausing. "That you're scared of a real fight?!" "Gods Above...Sir Crimson is one thing but what the hell is this kid?!" "Is she a monster too?" "Do not panic! She's skilled but she's just one little girl! Signal our snipers and riders. The rest of you close in and drag her down. If we can take her hostage we can bring down Sir Crimson. GO! NOW!" "...Sir, with all due respect, this kid is a freak of nature! She's been tearing us apart!" "Shut up and do it! We are The Onyx Ravenclaw Bandit Tribe's Demon Sword Riders Division! WE FEAR NOTHING! SHE IS ONE WOMAN! SHE IS A CHILD! WE WILL SHOW NO FEAR TO HER! GET UP AND TEAR HER DOWN!" "Hey! Uh, listen, I'm guessing you're a Lieutenant or something? Not for nothing, I don't want to tell you how to be a Bandit, but you'd get better results if you were nice to your troops." Redriot teased. "THAT TEARS IT! SHE DIES! FORWARD!" The bandits and the wolves spread around the building and quickly began scaling it to get at her. "That's better. Show me some mettle!" |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Jun 16, 2021 22:23:03 GMT
"Your...backup? Who did you bring? How many?" "Just my daughter and me. Don't worry. We'll be more than enough." Sir Crimson assured her. "Anyway. She's probably already going wild by now so I should do the same." He turned back around and advanced on the mob. "Tend to your wounded and regroup then rejoin the fight when you're able. We'll clean up the mob in the meantime." "Ah, okay, r-right." She ran off to distribute the potions. Sir Crimson walked towards the bandits who were quaking in their boots and backing away from him. Even the Wolfuranians were hesitant to attack him. "Oh...Gods Above...is that really him?!" "They say he fights like a demon! That his armor was dyed red with the blood of his enemies!" "It's The Crimson Devil himself! Oh help us..." "What do we do? What the hell do we do?! We need to run!" "You know as well as I do that we'll hunt down and slay any deserters! Now I don't care what kind of stupid legends you've heard about him! He's ONE MAN! We've got an army and he's one man! We'll surround him and attack him all at once!" The bandit turned his attention back to Sir Crimson. "First we'll turn him into a pin cushion and then we'll got skin his whore!" *KRA-KOOM!*
There was another thunderclap like a bomb had just went off! The wind burst around them and a cloud of dust and dirt was thrown into the air! Sir Crimson struck the man with his sword so hard it sent the bandit lieutenant flying through the air into and through the side of a building! The bandit broke through the wall and fell into the building. His aura breaking off as he did. "Don't ever insult Redriot's good name in my presence if you know what's good for you." He warned the rest of the bandits. "Alright, now that we've gotten that out of the way and the back of my hand is all warmed up, shall we begin?" "What do we do?" "We don't have a choice! CHARGE!" The bandits rushed him en masse. Sir Crimson was on them before they knew what was happening. He brought his sword down on a man and smashed him into the ground! He immediately followed this up by slashing away another few men and knocking them backwards and then blitzing the men who tried to attack him from behind, cutting down all four them before they could react! He slashed one man down with a downward slash, then rose his sword and slashed another across his side, then brought his sword around and slashed the next man down and finally he closed in on the fourth bandit and struck him on the back of his head and smashed him to the ground. As those four men fell he ran towards the others and brought his sword up to disarm the first man who tried to attack him by sending his sword up into the air and then he smashed the man down to the ground. He quickly struck down his comrades and watched as the wolves enclosed him. "Heh." He waited for them to close in on him and then he suddenly swung his sword around in a circle! He caught one in the stomach and swung it around to hit the others around it and catching it up in the circle and then he finally stopped and let go and sent the wolves crashing into the group of bandits! He kept moving and he proceeded to cut them down. With his extreme strength and speed it was like meat in a blender! His blade was like a whirlwind around him cutting down anyone who he got close to! It was a crimson whirlwind that surrounded him like a tornado and enveloped him like a cloak! He dashed around the battlefield cutting down the horde of bandits and knocking them into the air like they were children's playthings! (I hope you're having as much fun as I am kid...huh. I wonder what Ken's up to these days?)Redriot meanwhile was making headway on beating out the bandits who'd been trying to break into the building by bottlenecking the front door. She kept this up until she heard another window break and the bandits starting to break in through there while a wall was broken down and the wolves started to swarm inside! "And that's my exit cue!" She knocked back a few of them and ran out of the building, jumped on top of a bandit's head and used him as a springboard to leap up onto the rooof! She laughed and tapped the back of her sword against her shoulder. "Come on guys! I thought you were supposed to be the big scary bandit tribe! Can't you take down one little girl like me? Or is it..." She slashed a few bullets out of the air without even pausing. "That you're scared of a real fight?!" "Gods Above...Sir Crimson is one thing but what the hell is this kid?!" "Is she a monster too?" "Do not panic! She's skilled but she's just one little girl! Signal our snipers and riders. The rest of you close in and drag her down. If we can take her hostage we can bring down Sir Crimson. GO! NOW!" "...Sir, with all due respect, this kid is a freak of nature! She's been tearing us apart!" "Shut up and do it! We are The Onyx Ravenclaw Bandit Tribe's Demon Sword Riders Division! WE FEAR NOTHING! SHE IS ONE WOMAN! SHE IS A CHILD! WE WILL SHOW NO FEAR TO HER! GET UP AND TEAR HER DOWN!" "Hey! Uh, listen, I'm guessing you're a Lieutenant or something? Not for nothing, I don't want to tell you how to be a Bandit, but you'd get better results if you were nice to your troops." Redriot teased. "THAT TEARS IT! SHE DIES! FORWARD!" The bandits and the wolves spread around the building and quickly began scaling it to get at her. "That's better. Show me some mettle!" Redriot ran around the roof knocking the bandits down off the roof but the wolves climbed up all around her so Redriot rushed them down. She leaped into the air and vertically spun forward in the air while slashing with her sword in a circular motion, slashing the back of one of the wolves, landing on her feet and stopping on the edge of the roof and waiting for the wolves. She twirled her sword as they all swarmed her from the front and the sides. Her response was to charge forward while swinging and bending her blade in a winding motion along with her body and making multiple consecutive slashes as she twisted her body and sword in her continuous flowing fashion. It was this flowing dance that maneuvered her through the oncoming pack of wolves. She continuously moved towards them and around their attacks while parrying their claws and blades and retaliating with slicing cutting strikes with her sword on their unprotected bodies. Across their stomachs, down their torsos, on their wrists, down their arms, across the backs of their legs, at their heads and across their backs! All while the attacks from her enemies appeared to pass right through her! The greater the force of your stride, the more you must be sure that the ground will support it. Without sufficient friction, your foot will slide out from underneath you as pivot over it, and plant you on your face. That is, if your foot didn’t slide out from under you when you first landed upon it, and thus deposit you on your back. Only after you have mastered the art of deliberately channeling Aura through your feet and into the ground with every step can you begin to outrun a Wolfuranian on foot. You will have to practice even more than that to do it without thinking! Don’t forget that pavement, gravel paths, dirt roads, and grass-bearing soil all offer extremely different levels of resistance. An adept can race across any possible surface. A master can adjust reflexively to surprises, such as a random patch of mud in the middle of a dry field, even while his mind is fixed upon his opponent. Long is the journey to reach that level. The Veridian Warriors have a long history of combining this technique with the high-speed movement technique of Flash Steps Reducing Earth: A basic high-speed movement technique, developed long before magic became commonplace; effectively, through the user slamming their foot upon earth ten times in a split second, they are capable of kicking off the ground in the blink of an eye and live up to the technique's name of "reduced earth" as the technique shrinks the distance between the user and their target in a split second. The real secret of this technique of course was focusing the majority of her body weight to one of her legs for the briefest of moments before stomping the foot where most of her weight is focused upon the solid surface of where she was standing at a rapid velocity before shifting the weight back to the rest of her frame, generating enough thrust to propel her forward at incredible speeds, accelerating at velocities that are almost untraceable to reach short or long distances near instantaneously all while slashing at her enemies around her. It should be taken into consideration that in order to perform the technique at all, she requires a solid surface to kick into and thus produce enough thrust. According to the untrained eyes of those watching on while the user performs this technique, more often than not it appears as if the user has effectively teleported using sheer power and speed alone, moving faster than anyone is capable of following as they seem to reduce the earth between the themselves and the opponent in the blink of an eye. When she finished her attacks she spun out and lowered her sword for a few seconds as she reflected upon the lessons of her father and Miss Mochizuki echoing in her mind when they taught her this sword dance. Let your rapidity be that of the wind, your gentleness that of the forest, your fury of a tempered flame, with the fluidity of water.
" Phantom Sword Dance: Tornado Shredder." She announced as the wolves behind her fell over. "WHAT THE WHAT?!" She didn't give them time to adjust and dived right back into the fight! The captains of the demon swords watched this carnage unfold from a distance. "This isn't looking good. None of our men can touch Crimson and that kid is a monster." Cheyenne sighed. "What's our move?" Bromwell the leader stepped up. "I'll keep Crimson busy. Tell everyone else to focus their efforts on the kid." "Bromwell are you crazy?! You know what kind of a monster he is!" "I only need to last long enough for you to capture her, Llewellyn. Once we bring her down we'll have him at our mercy." He informed his minion. "Go. Bring our riders and archers. Use whatever means you have to in order to bring that brat down. Bonus if you make her suffer first." "I like the sound of that!" Cheyenne laughed and jumped on top of a roof and began playing her flute to direct the wolves and signal the rest of the bandits to zero in on Redriot. "As you command sir!" Llewellyn and Ransford rode into battle against her to join their men while Bromwell proceeded towards Sir Crimson. |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Jun 28, 2021 22:40:05 GMT
Sir Crimson was on them before they knew what was happening. He brought his sword down on a man and smashed him into the ground! He immediately followed this up by slashing away another few men and knocking them backwards and then blitzing the men who tried to attack him from behind, cutting down all four them before they could react! He slashed one man down with a downward slash, then rose his sword and slashed another across his side, then brought his sword around and slashed the next man down and finally he closed in on the fourth bandit and struck him on the back of his head and smashed him to the ground. As those four men fell he ran towards the others and brought his sword up to disarm the first man who tried to attack him by sending his sword up into the air and then he smashed the man down to the ground. He quickly struck down his comrades and watched as the wolves enclosed him. "Heh." He waited for them to close in on him and then he suddenly swung his sword around in a circle! He caught one in the stomach and swung it around to hit the others around it and catching it up in the circle and then he finally stopped and let go and sent the wolves crashing into the group of bandits! He kept moving and he proceeded to cut them down. With his extreme strength and speed it was like meat in a blender! His blade was like a whirlwind around him cutting down anyone who he got close to! It was a crimson whirlwind that surrounded him like a tornado and enveloped him like a cloak! He dashed around the battlefield cutting down the horde of bandits and knocking them into the air like they were children's playthings! (I hope you're having as much fun as I am kid...huh. I wonder what Ken's up to these days?)Redriot meanwhile was making headway on beating out the bandits who'd been trying to break into the building by bottlenecking the front door. She kept this up until she heard another window break and the bandits starting to break in through there while a wall was broken down and the wolves started to swarm inside! "And that's my exit cue!" She knocked back a few of them and ran out of the building, jumped on top of a bandit's head and used him as a springboard to leap up onto the rooof! She laughed and tapped the back of her sword against her shoulder. "Come on guys! I thought you were supposed to be the big scary bandit tribe! Can't you take down one little girl like me? Or is it..." She slashed a few bullets out of the air without even pausing. "That you're scared of a real fight?!" "Gods Above...Sir Crimson is one thing but what the hell is this kid?!" "Is she a monster too?" "Do not panic! She's skilled but she's just one little girl! Signal our snipers and riders. The rest of you close in and drag her down. If we can take her hostage we can bring down Sir Crimson. GO! NOW!" "...Sir, with all due respect, this kid is a freak of nature! She's been tearing us apart!" "Shut up and do it! We are The Onyx Ravenclaw Bandit Tribe's Demon Sword Riders Division! WE FEAR NOTHING! SHE IS ONE WOMAN! SHE IS A CHILD! WE WILL SHOW NO FEAR TO HER! GET UP AND TEAR HER DOWN!" "Hey! Uh, listen, I'm guessing you're a Lieutenant or something? Not for nothing, I don't want to tell you how to be a Bandit, but you'd get better results if you were nice to your troops." Redriot teased. "THAT TEARS IT! SHE DIES! FORWARD!" The bandits and the wolves spread around the building and quickly began scaling it to get at her. "That's better. Show me some mettle!" Redriot ran around the roof knocking the bandits down off the roof but the wolves climbed up all around her so Redriot rushed them down. She leaped into the air and vertically spun forward in the air while slashing with her sword in a circular motion, slashing the back of one of the wolves, landing on her feet and stopping on the edge of the roof and waiting for the wolves. She twirled her sword as they all swarmed her from the front and the sides. Her response was to charge forward while swinging and bending her blade in a winding motion along with her body and making multiple consecutive slashes as she twisted her body and sword in her continuous flowing fashion. It was this flowing dance that maneuvered her through the oncoming pack of wolves. She continuously moved towards them and around their attacks while parrying their claws and blades and retaliating with slicing cutting strikes with her sword on their unprotected bodies. Across their stomachs, down their torsos, on their wrists, down their arms, across the backs of their legs, at their heads and across their backs! All while the attacks from her enemies appeared to pass right through her! The greater the force of your stride, the more you must be sure that the ground will support it. Without sufficient friction, your foot will slide out from underneath you as pivot over it, and plant you on your face. That is, if your foot didn’t slide out from under you when you first landed upon it, and thus deposit you on your back. Only after you have mastered the art of deliberately channeling Aura through your feet and into the ground with every step can you begin to outrun a Wolfuranian on foot. You will have to practice even more than that to do it without thinking! Don’t forget that pavement, gravel paths, dirt roads, and grass-bearing soil all offer extremely different levels of resistance. An adept can race across any possible surface. A master can adjust reflexively to surprises, such as a random patch of mud in the middle of a dry field, even while his mind is fixed upon his opponent. Long is the journey to reach that level. The Veridian Warriors have a long history of combining this technique with the high-speed movement technique of Flash Steps Reducing Earth: A basic high-speed movement technique, developed long before magic became commonplace; effectively, through the user slamming their foot upon earth ten times in a split second, they are capable of kicking off the ground in the blink of an eye and live up to the technique's name of "reduced earth" as the technique shrinks the distance between the user and their target in a split second. The real secret of this technique of course was focusing the majority of her body weight to one of her legs for the briefest of moments before stomping the foot where most of her weight is focused upon the solid surface of where she was standing at a rapid velocity before shifting the weight back to the rest of her frame, generating enough thrust to propel her forward at incredible speeds, accelerating at velocities that are almost untraceable to reach short or long distances near instantaneously all while slashing at her enemies around her. It should be taken into consideration that in order to perform the technique at all, she requires a solid surface to kick into and thus produce enough thrust. According to the untrained eyes of those watching on while the user performs this technique, more often than not it appears as if the user has effectively teleported using sheer power and speed alone, moving faster than anyone is capable of following as they seem to reduce the earth between the themselves and the opponent in the blink of an eye. When she finished her attacks she spun out and lowered her sword for a few seconds as she reflected upon the lessons of her father and Miss Mochizuki echoing in her mind when they taught her this sword dance. Let your rapidity be that of the wind, your gentleness that of the forest, your fury of a tempered flame, with the fluidity of water.
" Phantom Sword Dance: Tornado Shredder." She announced as the wolves behind her fell over. "WHAT THE WHAT?!" She didn't give them time to adjust and dived right back into the fight! The captains of the demon swords watched this carnage unfold from a distance. "This isn't looking good. None of our men can touch Crimson and that kid is a monster." Cheyenne sighed. "What's our move?" Bromwell the leader stepped up. "I'll keep Crimson busy. Tell everyone else to focus their efforts on the kid." "Bromwell are you crazy?! You know what kind of a monster he is!" "I only need to last long enough for you to capture her, Llewellyn. Once we bring her down we'll have him at our mercy." He informed his minion. "Go. Bring our riders and archers. Use whatever means you have to in order to bring that brat down. Bonus if you make her suffer first." "I like the sound of that!" Cheyenne laughed and jumped on top of a roof and began playing her flute to direct the wolves and signal the rest of the bandits to zero in on Redriot. "As you command sir!" Llewellyn and Ransford rode into battle against her to join their men while Bromwell proceeded towards Sir Crimson. Redriot smacked back another group and turned around to see everybody gathering to attack her at once. She laughed and got ready to take them all on. "Man oh man. It's tough being popular!" She joked. She noticed the flute playing and looked up at the roof where the flute player was playing her song. "So she must be the tamer. She's trained the dogs to respond to that sound. I'm almost impressed." (If I take her out, I can stop them from directing the wolves. That should make things easier at least.) The bandits split up! Several were still charging forward towards her while the rest split up and circled around from the left and right. As she was getting ready to take them all on however she heard thunderous galloping footsteps towards them! She ran towards a nearby house and quickly ascended it and perched on top so she could get a better look at what was coming. Turns out they had reserves. A good thirty horse riders each of whom had two armed bandits riding on each horse. As they closed in on her the bandits riding on the backs of the horses leaped off of the horses and landed on top of various rooftops and taking out crystal dust powered crossbows and pointing them at her while the riders rode onward to back up the others. They had the house completely surrounded. "Okay, so you have a few more people, big deal. Come on! Who wants some?" "We'll take that challenge." Cheyenne taunted from a nearby rooftop while walking towards her. Redriot stared her down. She was clad in a cloak that appeared to be made out of leaves with a skull mask on. Underneath she had black makeup around her eyes in a butterfly pattern and she wore animal fur clothing over the same leather armor as the rest of the bandits. "So is that the Royal We or are you speaking for your punching bags?" "Well, yes but actually no." Cheyenne replied and threw off her cloak. Her body began to glow as shimmering transparent images of Cheyenne appeared over her body and then they stepped out of her body, two at a time, until there were six more of her, formed from Solidified Aura, standing in a circle around Cheyenne! "A Semblance?" "Correct. This is my Semblance: Doppelgänger Attack!" They all spoke at once and simultaneously pulled out dual ended curved hook swords. "Okay so that might be a challenge." She confessed. "I'm assuming all six of them are solid?" "That's correct." They admitted. "We are all as real as you are, Samurai Girl, and we're going to enjoy peeling the flesh off your bones! Hey Llewellyn! It's showtime!" "WARRIORS OF THE ONXY RAVENSWOOD BANDIT TRIBE'S DEMON SWORD RIDERS! HEAR ME SPEAK! LET MY WORDS REVERBERATE THROUGH YOUR MINDS AND LET GO OF YOUR FEAR! YOUR DOUBTS! YOUR WEAKNESS! YOU DO NOT KNOW FEAR! YOU DO NOT KNOW DEFEAT! YOU DO NOT KNOW WEAKNESS! YOU ARE POWER! YOU ARE STEEL! YOU ARE IRON! YOUR STRENGTH IS LIMITLESS! YOUR POWER IS WITHOUT FATHOM! YOU ARE THE DEMON SWORD RIDERS! YOU ARE THE GREATEST FIGHTING FORCE IN RESIDUUS! YOU ARE THE ULTIMATE ARMY! YOU FEAR NOTHING! YOU WILL THROW OFF YOUR CHAINS OF HUMAN LIMITS AND REACH OF YOUR PINNACLE OF STRENGTH AS POWER FILLS YOUR MUSCLES! LET GO OF HUMAN SHACKLES AND PUSH YOURSELF BEYOND YOUR BODY'S LIMITS! DO AS I COMMAND AND SLAUGHTER ALL WHO OPPOSE US!" Llewellyn shouted at the top of his lungs while thumping his chest. His voice echoed across the village and the bandits and wolves began to spasm and laugh and snarl in inhuman fashion! They began foaming at their mouths like they had rabies and they let out inhuman roars as their auras flared up and their muscles suddenly swelled up like grotesque balloons!   Redriot took a few steps back and looked around as the bandits and wolves suddenly bulked up all at once and then she looked at the clone girl and noticed her and her duplicates doing the same thing! All seven of her! Redriot swallowed and composed herself. (Oh. Ohhhhhh. Oh this is going to SUCK!) "Time to die." The clones spoke simultaneously and leaped at her all at once and brought their hooks down on the roof! The impacts broke it apart and collapsed the roof into the empty house below while she dived to the ground only to be sucker punched by a roided up wolf and sent flying away through the air! She was launched a considerable distance away until she struck the roof of another building and dropped to the ground. Redriot shook it off as she got back up and looked up to see the entire mob of bandits in hot pursuit of her and they were closing the distance incredibly fast thanks to their amplified muscles. She had to act now! Redriot took up her sword stance again. "Okay then. Once more. Phantom Sword Dance: Tornado Shredder!" She waited until the horde closed in close enough and she suddenly surged forward after digging her boots into the ground, allowing her to accelerate at incredible speeds. Just like last time, she used a series of complex flowing fluid movements to dance around the berserk bandits while she slashed at them with exquisite sword strikes, exploiting the limits of human vision to create illusions with footwork and control of movement to distract and trick her opponents into believing Redriot had cloned herself! Just like last time she charged onward while swinging and bending her blade in a winding motion along with her body and making multiple consecutive slashes as she twisted her body and sword in her continuous flowing fashion. It was this flowing dance that maneuvered her through the oncoming horde. She continuously moved towards them and around their attacks, not even bothering with parrying this time and instead using her sword and arms for slight of hand redirections instead, while retaliating with slicing cutting strikes with her sword on their unprotected bodies. Across their stomachs, down their torsos, on their wrists, down their arms, across the backs of their legs, at their heads and across their backs and all around! A blinding flurry of sword strikes from unpredictable and quickly-altering trajectories! All while the attacks from her enemies appeared to pass right through her! Wolves, bandits, riders, humans, monsters, horses, she was gliding through them all while her sword slashed at will! No waiting, no hesitation, no pausing, just go go go go go GO! It was a deadly and beautiful dance that truly demonstrated the art of sword dancing. But sadly it could not last forever. Her flowing movement carried her far but even Redriot could be interrupted when she was outnumbered this badly as demonstrated when two powered up bandits managed to block her sword and brought her dance to an end just long enough for two more to grab her! She immediately began stomping on toes and kicking them but she was slowed down enough for them to slash her chest and throw her into the air! The archers opened fire on her rapidly alongside a series of bullets from the others! She was able to recover in time to block the incoming projectiles with her sword slashes but this left her open to the wolves who leaped into the air, soaring over the bandits and slashed her and pounced on her, slamming her down into a building! She fell through the roof with the wolves on top of her, snarling and scratching and biting at her until she was able to force them back with an Aura Burst! It only gave them momentary pause but it was enough to give her some breathing room. She jumped back up to her feet, leaped over one of them while smacking it with her sword, hit the ground running and ran out of the building only to be hit by the blade of a halberd of an oncoming rider! The sudden attack sent her flying backwards several feet before she stopped and came down on her feet and looked up to see the bandits coming down on her! She jumped out of the way as the four bandits slammed their swords down on the ground and threw up dust and dirt and rocks and soil from the crater they made. "Where you looking?!" She looked back to see the clones rushing her while laughing madly and gritted her teeth underneath her mask. The first clone performed a sideways spinning jump while slashing with her hooks and Redriot dodged to the side but then the next clone performed horizontal slashes with hers and while Redriot was able to parry it the attack forced her backwards a considerable distance until she was able to slide to a stop. They were on her! A third clone leaped over the first two and spun around before slashing down with her hooks and Red had to dodge her and run to the side where she was stopped by the fourth one! Redriot was forced to desperately dodge around her wild attacks, one of which knocked off her helmet, and then she struck her legs when she had an opening and ran for it, dodged an attack from the fifth one, and was then stopped by the sixth clone and Cheyenne herself! She dodged an attack from the clone and ducked down and slashed at Cheyenne's leg but she blocked it with one hook and then she slashed at the back of her head only for Redriot to dodge this and spin away only for the clone to stab backwards with the hooks and striking her in the stomach and then Cheyenne spun and slashed her with her hooks and then landed a kick on her stomach! As she was sent flying backwards the bandits slammed into her from behind and sent her flying forward and then Cheyenne and some of her clones clotheslined her and the others hit her back up and forward and the last one clotheslined her with her hook and sent her flying forward spinning head over heels and then she slammed down on the ground! Cheyenne laughed as she approached Redriot. "We have to hand it to you kid. You've lasted way longer than we gave you credit for!" The bandits encircled her and Redriot grabbed her sword. "You lasted way longer than you had any right to." Redriot stabbed her sword in the ground and took off her face mask so she could breathe easier. She used the sword to pull herself up and took a few deep breaths before she raised her sword up and then she sheathed it. "But it's over now." Redriot looked around at the horde of pumped up bandits encircling her and lowered herself down in a Battōjutsu stance. The bandits raised their weapons and prepared to charge in. "You're going to die here and then your father will die and then we'll burn this village to the ground." Cheynne and her clones signaled the bandits and wolves. "CHARGE!" The horde charged her in a circle. She breathed in and slowly breathed it out. "Crimson Execution Variant One: Fire Cyclone Buzzsaw." She replied softly and stomped her left foot into the ground hard enough to crack the ground underneath, turned her body, unsheathed her sword in a lightning fast draw and unleashed a flaming aura buzzsaw that washed over the bandits and made them scream in agony as the whole horde was pushed back! Allow me to elaborate. While a normal strike is performed by drawing the katana from its sheath on one side while stepping forward with the opposite foot, using a single step - However, this strike adds yet another step (a second step) mid-draw with the foot adjacent to the sheath (creating a Stutter-Step) which momentarily creates an instantaneous acceleration to the forward-charge as well as the sword draw. Meanwhile, the range of the attack is increased and the Timing of the attack changes slightly, which can throw off the opponent, Although truly, a super-sword attack, it endangers the user by possibly putting the adjacent leg into the free sword's path and draws one even closer to an opponent's sword than usual, but on the other hand, boosts the Speed of the sword draw to beyond-Godspeed and even greater is the boost in force of the strike. By realizing one's insignificance and risking life and limb to protect something else while, at the same time, taking one's own, fragile human life into consideration, the user is able to step into the small margin behind one's own drawn sword and in front of the sword of one's opponent without fail, delivering a beyond-godspeed blow of monstrous power. It easily makes sense that leading with the left foot results in a slightly faster attack on the draw, since the sword is closer to the opponent than if one led with the right foot. Beyond speed however, the technique has an element of surprise to it--most swordsmen do not perform a left foot-leading battou-jutsu. Why not? Leading with the left foot is dangerous because one might cut one's own leg on the upswing if the technique is performed improperly. This is true, but I think there's an even more important reason why opposing swordsmen don't expect the left foot to lead on the draw, and that's the fact that most sword-drawing techniques tend to be high-to-low, as opposed to low-to-high (like the Ama Kakeru Ryu no Hirameki). For high-to-low slashes, a right-handed swordsman would invariably lead with the right foot because the full follow-through of a high-to-low slash ends with the sword more on the left side of the body than the right side, so one wouldn't want the left leg in the way of the down swing. Since most swordsmen are used to encountering high-to-low slashes on the draw, they'd find it surprising that one would lead with the left foot. Leading with the left foot instead of the right completely changes the body mechanics of the technique (a low-to-high slash on the draw). The technique becomes much stronger. In boxing, for example, it would be the difference between a jab (attacking with the lead hand) and a cross (attacking with the rear hand), the cross being much stronger. Or from a baseball perspective, it'd be like a right handed pitcher pitching with his right foot forward versus pitching with his left foot forward. Punching or pitching with the hand opposite and rear of the leading foot is much more powerful because it allows for greater torque, with the whole weight of the body behind the movement. Most importantly, leading with the left foot makes the second part of the succession technique possible. With the right foot forward, one would have to spin a full 360 degrees in order to make the second slash. On the other hand, leading with the left foot, one only has to spin 180 degrees, which is much faster. Redriot combines this technique with her Semblance, Sheathe and Aura Techniques to devastating effect. By focusing her Aura into the tip of her sword and knowing when and how to time it's release in the swing she can release a sword beam. In addition, her Semblance coats her sword in chainsaw-esque blades of aura energy that cuts through objects by use of "teeth" running in a circular motion around the blade and back of the sword, allowing it to "chew" through most objects easily. Furthermore, the dust in her sheathe and its gun mechanism increases the speed of her sword draw even further while also coating it in an element of her choice. Usually flames. Combine all this together with proper timing and you have an insanely fast sword draw backed with incredible arm strength coated in flaming energy chainsaw teeth that releases a buzzsaw energy blast on impact and while it's being swung. Suffice to say, this ultimate attack will finish just about any opponent it hits. This particular variant on the technique, Fire Cyclone, involves a spin attack in all directions while increasing the output of the attack, dishing out more flames. When she finally stopped the horde of bandits and monsters were left screaming in pain from the burning buzzsaw aura attack cutting into and burning them at the same time! She breathed in and out and then gripped her flaming sword tightly with both hands as she got ready for her next technique. Inhaling huge amounts of oxygen, increasing the pumping of blood through the entire body, focusing it on her legs, and releasing it all to assault her enemies with the fire variation of her Phantom Sword Dance: Blazing Soul! Despite the insane beating she'd just taken, the pain in her body, the damage to her armor and the beatdown her aura had just taken, she stood tall against the horde. Clearly more pissed than worried. " My turn." |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Jul 29, 2021 22:22:00 GMT
Redriot ran around the roof knocking the bandits down off the roof but the wolves climbed up all around her so Redriot rushed them down. She leaped into the air and vertically spun forward in the air while slashing with her sword in a circular motion, slashing the back of one of the wolves, landing on her feet and stopping on the edge of the roof and waiting for the wolves. She twirled her sword as they all swarmed her from the front and the sides. Her response was to charge forward while swinging and bending her blade in a winding motion along with her body and making multiple consecutive slashes as she twisted her body and sword in her continuous flowing fashion. It was this flowing dance that maneuvered her through the oncoming pack of wolves. She continuously moved towards them and around their attacks while parrying their claws and blades and retaliating with slicing cutting strikes with her sword on their unprotected bodies. Across their stomachs, down their torsos, on their wrists, down their arms, across the backs of their legs, at their heads and across their backs! All while the attacks from her enemies appeared to pass right through her! The greater the force of your stride, the more you must be sure that the ground will support it. Without sufficient friction, your foot will slide out from underneath you as pivot over it, and plant you on your face. That is, if your foot didn’t slide out from under you when you first landed upon it, and thus deposit you on your back. Only after you have mastered the art of deliberately channeling Aura through your feet and into the ground with every step can you begin to outrun a Wolfuranian on foot. You will have to practice even more than that to do it without thinking! Don’t forget that pavement, gravel paths, dirt roads, and grass-bearing soil all offer extremely different levels of resistance. An adept can race across any possible surface. A master can adjust reflexively to surprises, such as a random patch of mud in the middle of a dry field, even while his mind is fixed upon his opponent. Long is the journey to reach that level. The Veridian Warriors have a long history of combining this technique with the high-speed movement technique of Flash Steps Reducing Earth: A basic high-speed movement technique, developed long before magic became commonplace; effectively, through the user slamming their foot upon earth ten times in a split second, they are capable of kicking off the ground in the blink of an eye and live up to the technique's name of "reduced earth" as the technique shrinks the distance between the user and their target in a split second. The real secret of this technique of course was focusing the majority of her body weight to one of her legs for the briefest of moments before stomping the foot where most of her weight is focused upon the solid surface of where she was standing at a rapid velocity before shifting the weight back to the rest of her frame, generating enough thrust to propel her forward at incredible speeds, accelerating at velocities that are almost untraceable to reach short or long distances near instantaneously all while slashing at her enemies around her. It should be taken into consideration that in order to perform the technique at all, she requires a solid surface to kick into and thus produce enough thrust. According to the untrained eyes of those watching on while the user performs this technique, more often than not it appears as if the user has effectively teleported using sheer power and speed alone, moving faster than anyone is capable of following as they seem to reduce the earth between the themselves and the opponent in the blink of an eye. When she finished her attacks she spun out and lowered her sword for a few seconds as she reflected upon the lessons of her father and Miss Mochizuki echoing in her mind when they taught her this sword dance. Let your rapidity be that of the wind, your gentleness that of the forest, your fury of a tempered flame, with the fluidity of water.
" Phantom Sword Dance: Tornado Shredder." She announced as the wolves behind her fell over. "WHAT THE WHAT?!" She didn't give them time to adjust and dived right back into the fight! The captains of the demon swords watched this carnage unfold from a distance. "This isn't looking good. None of our men can touch Crimson and that kid is a monster." Cheyenne sighed. "What's our move?" Bromwell the leader stepped up. "I'll keep Crimson busy. Tell everyone else to focus their efforts on the kid." "Bromwell are you crazy?! You know what kind of a monster he is!" "I only need to last long enough for you to capture her, Llewellyn. Once we bring her down we'll have him at our mercy." He informed his minion. "Go. Bring our riders and archers. Use whatever means you have to in order to bring that brat down. Bonus if you make her suffer first." "I like the sound of that!" Cheyenne laughed and jumped on top of a roof and began playing her flute to direct the wolves and signal the rest of the bandits to zero in on Redriot. "As you command sir!" Llewellyn and Ransford rode into battle against her to join their men while Bromwell proceeded towards Sir Crimson. Redriot smacked back another group and turned around to see everybody gathering to attack her at once. She laughed and got ready to take them all on. "Man oh man. It's tough being popular!" She joked. She noticed the flute playing and looked up at the roof where the flute player was playing her song. "So she must be the tamer. She's trained the dogs to respond to that sound. I'm almost impressed." (If I take her out, I can stop them from directing the wolves. That should make things easier at least.) The bandits split up! Several were still charging forward towards her while the rest split up and circled around from the left and right. As she was getting ready to take them all on however she heard thunderous galloping footsteps towards them! She ran towards a nearby house and quickly ascended it and perched on top so she could get a better look at what was coming. Turns out they had reserves. A good thirty horse riders each of whom had two armed bandits riding on each horse. As they closed in on her the bandits riding on the backs of the horses leaped off of the horses and landed on top of various rooftops and taking out crystal dust powered crossbows and pointing them at her while the riders rode onward to back up the others. They had the house completely surrounded. "Okay, so you have a few more people, big deal. Come on! Who wants some?" "We'll take that challenge." Cheyenne taunted from a nearby rooftop while walking towards her. Redriot stared her down. She was clad in a cloak that appeared to be made out of leaves with a skull mask on. Underneath she had black makeup around her eyes in a butterfly pattern and she wore animal fur clothing over the same leather armor as the rest of the bandits. "So is that the Royal We or are you speaking for your punching bags?" "Well, yes but actually no." Cheyenne replied and threw off her cloak. Her body began to glow as shimmering transparent images of Cheyenne appeared over her body and then they stepped out of her body, two at a time, until there were six more of her, formed from Solidified Aura, standing in a circle around Cheyenne! "A Semblance?" "Correct. This is my Semblance: Doppelgänger Attack!" They all spoke at once and simultaneously pulled out dual ended curved hook swords. "Okay so that might be a challenge." She confessed. "I'm assuming all six of them are solid?" "That's correct." They admitted. "We are all as real as you are, Samurai Girl, and we're going to enjoy peeling the flesh off your bones! Hey Llewellyn! It's showtime!" "WARRIORS OF THE ONXY RAVENSWOOD BANDIT TRIBE'S DEMON SWORD RIDERS! HEAR ME SPEAK! LET MY WORDS REVERBERATE THROUGH YOUR MINDS AND LET GO OF YOUR FEAR! YOUR DOUBTS! YOUR WEAKNESS! YOU DO NOT KNOW FEAR! YOU DO NOT KNOW DEFEAT! YOU DO NOT KNOW WEAKNESS! YOU ARE POWER! YOU ARE STEEL! YOU ARE IRON! YOUR STRENGTH IS LIMITLESS! YOUR POWER IS WITHOUT FATHOM! YOU ARE THE DEMON SWORD RIDERS! YOU ARE THE GREATEST FIGHTING FORCE IN RESIDUUS! YOU ARE THE ULTIMATE ARMY! YOU FEAR NOTHING! YOU WILL THROW OFF YOUR CHAINS OF HUMAN LIMITS AND REACH OF YOUR PINNACLE OF STRENGTH AS POWER FILLS YOUR MUSCLES! LET GO OF HUMAN SHACKLES AND PUSH YOURSELF BEYOND YOUR BODY'S LIMITS! DO AS I COMMAND AND SLAUGHTER ALL WHO OPPOSE US!" Llewellyn shouted at the top of his lungs while thumping his chest. His voice echoed across the village and the bandits and wolves began to spasm and laugh and snarl in inhuman fashion! They began foaming at their mouths like they had rabies and they let out inhuman roars as their auras flared up and their muscles suddenly swelled up like grotesque balloons! Redriot took a few steps back and looked around as the bandits and wolves suddenly bulked up all at once and then she looked at the clone girl and noticed her and her duplicates doing the same thing! All seven of her! Redriot swallowed and composed herself. (Oh. Ohhhhhh. Oh this is going to SUCK!) "Time to die." The clones spoke simultaneously and leaped at her all at once and brought their hooks down on the roof! The impacts broke it apart and collapsed the roof into the empty house below while she dived to the ground only to be sucker punched by a roided up wolf and sent flying away through the air! She was launched a considerable distance away until she struck the roof of another building and dropped to the ground. Redriot shook it off as she got back up and looked up to see the entire mob of bandits in hot pursuit of her and they were closing the distance incredibly fast thanks to their amplified muscles. She had to act now! Redriot took up her sword stance again. "Okay then. Once more. Phantom Sword Dance: Tornado Shredder!" She waited until the horde closed in close enough and she suddenly surged forward after digging her boots into the ground, allowing her to accelerate at incredible speeds. Just like last time, she used a series of complex flowing fluid movements to dance around the berserk bandits while she slashed at them with exquisite sword strikes, exploiting the limits of human vision to create illusions with footwork and control of movement to distract and trick her opponents into believing Redriot had cloned herself! Just like last time she charged onward while swinging and bending her blade in a winding motion along with her body and making multiple consecutive slashes as she twisted her body and sword in her continuous flowing fashion. It was this flowing dance that maneuvered her through the oncoming horde. She continuously moved towards them and around their attacks, not even bothering with parrying this time and instead using her sword and arms for slight of hand redirections instead, while retaliating with slicing cutting strikes with her sword on their unprotected bodies. Across their stomachs, down their torsos, on their wrists, down their arms, across the backs of their legs, at their heads and across their backs and all around! A blinding flurry of sword strikes from unpredictable and quickly-altering trajectories! All while the attacks from her enemies appeared to pass right through her! Wolves, bandits, riders, humans, monsters, horses, she was gliding through them all while her sword slashed at will! No waiting, no hesitation, no pausing, just go go go go go GO! It was a deadly and beautiful dance that truly demonstrated the art of sword dancing. But sadly it could not last forever. Her flowing movement carried her far but even Redriot could be interrupted when she was outnumbered this badly as demonstrated when two powered up bandits managed to block her sword and brought her dance to an end just long enough for two more to grab her! She immediately began stomping on toes and kicking them but she was slowed down enough for them to slash her chest and throw her into the air! The archers opened fire on her rapidly alongside a series of bullets from the others! She was able to recover in time to block the incoming projectiles with her sword slashes but this left her open to the wolves who leaped into the air, soaring over the bandits and slashed her and pounced on her, slamming her down into a building! She fell through the roof with the wolves on top of her, snarling and scratching and biting at her until she was able to force them back with an Aura Burst! It only gave them momentary pause but it was enough to give her some breathing room. She jumped back up to her feet, leaped over one of them while smacking it with her sword, hit the ground running and ran out of the building only to be hit by the blade of a halberd of an oncoming rider! The sudden attack sent her flying backwards several feet before she stopped and came down on her feet and looked up to see the bandits coming down on her! She jumped out of the way as the four bandits slammed their swords down on the ground and threw up dust and dirt and rocks and soil from the crater they made. "Where you looking?!" She looked back to see the clones rushing her while laughing madly and gritted her teeth underneath her mask. The first clone performed a sideways spinning jump while slashing with her hooks and Redriot dodged to the side but then the next clone performed horizontal slashes with hers and while Redriot was able to parry it the attack forced her backwards a considerable distance until she was able to slide to a stop. They were on her! A third clone leaped over the first two and spun around before slashing down with her hooks and Red had to dodge her and run to the side where she was stopped by the fourth one! Redriot was forced to desperately dodge around her wild attacks, one of which knocked off her helmet, and then she struck her legs when she had an opening and ran for it, dodged an attack from the fifth one, and was then stopped by the sixth clone and Cheyenne herself! She dodged an attack from the clone and ducked down and slashed at Cheyenne's leg but she blocked it with one hook and then she slashed at the back of her head only for Redriot to dodge this and spin away only for the clone to stab backwards with the hooks and striking her in the stomach and then Cheyenne spun and slashed her with her hooks and then landed a kick on her stomach! As she was sent flying backwards the bandits slammed into her from behind and sent her flying forward and then Cheyenne and some of her clones clotheslined her and the others hit her back up and forward and the last one clotheslined her with her hook and sent her flying forward spinning head over heels and then she slammed down on the ground! Cheyenne laughed as she approached Redriot. "We have to hand it to you kid. You've lasted way longer than we gave you credit for!" The bandits encircled her and Redriot grabbed her sword. "You lasted way longer than you had any right to." Redriot stabbed her sword in the ground and took off her face mask so she could breathe easier. She used the sword to pull herself up and took a few deep breaths before she raised her sword up and then she sheathed it. "But it's over now." Redriot looked around at the horde of pumped up bandits encircling her and lowered herself down in a Battōjutsu stance. The bandits raised their weapons and prepared to charge in. "You're going to die here and then your father will die and then we'll burn this village to the ground." Cheynne and her clones signaled the bandits and wolves. "CHARGE!" The horde charged her in a circle. She breathed in and slowly breathed it out. "Crimson Execution Variant One: Fire Cyclone Buzzsaw." She replied softly and stomped her left foot into the ground hard enough to crack the ground underneath, turned her body, unsheathed her sword in a lightning fast draw and unleashed a flaming aura buzzsaw that washed over the bandits and made them scream in agony as the whole horde was pushed back! Allow me to elaborate. While a normal strike is performed by drawing the katana from its sheath on one side while stepping forward with the opposite foot, using a single step - However, this strike adds yet another step (a second step) mid-draw with the foot adjacent to the sheath (creating a Stutter-Step) which momentarily creates an instantaneous acceleration to the forward-charge as well as the sword draw. Meanwhile, the range of the attack is increased and the Timing of the attack changes slightly, which can throw off the opponent, Although truly, a super-sword attack, it endangers the user by possibly putting the adjacent leg into the free sword's path and draws one even closer to an opponent's sword than usual, but on the other hand, boosts the Speed of the sword draw to beyond-Godspeed and even greater is the boost in force of the strike. By realizing one's insignificance and risking life and limb to protect something else while, at the same time, taking one's own, fragile human life into consideration, the user is able to step into the small margin behind one's own drawn sword and in front of the sword of one's opponent without fail, delivering a beyond-godspeed blow of monstrous power. It easily makes sense that leading with the left foot results in a slightly faster attack on the draw, since the sword is closer to the opponent than if one led with the right foot. Beyond speed however, the technique has an element of surprise to it--most swordsmen do not perform a left foot-leading battou-jutsu. Why not? Leading with the left foot is dangerous because one might cut one's own leg on the upswing if the technique is performed improperly. This is true, but I think there's an even more important reason why opposing swordsmen don't expect the left foot to lead on the draw, and that's the fact that most sword-drawing techniques tend to be high-to-low, as opposed to low-to-high (like the Ama Kakeru Ryu no Hirameki). For high-to-low slashes, a right-handed swordsman would invariably lead with the right foot because the full follow-through of a high-to-low slash ends with the sword more on the left side of the body than the right side, so one wouldn't want the left leg in the way of the down swing. Since most swordsmen are used to encountering high-to-low slashes on the draw, they'd find it surprising that one would lead with the left foot. Leading with the left foot instead of the right completely changes the body mechanics of the technique (a low-to-high slash on the draw). The technique becomes much stronger. In boxing, for example, it would be the difference between a jab (attacking with the lead hand) and a cross (attacking with the rear hand), the cross being much stronger. Or from a baseball perspective, it'd be like a right handed pitcher pitching with his right foot forward versus pitching with his left foot forward. Punching or pitching with the hand opposite and rear of the leading foot is much more powerful because it allows for greater torque, with the whole weight of the body behind the movement. Most importantly, leading with the left foot makes the second part of the succession technique possible. With the right foot forward, one would have to spin a full 360 degrees in order to make the second slash. On the other hand, leading with the left foot, one only has to spin 180 degrees, which is much faster. Redriot combines this technique with her Semblance, Sheathe and Aura Techniques to devastating effect. By focusing her Aura into the tip of her sword and knowing when and how to time it's release in the swing she can release a sword beam. In addition, her Semblance coats her sword in chainsaw-esque blades of aura energy that cuts through objects by use of "teeth" running in a circular motion around the blade and back of the sword, allowing it to "chew" through most objects easily. Furthermore, the dust in her sheathe and its gun mechanism increases the speed of her sword draw even further while also coating it in an element of her choice. Usually flames. Combine all this together with proper timing and you have an insanely fast sword draw backed with incredible arm strength coated in flaming energy chainsaw teeth that releases a buzzsaw energy blast on impact and while it's being swung. Suffice to say, this ultimate attack will finish just about any opponent it hits. This particular variant on the technique, Fire Cyclone, involves a spin attack in all directions while increasing the output of the attack, dishing out more flames. When she finally stopped the horde of bandits and monsters were left screaming in pain from the burning buzzsaw aura attack cutting into and burning them at the same time! She breathed in and out and then gripped her flaming sword tightly with both hands as she got ready for her next technique. Inhaling huge amounts of oxygen, increasing the pumping of blood through the entire body, focusing it on her legs, and releasing it all to assault her enemies with the fire variation of her Phantom Sword Dance: Blazing Soul! Despite the insane beating she'd just taken, the pain in her body, the damage to her armor and the beatdown her aura had just taken, she stood tall against the horde. Clearly more pissed than worried. " My turn." Redriot fearlessly unleashed her wrath on the oncoming horde of powered up bandits. Now more mindful of their attacks and the strength they possessed, she was able to dodge their wild attacks easily without them being able to interrupt her flowing movement. She changed and alternated the tempo of her flowing movements ever changing speeds to better disorient her enemies with her footwork and control over her movements while at the same time increasing the quality and quantity of her consecutive strikes and slashes along with improving their accuracy. She weaved around the battlefield, dodging incoming attacks as gracefully as a swan light as a feather while delivering flurries of slashes vulnerable points to weaken them one moment then fiercely swinging and bending her blade in a winding motion along with her body while dancing in a ferocious flowing pattern, slicing everything in her path from multiple angles around her. Arching slashing attacks upwards and downwards, circular motion slashes, bodily spinning around to unleash 360 degree slashes, a series of diagonal slashes at high speeds, her movements were as beautiful to watch as they were deadly. It would be breathtaking to watch if not for the twisting whirlwind of flaming slashes she unleashing upon everyone around her. She was like a phantom! An elegant, deadly, dancing phantom with a flaming sword of death that was dancing through her enemies! Their attacks appeared to pass right through her and anybody she didn't dodge was instead deflected aside as she redirected the force of their attacks away from her before immediately slashing them aside. As ballistic as they were the enemy had no way of reliably countering her movements or her elegant blazing sword. Her sword cut them down en masse while she evaded their attempts at retaliation. Yet even Redriot herself knew that this was a temporary measure. She was slowing them down but even if she broke their auras there was no real guarantee that they would stay down unless she killed them or cut down the one responsible for pumping them up. If she took him down and broke his aura then his Semblance would also be rendered useless. That meant that not only would his foot soldiers weaken again, not only would they feel the lingering pain from her attacks, but their bodies would also collapse as they turned back to normal. So for right now she just had to wade through the grunts until she reached him. Then she could bring the pain. Even as she cut through them, they swarmed her from all sides. Even as they swarmed her she continued cutting a swathe through them. They had the strength and numbers but she had the speed, skill and agility to even it out. She continued to cut through the raging swarming bandits until at last the Bearspire Huntsmen rejoined the fight! Freshly healed and rejuvenated and armed to the teeth they ran right into the crowd of pumped up bandits and began slashing and hacking and striking and punching and kicking and attacking them from behind! They might be considerably stronger than normal now but they still had human bodies and weaknesses. Something the Huntsmen and Huntresses capitalized on when they attacked from behind. They targeted the vital points of the bandits. Striking the backs of their legs and then smashing them to the ground or attacked their eyes or throats. Their main plan was to throw them off balance so the Hunters could keep going and knock down the others while they were still distracted. Redriot saw them coming and smiled. "About time you guys rejoined the party!" "We can't very well leave it all to you two! This is our town after all!" "That's right! We appreciate the help, we really do, but we aren't going to let you two handle this all on your own!" "FOR BEARSPIRE!" Redriot laughed. "That's the spirit guys! Handle them for a minute alright? I'm about to end this." She turned and ran forward while slashing and cutting through the bandits in her way while the Hunters attacked the rest. She cut through everyone in her way until she finally managed to make it out of the bandit horde and found the agitator who'd been egging them all on. Redriot raised a finger, pointed at her eye and then back at him. 'Coming At You!' Llewellyn finally stopped shouting and stared at her in fear. At this lone kid who'd just cut through his powered up bandit army and was now approaching him. She sheathed her sword and nodded still with that grin on her face that simply read: "Yeah, that's right, you're screwed!" He gulped and flourished his pike and kicked his horse. "YAH!" He yelled out and charged her head on with his horse. She broke into a run towards him while reaching for her sword hilt. The horse's feet glowed and flashed as it ran towards her at high speed. (Heeeey that's not bad! You taught your horse how to Aura Step! I'm impressed! But...it's not enough. Not against me!) They charged towards each other kicking up dust and dirt from the ground. The wind whipping at their bodies from the speed they were moving. LLewellyn grinned and kicked the horse to make it run faster. The horse raced forward even as she rushed it down. He readied his pike. She readied her sword. The horse leaped towards her and he stabbed at her with his pike only for Redriot to leap into the air with an Aura Burst of her own! She flipped in the air and landed on the horse right in front of him! Llewellyn's eyes went blank and his lip trembled. He knew exactly what was coming and exactly how much it was going to hurt. Quick as lightning she unsheathed her sword and slashed him. "Crimson Execution." The flaming chainsaw-like aura blades cut into his skin as she slashed him up his torso and he was sent flying backwards a considerable distance right off of his horse! He screamed in pain and saliva spewed from his mouth as he was sent flying backwards as if he was propelled by a rocket! He eventually hit the side of a house, broke it and dropped to the ground as his Aura shattered. He barely managed to stand back up but he was left stumbling around in pain now and clutching at his burning chest in pain. It was a symphony of burning shearing pain that had been carved up his torso! "ARRRRGHHH! THE PAAAIIIIN! THE PAIIIIN! THE BURNING PAIN! AAAAARRRGHHHH! IT HUUUURTS! HELP MEEEE!" He screamed while staggering around and holding his chest in pain. "Allow me." He turned around to look at her and Redriot punched him out. She lowered her sword and took a breather. She took a potion out of her side satchel, flicked the top off and chugged it down. It was vaguely sweet and very smooth with a syrupy aftertaste. She continued her breather while returning the empty potion bottle to her satchel. Redriot took a look at the thugs. As she predicted, without the Semblance amping them up, they began screaming in agony and writhing on the ground. They felt pain in their chest, they felt pain in their arms, they felt pain in their legs and they felt pain in their mind. They wanted to stop everything they were doing and treat the pain, but they know it'd only make things worse if they tried. Their bodies hurt all over. Their hands wrapped tightly around their waists and squeezed, much like their insides seemed to be doing to themselves. Wave after wave of cramps was all they felt and all they could think of. The pain became disorienting and they could only fall and flop around on the ground. Even worse their bodies deflated like balloons! Without the amplification their bodies were forced to go back to normal. Which was every bit as agonizing as one can expect. With more groaning and sobs of pain, and the very unsubtle popping and snapping of joints and ligaments as they are bent back in place. On top of all of this, the wounds they'd suffered in the fight were also finally catching up to them, making the experience even more painful! The majority of them flat out passed out from the pain and the others were left just flopping on the ground like fish out of water completely delirious from it. This was all but over now. They just had to mop up the last of them now. Looking over the writhing bandits she noticed the Hook Woman still managing to stay standing. She flourished her sword briefly before pointing it at her and her clones. "You. You're mine." |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Aug 5, 2021 23:09:28 GMT
Redriot smacked back another group and turned around to see everybody gathering to attack her at once. She laughed and got ready to take them all on. "Man oh man. It's tough being popular!" She joked. She noticed the flute playing and looked up at the roof where the flute player was playing her song. "So she must be the tamer. She's trained the dogs to respond to that sound. I'm almost impressed." (If I take her out, I can stop them from directing the wolves. That should make things easier at least.) The bandits split up! Several were still charging forward towards her while the rest split up and circled around from the left and right. As she was getting ready to take them all on however she heard thunderous galloping footsteps towards them! She ran towards a nearby house and quickly ascended it and perched on top so she could get a better look at what was coming. Turns out they had reserves. A good thirty horse riders each of whom had two armed bandits riding on each horse. As they closed in on her the bandits riding on the backs of the horses leaped off of the horses and landed on top of various rooftops and taking out crystal dust powered crossbows and pointing them at her while the riders rode onward to back up the others. They had the house completely surrounded. "Okay, so you have a few more people, big deal. Come on! Who wants some?" "We'll take that challenge." Cheyenne taunted from a nearby rooftop while walking towards her. Redriot stared her down. She was clad in a cloak that appeared to be made out of leaves with a skull mask on. Underneath she had black makeup around her eyes in a butterfly pattern and she wore animal fur clothing over the same leather armor as the rest of the bandits. "So is that the Royal We or are you speaking for your punching bags?" "Well, yes but actually no." Cheyenne replied and threw off her cloak. Her body began to glow as shimmering transparent images of Cheyenne appeared over her body and then they stepped out of her body, two at a time, until there were six more of her, formed from Solidified Aura, standing in a circle around Cheyenne! "A Semblance?" "Correct. This is my Semblance: Doppelgänger Attack!" They all spoke at once and simultaneously pulled out dual ended curved hook swords. "Okay so that might be a challenge." She confessed. "I'm assuming all six of them are solid?" "That's correct." They admitted. "We are all as real as you are, Samurai Girl, and we're going to enjoy peeling the flesh off your bones! Hey Llewellyn! It's showtime!" "WARRIORS OF THE ONXY RAVENSWOOD BANDIT TRIBE'S DEMON SWORD RIDERS! HEAR ME SPEAK! LET MY WORDS REVERBERATE THROUGH YOUR MINDS AND LET GO OF YOUR FEAR! YOUR DOUBTS! YOUR WEAKNESS! YOU DO NOT KNOW FEAR! YOU DO NOT KNOW DEFEAT! YOU DO NOT KNOW WEAKNESS! YOU ARE POWER! YOU ARE STEEL! YOU ARE IRON! YOUR STRENGTH IS LIMITLESS! YOUR POWER IS WITHOUT FATHOM! YOU ARE THE DEMON SWORD RIDERS! YOU ARE THE GREATEST FIGHTING FORCE IN RESIDUUS! YOU ARE THE ULTIMATE ARMY! YOU FEAR NOTHING! YOU WILL THROW OFF YOUR CHAINS OF HUMAN LIMITS AND REACH OF YOUR PINNACLE OF STRENGTH AS POWER FILLS YOUR MUSCLES! LET GO OF HUMAN SHACKLES AND PUSH YOURSELF BEYOND YOUR BODY'S LIMITS! DO AS I COMMAND AND SLAUGHTER ALL WHO OPPOSE US!" Llewellyn shouted at the top of his lungs while thumping his chest. His voice echoed across the village and the bandits and wolves began to spasm and laugh and snarl in inhuman fashion! They began foaming at their mouths like they had rabies and they let out inhuman roars as their auras flared up and their muscles suddenly swelled up like grotesque balloons! Redriot took a few steps back and looked around as the bandits and wolves suddenly bulked up all at once and then she looked at the clone girl and noticed her and her duplicates doing the same thing! All seven of her! Redriot swallowed and composed herself. (Oh. Ohhhhhh. Oh this is going to SUCK!) "Time to die." The clones spoke simultaneously and leaped at her all at once and brought their hooks down on the roof! The impacts broke it apart and collapsed the roof into the empty house below while she dived to the ground only to be sucker punched by a roided up wolf and sent flying away through the air! She was launched a considerable distance away until she struck the roof of another building and dropped to the ground. Redriot shook it off as she got back up and looked up to see the entire mob of bandits in hot pursuit of her and they were closing the distance incredibly fast thanks to their amplified muscles. She had to act now! Redriot took up her sword stance again. "Okay then. Once more. Phantom Sword Dance: Tornado Shredder!" She waited until the horde closed in close enough and she suddenly surged forward after digging her boots into the ground, allowing her to accelerate at incredible speeds. Just like last time, she used a series of complex flowing fluid movements to dance around the berserk bandits while she slashed at them with exquisite sword strikes, exploiting the limits of human vision to create illusions with footwork and control of movement to distract and trick her opponents into believing Redriot had cloned herself! Just like last time she charged onward while swinging and bending her blade in a winding motion along with her body and making multiple consecutive slashes as she twisted her body and sword in her continuous flowing fashion. It was this flowing dance that maneuvered her through the oncoming horde. She continuously moved towards them and around their attacks, not even bothering with parrying this time and instead using her sword and arms for slight of hand redirections instead, while retaliating with slicing cutting strikes with her sword on their unprotected bodies. Across their stomachs, down their torsos, on their wrists, down their arms, across the backs of their legs, at their heads and across their backs and all around! A blinding flurry of sword strikes from unpredictable and quickly-altering trajectories! All while the attacks from her enemies appeared to pass right through her! Wolves, bandits, riders, humans, monsters, horses, she was gliding through them all while her sword slashed at will! No waiting, no hesitation, no pausing, just go go go go go GO! It was a deadly and beautiful dance that truly demonstrated the art of sword dancing. But sadly it could not last forever. Her flowing movement carried her far but even Redriot could be interrupted when she was outnumbered this badly as demonstrated when two powered up bandits managed to block her sword and brought her dance to an end just long enough for two more to grab her! She immediately began stomping on toes and kicking them but she was slowed down enough for them to slash her chest and throw her into the air! The archers opened fire on her rapidly alongside a series of bullets from the others! She was able to recover in time to block the incoming projectiles with her sword slashes but this left her open to the wolves who leaped into the air, soaring over the bandits and slashed her and pounced on her, slamming her down into a building! She fell through the roof with the wolves on top of her, snarling and scratching and biting at her until she was able to force them back with an Aura Burst! It only gave them momentary pause but it was enough to give her some breathing room. She jumped back up to her feet, leaped over one of them while smacking it with her sword, hit the ground running and ran out of the building only to be hit by the blade of a halberd of an oncoming rider! The sudden attack sent her flying backwards several feet before she stopped and came down on her feet and looked up to see the bandits coming down on her! She jumped out of the way as the four bandits slammed their swords down on the ground and threw up dust and dirt and rocks and soil from the crater they made. "Where you looking?!" She looked back to see the clones rushing her while laughing madly and gritted her teeth underneath her mask. The first clone performed a sideways spinning jump while slashing with her hooks and Redriot dodged to the side but then the next clone performed horizontal slashes with hers and while Redriot was able to parry it the attack forced her backwards a considerable distance until she was able to slide to a stop. They were on her! A third clone leaped over the first two and spun around before slashing down with her hooks and Red had to dodge her and run to the side where she was stopped by the fourth one! Redriot was forced to desperately dodge around her wild attacks, one of which knocked off her helmet, and then she struck her legs when she had an opening and ran for it, dodged an attack from the fifth one, and was then stopped by the sixth clone and Cheyenne herself! She dodged an attack from the clone and ducked down and slashed at Cheyenne's leg but she blocked it with one hook and then she slashed at the back of her head only for Redriot to dodge this and spin away only for the clone to stab backwards with the hooks and striking her in the stomach and then Cheyenne spun and slashed her with her hooks and then landed a kick on her stomach! As she was sent flying backwards the bandits slammed into her from behind and sent her flying forward and then Cheyenne and some of her clones clotheslined her and the others hit her back up and forward and the last one clotheslined her with her hook and sent her flying forward spinning head over heels and then she slammed down on the ground! Cheyenne laughed as she approached Redriot. "We have to hand it to you kid. You've lasted way longer than we gave you credit for!" The bandits encircled her and Redriot grabbed her sword. "You lasted way longer than you had any right to." Redriot stabbed her sword in the ground and took off her face mask so she could breathe easier. She used the sword to pull herself up and took a few deep breaths before she raised her sword up and then she sheathed it. "But it's over now." Redriot looked around at the horde of pumped up bandits encircling her and lowered herself down in a Battōjutsu stance. The bandits raised their weapons and prepared to charge in. "You're going to die here and then your father will die and then we'll burn this village to the ground." Cheynne and her clones signaled the bandits and wolves. "CHARGE!" The horde charged her in a circle. She breathed in and slowly breathed it out. "Crimson Execution Variant One: Fire Cyclone Buzzsaw." She replied softly and stomped her left foot into the ground hard enough to crack the ground underneath, turned her body, unsheathed her sword in a lightning fast draw and unleashed a flaming aura buzzsaw that washed over the bandits and made them scream in agony as the whole horde was pushed back! Allow me to elaborate. While a normal strike is performed by drawing the katana from its sheath on one side while stepping forward with the opposite foot, using a single step - However, this strike adds yet another step (a second step) mid-draw with the foot adjacent to the sheath (creating a Stutter-Step) which momentarily creates an instantaneous acceleration to the forward-charge as well as the sword draw. Meanwhile, the range of the attack is increased and the Timing of the attack changes slightly, which can throw off the opponent, Although truly, a super-sword attack, it endangers the user by possibly putting the adjacent leg into the free sword's path and draws one even closer to an opponent's sword than usual, but on the other hand, boosts the Speed of the sword draw to beyond-Godspeed and even greater is the boost in force of the strike. By realizing one's insignificance and risking life and limb to protect something else while, at the same time, taking one's own, fragile human life into consideration, the user is able to step into the small margin behind one's own drawn sword and in front of the sword of one's opponent without fail, delivering a beyond-godspeed blow of monstrous power. It easily makes sense that leading with the left foot results in a slightly faster attack on the draw, since the sword is closer to the opponent than if one led with the right foot. Beyond speed however, the technique has an element of surprise to it--most swordsmen do not perform a left foot-leading battou-jutsu. Why not? Leading with the left foot is dangerous because one might cut one's own leg on the upswing if the technique is performed improperly. This is true, but I think there's an even more important reason why opposing swordsmen don't expect the left foot to lead on the draw, and that's the fact that most sword-drawing techniques tend to be high-to-low, as opposed to low-to-high (like the Ama Kakeru Ryu no Hirameki). For high-to-low slashes, a right-handed swordsman would invariably lead with the right foot because the full follow-through of a high-to-low slash ends with the sword more on the left side of the body than the right side, so one wouldn't want the left leg in the way of the down swing. Since most swordsmen are used to encountering high-to-low slashes on the draw, they'd find it surprising that one would lead with the left foot. Leading with the left foot instead of the right completely changes the body mechanics of the technique (a low-to-high slash on the draw). The technique becomes much stronger. In boxing, for example, it would be the difference between a jab (attacking with the lead hand) and a cross (attacking with the rear hand), the cross being much stronger. Or from a baseball perspective, it'd be like a right handed pitcher pitching with his right foot forward versus pitching with his left foot forward. Punching or pitching with the hand opposite and rear of the leading foot is much more powerful because it allows for greater torque, with the whole weight of the body behind the movement. Most importantly, leading with the left foot makes the second part of the succession technique possible. With the right foot forward, one would have to spin a full 360 degrees in order to make the second slash. On the other hand, leading with the left foot, one only has to spin 180 degrees, which is much faster. Redriot combines this technique with her Semblance, Sheathe and Aura Techniques to devastating effect. By focusing her Aura into the tip of her sword and knowing when and how to time it's release in the swing she can release a sword beam. In addition, her Semblance coats her sword in chainsaw-esque blades of aura energy that cuts through objects by use of "teeth" running in a circular motion around the blade and back of the sword, allowing it to "chew" through most objects easily. Furthermore, the dust in her sheathe and its gun mechanism increases the speed of her sword draw even further while also coating it in an element of her choice. Usually flames. Combine all this together with proper timing and you have an insanely fast sword draw backed with incredible arm strength coated in flaming energy chainsaw teeth that releases a buzzsaw energy blast on impact and while it's being swung. Suffice to say, this ultimate attack will finish just about any opponent it hits. This particular variant on the technique, Fire Cyclone, involves a spin attack in all directions while increasing the output of the attack, dishing out more flames. When she finally stopped the horde of bandits and monsters were left screaming in pain from the burning buzzsaw aura attack cutting into and burning them at the same time! She breathed in and out and then gripped her flaming sword tightly with both hands as she got ready for her next technique. Inhaling huge amounts of oxygen, increasing the pumping of blood through the entire body, focusing it on her legs, and releasing it all to assault her enemies with the fire variation of her Phantom Sword Dance: Blazing Soul! Despite the insane beating she'd just taken, the pain in her body, the damage to her armor and the beatdown her aura had just taken, she stood tall against the horde. Clearly more pissed than worried. " My turn." Redriot fearlessly unleashed her wrath on the oncoming horde of powered up bandits. Now more mindful of their attacks and the strength they possessed, she was able to dodge their wild attacks easily without them being able to interrupt her flowing movement. She changed and alternated the tempo of her flowing movements ever changing speeds to better disorient her enemies with her footwork and control over her movements while at the same time increasing the quality and quantity of her consecutive strikes and slashes along with improving their accuracy. She weaved around the battlefield, dodging incoming attacks as gracefully as a swan light as a feather while delivering flurries of slashes vulnerable points to weaken them one moment then fiercely swinging and bending her blade in a winding motion along with her body while dancing in a ferocious flowing pattern, slicing everything in her path from multiple angles around her. Arching slashing attacks upwards and downwards, circular motion slashes, bodily spinning around to unleash 360 degree slashes, a series of diagonal slashes at high speeds, her movements were as beautiful to watch as they were deadly. It would be breathtaking to watch if not for the twisting whirlwind of flaming slashes she unleashing upon everyone around her. She was like a phantom! An elegant, deadly, dancing phantom with a flaming sword of death that was dancing through her enemies! Their attacks appeared to pass right through her and anybody she didn't dodge was instead deflected aside as she redirected the force of their attacks away from her before immediately slashing them aside. As ballistic as they were the enemy had no way of reliably countering her movements or her elegant blazing sword. Her sword cut them down en masse while she evaded their attempts at retaliation. Yet even Redriot herself knew that this was a temporary measure. She was slowing them down but even if she broke their auras there was no real guarantee that they would stay down unless she killed them or cut down the one responsible for pumping them up. If she took him down and broke his aura then his Semblance would also be rendered useless. That meant that not only would his foot soldiers weaken again, not only would they feel the lingering pain from her attacks, but their bodies would also collapse as they turned back to normal. So for right now she just had to wade through the grunts until she reached him. Then she could bring the pain. Even as she cut through them, they swarmed her from all sides. Even as they swarmed her she continued cutting a swathe through them. They had the strength and numbers but she had the speed, skill and agility to even it out. She continued to cut through the raging swarming bandits until at last the Bearspire Huntsmen rejoined the fight! Freshly healed and rejuvenated and armed to the teeth they ran right into the crowd of pumped up bandits and began slashing and hacking and striking and punching and kicking and attacking them from behind! They might be considerably stronger than normal now but they still had human bodies and weaknesses. Something the Huntsmen and Huntresses capitalized on when they attacked from behind. They targeted the vital points of the bandits. Striking the backs of their legs and then smashing them to the ground or attacked their eyes or throats. Their main plan was to throw them off balance so the Hunters could keep going and knock down the others while they were still distracted. Redriot saw them coming and smiled. "About time you guys rejoined the party!" "We can't very well leave it all to you two! This is our town after all!" "That's right! We appreciate the help, we really do, but we aren't going to let you two handle this all on your own!" "FOR BEARSPIRE!" Redriot laughed. "That's the spirit guys! Handle them for a minute alright? I'm about to end this." She turned and ran forward while slashing and cutting through the bandits in her way while the Hunters attacked the rest. She cut through everyone in her way until she finally managed to make it out of the bandit horde and found the agitator who'd been egging them all on. Redriot raised a finger, pointed at her eye and then back at him. 'Coming At You!' Llewellyn finally stopped shouting and stared at her in fear. At this lone kid who'd just cut through his powered up bandit army and was now approaching him. She sheathed her sword and nodded still with that grin on her face that simply read: "Yeah, that's right, you're screwed!" He gulped and flourished his pike and kicked his horse. "YAH!" He yelled out and charged her head on with his horse. She broke into a run towards him while reaching for her sword hilt. The horse's feet glowed and flashed as it ran towards her at high speed. (Heeeey that's not bad! You taught your horse how to Aura Step! I'm impressed! But...it's not enough. Not against me!) They charged towards each other kicking up dust and dirt from the ground. The wind whipping at their bodies from the speed they were moving. LLewellyn grinned and kicked the horse to make it run faster. The horse raced forward even as she rushed it down. He readied his pike. She readied her sword. The horse leaped towards her and he stabbed at her with his pike only for Redriot to leap into the air with an Aura Burst of her own! She flipped in the air and landed on the horse right in front of him! Llewellyn's eyes went blank and his lip trembled. He knew exactly what was coming and exactly how much it was going to hurt. Quick as lightning she unsheathed her sword and slashed him. "Crimson Execution." The flaming chainsaw-like aura blades cut into his skin as she slashed him up his torso and he was sent flying backwards a considerable distance right off of his horse! He screamed in pain and saliva spewed from his mouth as he was sent flying backwards as if he was propelled by a rocket! He eventually hit the side of a house, broke it and dropped to the ground as his Aura shattered. He barely managed to stand back up but he was left stumbling around in pain now and clutching at his burning chest in pain. It was a symphony of burning shearing pain that had been carved up his torso! "ARRRRGHHH! THE PAAAIIIIN! THE PAIIIIN! THE BURNING PAIN! AAAAARRRGHHHH! IT HUUUURTS! HELP MEEEE!" He screamed while staggering around and holding his chest in pain. "Allow me." He turned around to look at her and Redriot punched him out. She lowered her sword and took a breather. She took a potion out of her side satchel, flicked the top off and chugged it down. It was vaguely sweet and very smooth with a syrupy aftertaste. She continued her breather while returning the empty potion bottle to her satchel. Redriot took a look at the thugs. As she predicted, without the Semblance amping them up, they began screaming in agony and writhing on the ground. They felt pain in their chest, they felt pain in their arms, they felt pain in their legs and they felt pain in their mind. They wanted to stop everything they were doing and treat the pain, but they know it'd only make things worse if they tried. Their bodies hurt all over. Their hands wrapped tightly around their waists and squeezed, much like their insides seemed to be doing to themselves. Wave after wave of cramps was all they felt and all they could think of. The pain became disorienting and they could only fall and flop around on the ground. Even worse their bodies deflated like balloons! Without the amplification their bodies were forced to go back to normal. Which was every bit as agonizing as one can expect. With more groaning and sobs of pain, and the very unsubtle popping and snapping of joints and ligaments as they are bent back in place. On top of all of this, the wounds they'd suffered in the fight were also finally catching up to them, making the experience even more painful! The majority of them flat out passed out from the pain and the others were left just flopping on the ground like fish out of water completely delirious from it. This was all but over now. They just had to mop up the last of them now. Looking over the writhing bandits she noticed the Hook Woman still managing to stay standing. She flourished her sword briefly before pointing it at her and her clones. "You. You're mine." WHOOO! Finally updated!  I'll finish Redriot's fight in the next update hopefully and then catch back up with Sir Crimson to show his fight and then the wrap up.  |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Aug 30, 2021 19:50:41 GMT
Redriot smacked back another group and turned around to see everybody gathering to attack her at once. She laughed and got ready to take them all on. "Man oh man. It's tough being popular!" She joked. She noticed the flute playing and looked up at the roof where the flute player was playing her song. "So she must be the tamer. She's trained the dogs to respond to that sound. I'm almost impressed." (If I take her out, I can stop them from directing the wolves. That should make things easier at least.) The bandits split up! Several were still charging forward towards her while the rest split up and circled around from the left and right. As she was getting ready to take them all on however she heard thunderous galloping footsteps towards them! She ran towards a nearby house and quickly ascended it and perched on top so she could get a better look at what was coming. Turns out they had reserves. A good thirty horse riders each of whom had two armed bandits riding on each horse. As they closed in on her the bandits riding on the backs of the horses leaped off of the horses and landed on top of various rooftops and taking out crystal dust powered crossbows and pointing them at her while the riders rode onward to back up the others. They had the house completely surrounded. "Okay, so you have a few more people, big deal. Come on! Who wants some?" "We'll take that challenge." Cheyenne taunted from a nearby rooftop while walking towards her. Redriot stared her down. She was clad in a cloak that appeared to be made out of leaves with a skull mask on. Underneath she had black makeup around her eyes in a butterfly pattern and she wore animal fur clothing over the same leather armor as the rest of the bandits. "So is that the Royal We or are you speaking for your punching bags?" "Well, yes but actually no." Cheyenne replied and threw off her cloak. Her body began to glow as shimmering transparent images of Cheyenne appeared over her body and then they stepped out of her body, two at a time, until there were six more of her, formed from Solidified Aura, standing in a circle around Cheyenne! "A Semblance?" "Correct. This is my Semblance: Doppelgänger Attack!" They all spoke at once and simultaneously pulled out dual ended curved hook swords. "Okay so that might be a challenge." She confessed. "I'm assuming all six of them are solid?" "That's correct." They admitted. "We are all as real as you are, Samurai Girl, and we're going to enjoy peeling the flesh off your bones! Hey Llewellyn! It's showtime!" "WARRIORS OF THE ONXY RAVENSWOOD BANDIT TRIBE'S DEMON SWORD RIDERS! HEAR ME SPEAK! LET MY WORDS REVERBERATE THROUGH YOUR MINDS AND LET GO OF YOUR FEAR! YOUR DOUBTS! YOUR WEAKNESS! YOU DO NOT KNOW FEAR! YOU DO NOT KNOW DEFEAT! YOU DO NOT KNOW WEAKNESS! YOU ARE POWER! YOU ARE STEEL! YOU ARE IRON! YOUR STRENGTH IS LIMITLESS! YOUR POWER IS WITHOUT FATHOM! YOU ARE THE DEMON SWORD RIDERS! YOU ARE THE GREATEST FIGHTING FORCE IN RESIDUUS! YOU ARE THE ULTIMATE ARMY! YOU FEAR NOTHING! YOU WILL THROW OFF YOUR CHAINS OF HUMAN LIMITS AND REACH OF YOUR PINNACLE OF STRENGTH AS POWER FILLS YOUR MUSCLES! LET GO OF HUMAN SHACKLES AND PUSH YOURSELF BEYOND YOUR BODY'S LIMITS! DO AS I COMMAND AND SLAUGHTER ALL WHO OPPOSE US!" Llewellyn shouted at the top of his lungs while thumping his chest. His voice echoed across the village and the bandits and wolves began to spasm and laugh and snarl in inhuman fashion! They began foaming at their mouths like they had rabies and they let out inhuman roars as their auras flared up and their muscles suddenly swelled up like grotesque balloons! Redriot took a few steps back and looked around as the bandits and wolves suddenly bulked up all at once and then she looked at the clone girl and noticed her and her duplicates doing the same thing! All seven of her! Redriot swallowed and composed herself. (Oh. Ohhhhhh. Oh this is going to SUCK!) "Time to die." The clones spoke simultaneously and leaped at her all at once and brought their hooks down on the roof! The impacts broke it apart and collapsed the roof into the empty house below while she dived to the ground only to be sucker punched by a roided up wolf and sent flying away through the air! She was launched a considerable distance away until she struck the roof of another building and dropped to the ground. Redriot shook it off as she got back up and looked up to see the entire mob of bandits in hot pursuit of her and they were closing the distance incredibly fast thanks to their amplified muscles. She had to act now! Redriot took up her sword stance again. "Okay then. Once more. Phantom Sword Dance: Tornado Shredder!" She waited until the horde closed in close enough and she suddenly surged forward after digging her boots into the ground, allowing her to accelerate at incredible speeds. Just like last time, she used a series of complex flowing fluid movements to dance around the berserk bandits while she slashed at them with exquisite sword strikes, exploiting the limits of human vision to create illusions with footwork and control of movement to distract and trick her opponents into believing Redriot had cloned herself! Just like last time she charged onward while swinging and bending her blade in a winding motion along with her body and making multiple consecutive slashes as she twisted her body and sword in her continuous flowing fashion. It was this flowing dance that maneuvered her through the oncoming horde. She continuously moved towards them and around their attacks, not even bothering with parrying this time and instead using her sword and arms for slight of hand redirections instead, while retaliating with slicing cutting strikes with her sword on their unprotected bodies. Across their stomachs, down their torsos, on their wrists, down their arms, across the backs of their legs, at their heads and across their backs and all around! A blinding flurry of sword strikes from unpredictable and quickly-altering trajectories! All while the attacks from her enemies appeared to pass right through her! Wolves, bandits, riders, humans, monsters, horses, she was gliding through them all while her sword slashed at will! No waiting, no hesitation, no pausing, just go go go go go GO! It was a deadly and beautiful dance that truly demonstrated the art of sword dancing. But sadly it could not last forever. Her flowing movement carried her far but even Redriot could be interrupted when she was outnumbered this badly as demonstrated when two powered up bandits managed to block her sword and brought her dance to an end just long enough for two more to grab her! She immediately began stomping on toes and kicking them but she was slowed down enough for them to slash her chest and throw her into the air! The archers opened fire on her rapidly alongside a series of bullets from the others! She was able to recover in time to block the incoming projectiles with her sword slashes but this left her open to the wolves who leaped into the air, soaring over the bandits and slashed her and pounced on her, slamming her down into a building! She fell through the roof with the wolves on top of her, snarling and scratching and biting at her until she was able to force them back with an Aura Burst! It only gave them momentary pause but it was enough to give her some breathing room. She jumped back up to her feet, leaped over one of them while smacking it with her sword, hit the ground running and ran out of the building only to be hit by the blade of a halberd of an oncoming rider! The sudden attack sent her flying backwards several feet before she stopped and came down on her feet and looked up to see the bandits coming down on her! She jumped out of the way as the four bandits slammed their swords down on the ground and threw up dust and dirt and rocks and soil from the crater they made. "Where you looking?!" She looked back to see the clones rushing her while laughing madly and gritted her teeth underneath her mask. The first clone performed a sideways spinning jump while slashing with her hooks and Redriot dodged to the side but then the next clone performed horizontal slashes with hers and while Redriot was able to parry it the attack forced her backwards a considerable distance until she was able to slide to a stop. They were on her! A third clone leaped over the first two and spun around before slashing down with her hooks and Red had to dodge her and run to the side where she was stopped by the fourth one! Redriot was forced to desperately dodge around her wild attacks, one of which knocked off her helmet, and then she struck her legs when she had an opening and ran for it, dodged an attack from the fifth one, and was then stopped by the sixth clone and Cheyenne herself! She dodged an attack from the clone and ducked down and slashed at Cheyenne's leg but she blocked it with one hook and then she slashed at the back of her head only for Redriot to dodge this and spin away only for the clone to stab backwards with the hooks and striking her in the stomach and then Cheyenne spun and slashed her with her hooks and then landed a kick on her stomach! As she was sent flying backwards the bandits slammed into her from behind and sent her flying forward and then Cheyenne and some of her clones clotheslined her and the others hit her back up and forward and the last one clotheslined her with her hook and sent her flying forward spinning head over heels and then she slammed down on the ground! Cheyenne laughed as she approached Redriot. "We have to hand it to you kid. You've lasted way longer than we gave you credit for!" The bandits encircled her and Redriot grabbed her sword. "You lasted way longer than you had any right to." Redriot stabbed her sword in the ground and took off her face mask so she could breathe easier. She used the sword to pull herself up and took a few deep breaths before she raised her sword up and then she sheathed it. "But it's over now." Redriot looked around at the horde of pumped up bandits encircling her and lowered herself down in a Battōjutsu stance. The bandits raised their weapons and prepared to charge in. "You're going to die here and then your father will die and then we'll burn this village to the ground." Cheynne and her clones signaled the bandits and wolves. "CHARGE!" The horde charged her in a circle. She breathed in and slowly breathed it out. "Crimson Execution Variant One: Fire Cyclone Buzzsaw." She replied softly and stomped her left foot into the ground hard enough to crack the ground underneath, turned her body, unsheathed her sword in a lightning fast draw and unleashed a flaming aura buzzsaw that washed over the bandits and made them scream in agony as the whole horde was pushed back! Allow me to elaborate. While a normal strike is performed by drawing the katana from its sheath on one side while stepping forward with the opposite foot, using a single step - However, this strike adds yet another step (a second step) mid-draw with the foot adjacent to the sheath (creating a Stutter-Step) which momentarily creates an instantaneous acceleration to the forward-charge as well as the sword draw. Meanwhile, the range of the attack is increased and the Timing of the attack changes slightly, which can throw off the opponent, Although truly, a super-sword attack, it endangers the user by possibly putting the adjacent leg into the free sword's path and draws one even closer to an opponent's sword than usual, but on the other hand, boosts the Speed of the sword draw to beyond-Godspeed and even greater is the boost in force of the strike. By realizing one's insignificance and risking life and limb to protect something else while, at the same time, taking one's own, fragile human life into consideration, the user is able to step into the small margin behind one's own drawn sword and in front of the sword of one's opponent without fail, delivering a beyond-godspeed blow of monstrous power. It easily makes sense that leading with the left foot results in a slightly faster attack on the draw, since the sword is closer to the opponent than if one led with the right foot. Beyond speed however, the technique has an element of surprise to it--most swordsmen do not perform a left foot-leading battou-jutsu. Why not? Leading with the left foot is dangerous because one might cut one's own leg on the upswing if the technique is performed improperly. This is true, but I think there's an even more important reason why opposing swordsmen don't expect the left foot to lead on the draw, and that's the fact that most sword-drawing techniques tend to be high-to-low, as opposed to low-to-high (like the Ama Kakeru Ryu no Hirameki). For high-to-low slashes, a right-handed swordsman would invariably lead with the right foot because the full follow-through of a high-to-low slash ends with the sword more on the left side of the body than the right side, so one wouldn't want the left leg in the way of the down swing. Since most swordsmen are used to encountering high-to-low slashes on the draw, they'd find it surprising that one would lead with the left foot. Leading with the left foot instead of the right completely changes the body mechanics of the technique (a low-to-high slash on the draw). The technique becomes much stronger. In boxing, for example, it would be the difference between a jab (attacking with the lead hand) and a cross (attacking with the rear hand), the cross being much stronger. Or from a baseball perspective, it'd be like a right handed pitcher pitching with his right foot forward versus pitching with his left foot forward. Punching or pitching with the hand opposite and rear of the leading foot is much more powerful because it allows for greater torque, with the whole weight of the body behind the movement. Most importantly, leading with the left foot makes the second part of the succession technique possible. With the right foot forward, one would have to spin a full 360 degrees in order to make the second slash. On the other hand, leading with the left foot, one only has to spin 180 degrees, which is much faster. Redriot combines this technique with her Semblance, Sheathe and Aura Techniques to devastating effect. By focusing her Aura into the tip of her sword and knowing when and how to time it's release in the swing she can release a sword beam. In addition, her Semblance coats her sword in chainsaw-esque blades of aura energy that cuts through objects by use of "teeth" running in a circular motion around the blade and back of the sword, allowing it to "chew" through most objects easily. Furthermore, the dust in her sheathe and its gun mechanism increases the speed of her sword draw even further while also coating it in an element of her choice. Usually flames. Combine all this together with proper timing and you have an insanely fast sword draw backed with incredible arm strength coated in flaming energy chainsaw teeth that releases a buzzsaw energy blast on impact and while it's being swung. Suffice to say, this ultimate attack will finish just about any opponent it hits. This particular variant on the technique, Fire Cyclone, involves a spin attack in all directions while increasing the output of the attack, dishing out more flames. When she finally stopped the horde of bandits and monsters were left screaming in pain from the burning buzzsaw aura attack cutting into and burning them at the same time! She breathed in and out and then gripped her flaming sword tightly with both hands as she got ready for her next technique. Inhaling huge amounts of oxygen, increasing the pumping of blood through the entire body, focusing it on her legs, and releasing it all to assault her enemies with the fire variation of her Phantom Sword Dance: Blazing Soul! Despite the insane beating she'd just taken, the pain in her body, the damage to her armor and the beatdown her aura had just taken, she stood tall against the horde. Clearly more pissed than worried. " My turn." Redriot fearlessly unleashed her wrath on the oncoming horde of powered up bandits. Now more mindful of their attacks and the strength they possessed, she was able to dodge their wild attacks easily without them being able to interrupt her flowing movement. She changed and alternated the tempo of her flowing movements ever changing speeds to better disorient her enemies with her footwork and control over her movements while at the same time increasing the quality and quantity of her consecutive strikes and slashes along with improving their accuracy. She weaved around the battlefield, dodging incoming attacks as gracefully as a swan light as a feather while delivering flurries of slashes vulnerable points to weaken them one moment then fiercely swinging and bending her blade in a winding motion along with her body while dancing in a ferocious flowing pattern, slicing everything in her path from multiple angles around her. Arching slashing attacks upwards and downwards, circular motion slashes, bodily spinning around to unleash 360 degree slashes, a series of diagonal slashes at high speeds, her movements were as beautiful to watch as they were deadly. It would be breathtaking to watch if not for the twisting whirlwind of flaming slashes she unleashing upon everyone around her. She was like a phantom! An elegant, deadly, dancing phantom with a flaming sword of death that was dancing through her enemies! Their attacks appeared to pass right through her and anybody she didn't dodge was instead deflected aside as she redirected the force of their attacks away from her before immediately slashing them aside. As ballistic as they were the enemy had no way of reliably countering her movements or her elegant blazing sword. Her sword cut them down en masse while she evaded their attempts at retaliation. Yet even Redriot herself knew that this was a temporary measure. She was slowing them down but even if she broke their auras there was no real guarantee that they would stay down unless she killed them or cut down the one responsible for pumping them up. If she took him down and broke his aura then his Semblance would also be rendered useless. That meant that not only would his foot soldiers weaken again, not only would they feel the lingering pain from her attacks, but their bodies would also collapse as they turned back to normal. So for right now she just had to wade through the grunts until she reached him. Then she could bring the pain. Even as she cut through them, they swarmed her from all sides. Even as they swarmed her she continued cutting a swathe through them. They had the strength and numbers but she had the speed, skill and agility to even it out. She continued to cut through the raging swarming bandits until at last the Bearspire Huntsmen rejoined the fight! Freshly healed and rejuvenated and armed to the teeth they ran right into the crowd of pumped up bandits and began slashing and hacking and striking and punching and kicking and attacking them from behind! They might be considerably stronger than normal now but they still had human bodies and weaknesses. Something the Huntsmen and Huntresses capitalized on when they attacked from behind. They targeted the vital points of the bandits. Striking the backs of their legs and then smashing them to the ground or attacked their eyes or throats. Their main plan was to throw them off balance so the Hunters could keep going and knock down the others while they were still distracted. Redriot saw them coming and smiled. "About time you guys rejoined the party!" "We can't very well leave it all to you two! This is our town after all!" "That's right! We appreciate the help, we really do, but we aren't going to let you two handle this all on your own!" "FOR BEARSPIRE!" Redriot laughed. "That's the spirit guys! Handle them for a minute alright? I'm about to end this." She turned and ran forward while slashing and cutting through the bandits in her way while the Hunters attacked the rest. She cut through everyone in her way until she finally managed to make it out of the bandit horde and found the agitator who'd been egging them all on. Redriot raised a finger, pointed at her eye and then back at him. 'Coming At You!' Llewellyn finally stopped shouting and stared at her in fear. At this lone kid who'd just cut through his powered up bandit army and was now approaching him. She sheathed her sword and nodded still with that grin on her face that simply read: "Yeah, that's right, you're screwed!" He gulped and flourished his pike and kicked his horse. "YAH!" He yelled out and charged her head on with his horse. She broke into a run towards him while reaching for her sword hilt. The horse's feet glowed and flashed as it ran towards her at high speed. (Heeeey that's not bad! You taught your horse how to Aura Step! I'm impressed! But...it's not enough. Not against me!) They charged towards each other kicking up dust and dirt from the ground. The wind whipping at their bodies from the speed they were moving. LLewellyn grinned and kicked the horse to make it run faster. The horse raced forward even as she rushed it down. He readied his pike. She readied her sword. The horse leaped towards her and he stabbed at her with his pike only for Redriot to leap into the air with an Aura Burst of her own! She flipped in the air and landed on the horse right in front of him! Llewellyn's eyes went blank and his lip trembled. He knew exactly what was coming and exactly how much it was going to hurt. Quick as lightning she unsheathed her sword and slashed him. "Crimson Execution." The flaming chainsaw-like aura blades cut into his skin as she slashed him up his torso and he was sent flying backwards a considerable distance right off of his horse! He screamed in pain and saliva spewed from his mouth as he was sent flying backwards as if he was propelled by a rocket! He eventually hit the side of a house, broke it and dropped to the ground as his Aura shattered. He barely managed to stand back up but he was left stumbling around in pain now and clutching at his burning chest in pain. It was a symphony of burning shearing pain that had been carved up his torso! "ARRRRGHHH! THE PAAAIIIIN! THE PAIIIIN! THE BURNING PAIN! AAAAARRRGHHHH! IT HUUUURTS! HELP MEEEE!" He screamed while staggering around and holding his chest in pain. "Allow me." He turned around to look at her and Redriot punched him out. She lowered her sword and took a breather. She took a potion out of her side satchel, flicked the top off and chugged it down. It was vaguely sweet and very smooth with a syrupy aftertaste. She continued her breather while returning the empty potion bottle to her satchel. Redriot took a look at the thugs. As she predicted, without the Semblance amping them up, they began screaming in agony and writhing on the ground. They felt pain in their chest, they felt pain in their arms, they felt pain in their legs and they felt pain in their mind. They wanted to stop everything they were doing and treat the pain, but they know it'd only make things worse if they tried. Their bodies hurt all over. Their hands wrapped tightly around their waists and squeezed, much like their insides seemed to be doing to themselves. Wave after wave of cramps was all they felt and all they could think of. The pain became disorienting and they could only fall and flop around on the ground. Even worse their bodies deflated like balloons! Without the amplification their bodies were forced to go back to normal. Which was every bit as agonizing as one can expect. With more groaning and sobs of pain, and the very unsubtle popping and snapping of joints and ligaments as they are bent back in place. On top of all of this, the wounds they'd suffered in the fight were also finally catching up to them, making the experience even more painful! The majority of them flat out passed out from the pain and the others were left just flopping on the ground like fish out of water completely delirious from it. This was all but over now. They just had to mop up the last of them now. Looking over the writhing bandits she noticed the Hook Woman still managing to stay standing. She flourished her sword briefly before pointing it at her and her clones. "You. You're mine." She was too far away for Cheyenne to hear her but she understood the gesture. Pulling herself together, she focused for a moment and began spreading out her clones again. Her entire body ached from the power down but she was able to gather up enough aura to recreate her clones again. All six of them. She opened her eyes back up to see Redriot already closing in! (CRAP!CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP!) "GO!" She shouted at her clones. They immediately charged into battle against the swordswoman only for her to leap into the air, grab onto the shoulder of the first clone, kick out with her foot to kick one in the face and then she shoved off of the clone and struck another across the face. Landing on her feet, she struck the first clone in the back of her legs with her sword and kicked her away. The next clone jumped her from the side and slashed down with her hooks only for Redriot to dodge her and then she slashed up at her in an arc only for Redriot to circle around her, kick out her knee and slash upwards across her back at an upward 90 degree angle. The impact sent her flying into the side of a store. Two others attacked her next, spinning around and slashing wildly with their hook swords. Redriot backed away and deflected and parried their attacks before she suddenly dashed in and began twirling, spinning, dodging, ducking, bobbing and weaving around their wild attacks before taking them both out with a spinning slash that threw them both away through the air. Cheyenne herself then stepped in close while her remaining clones circled around to attack from behind and from the sides again. Ransford observed all this from a distance. The kid was incredible. Not only had she held her own against their powered up army, something he'd never seen done before, but she'd taken out LLewellyn and now she was fighting on an even level with Cheyenne and her clones! What in the world was this kid? Their men were being defeated, the boss was being worn down and now Cheynne was on the backfoot. If this kept up they were going to lose badly. That had to stop here and now. The bandit crouched down and readied his sniper rifle. He took aim, calculated wind trajectory and distance and watched the little red samurai as she darted around fighting off Cheyenne and her clones all at the same time. He waited and waited for the right moment until after defending against a few attacks she was forced to slide backward a few feet. (NOW!) He pulled the trigger and a 1,918 MPH bullet was freed from it and shot through the air, traveled the distance of the town and hurtled towards her. It reached her near-instantly! Redriot was just raising her sword back up when she saw the bullet coming out of the corner of her eye and quickly turned to deflect it aside with her sword. Catching the bullet on it and deflecting it away straight into the eye of one of Cheyenne's clones! (WHAT THE FUCK?!) Ransford screamed internally while the clone fell back, screaming in pain while her body flickered in and out of existence. Redriot quickly stepped up and slashed her across the neck with her sword and smashed her to the ground. This was enough to cause the Cheyenne clone to burst apart and fade away like a broken aura. "RANSFORD YOU MORON! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Cheyenne yelled in the direction of the sniper. Unfortunately this not only alerted the other huntsmen to his general location but it also distracted her from Redriot. A costly mistake that she immediately capitalized on! She rushed the clones before they could get reorganized, slashed one across her back, slashed another on her side, slashed the next one across the side of her neck and continued forward. She dashed past them and swiped her sword to the left as the clones collapsed on the ground and broke apart. With them dealt with Redriot finally turned to face Cheyenne herself. The bandit woman gulped and began backing away from her in fear while the Huntress sheathed her sword, cautiously approached her and lowered her hand to the hilt of her sword. After a momentary staredown between them Cheyenne screamed and lunged at her only for Redriot to quickly step up and blast her backward with a sword drawing slash that sent her flying backwards and broke her aura. She was out. With this taken care of, Redriot turned and began running in the direction of the sniper. Thanks to Aura Stepping she quickly closed the distance and leaped onto the rooftops and began racing across them and leaping from roof to roof alongside the Bearspire Huntsmen. He still managed to squeeze off a few shots despite being on the run now of course but they were able to swat them aside as they closed in and surrounded him. The Huntsmen struck at him and Ransford leaped into the air to dodge them only to look up to see Redriot falling down on him. She flipped in the air, raised her sword and slashed down at his head hard enough to send him flying down towards the Huntsmen who waited for him to almost land on the rooftop and then they all struck him at once! "GET THE HELL OUT OF OUR TOWN!" They shouted in unison as his aura was smashed and he was thrown to the ground below! Redriot landed on her feet and sheathed her sword and took a breather. The battle was over. All that was left was the mop up. |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Feb 24, 2022 23:37:27 GMT
Redriot fearlessly unleashed her wrath on the oncoming horde of powered up bandits. Now more mindful of their attacks and the strength they possessed, she was able to dodge their wild attacks easily without them being able to interrupt her flowing movement. She changed and alternated the tempo of her flowing movements ever changing speeds to better disorient her enemies with her footwork and control over her movements while at the same time increasing the quality and quantity of her consecutive strikes and slashes along with improving their accuracy. She weaved around the battlefield, dodging incoming attacks as gracefully as a swan light as a feather while delivering flurries of slashes vulnerable points to weaken them one moment then fiercely swinging and bending her blade in a winding motion along with her body while dancing in a ferocious flowing pattern, slicing everything in her path from multiple angles around her. Arching slashing attacks upwards and downwards, circular motion slashes, bodily spinning around to unleash 360 degree slashes, a series of diagonal slashes at high speeds, her movements were as beautiful to watch as they were deadly. It would be breathtaking to watch if not for the twisting whirlwind of flaming slashes she unleashing upon everyone around her. She was like a phantom! An elegant, deadly, dancing phantom with a flaming sword of death that was dancing through her enemies! Their attacks appeared to pass right through her and anybody she didn't dodge was instead deflected aside as she redirected the force of their attacks away from her before immediately slashing them aside. As ballistic as they were the enemy had no way of reliably countering her movements or her elegant blazing sword. Her sword cut them down en masse while she evaded their attempts at retaliation. Yet even Redriot herself knew that this was a temporary measure. She was slowing them down but even if she broke their auras there was no real guarantee that they would stay down unless she killed them or cut down the one responsible for pumping them up. If she took him down and broke his aura then his Semblance would also be rendered useless. That meant that not only would his foot soldiers weaken again, not only would they feel the lingering pain from her attacks, but their bodies would also collapse as they turned back to normal. So for right now she just had to wade through the grunts until she reached him. Then she could bring the pain. Even as she cut through them, they swarmed her from all sides. Even as they swarmed her she continued cutting a swathe through them. They had the strength and numbers but she had the speed, skill and agility to even it out. She continued to cut through the raging swarming bandits until at last the Bearspire Huntsmen rejoined the fight! Freshly healed and rejuvenated and armed to the teeth they ran right into the crowd of pumped up bandits and began slashing and hacking and striking and punching and kicking and attacking them from behind! They might be considerably stronger than normal now but they still had human bodies and weaknesses. Something the Huntsmen and Huntresses capitalized on when they attacked from behind. They targeted the vital points of the bandits. Striking the backs of their legs and then smashing them to the ground or attacked their eyes or throats. Their main plan was to throw them off balance so the Hunters could keep going and knock down the others while they were still distracted. Redriot saw them coming and smiled. "About time you guys rejoined the party!" "We can't very well leave it all to you two! This is our town after all!" "That's right! We appreciate the help, we really do, but we aren't going to let you two handle this all on your own!" "FOR BEARSPIRE!" Redriot laughed. "That's the spirit guys! Handle them for a minute alright? I'm about to end this." She turned and ran forward while slashing and cutting through the bandits in her way while the Hunters attacked the rest. She cut through everyone in her way until she finally managed to make it out of the bandit horde and found the agitator who'd been egging them all on. Redriot raised a finger, pointed at her eye and then back at him. 'Coming At You!' Llewellyn finally stopped shouting and stared at her in fear. At this lone kid who'd just cut through his powered up bandit army and was now approaching him. She sheathed her sword and nodded still with that grin on her face that simply read: "Yeah, that's right, you're screwed!" He gulped and flourished his pike and kicked his horse. "YAH!" He yelled out and charged her head on with his horse. She broke into a run towards him while reaching for her sword hilt. The horse's feet glowed and flashed as it ran towards her at high speed. (Heeeey that's not bad! You taught your horse how to Aura Step! I'm impressed! But...it's not enough. Not against me!) They charged towards each other kicking up dust and dirt from the ground. The wind whipping at their bodies from the speed they were moving. LLewellyn grinned and kicked the horse to make it run faster. The horse raced forward even as she rushed it down. He readied his pike. She readied her sword. The horse leaped towards her and he stabbed at her with his pike only for Redriot to leap into the air with an Aura Burst of her own! She flipped in the air and landed on the horse right in front of him! Llewellyn's eyes went blank and his lip trembled. He knew exactly what was coming and exactly how much it was going to hurt. Quick as lightning she unsheathed her sword and slashed him. "Crimson Execution." The flaming chainsaw-like aura blades cut into his skin as she slashed him up his torso and he was sent flying backwards a considerable distance right off of his horse! He screamed in pain and saliva spewed from his mouth as he was sent flying backwards as if he was propelled by a rocket! He eventually hit the side of a house, broke it and dropped to the ground as his Aura shattered. He barely managed to stand back up but he was left stumbling around in pain now and clutching at his burning chest in pain. It was a symphony of burning shearing pain that had been carved up his torso! "ARRRRGHHH! THE PAAAIIIIN! THE PAIIIIN! THE BURNING PAIN! AAAAARRRGHHHH! IT HUUUURTS! HELP MEEEE!" He screamed while staggering around and holding his chest in pain. "Allow me." He turned around to look at her and Redriot punched him out. She lowered her sword and took a breather. She took a potion out of her side satchel, flicked the top off and chugged it down. It was vaguely sweet and very smooth with a syrupy aftertaste. She continued her breather while returning the empty potion bottle to her satchel. Redriot took a look at the thugs. As she predicted, without the Semblance amping them up, they began screaming in agony and writhing on the ground. They felt pain in their chest, they felt pain in their arms, they felt pain in their legs and they felt pain in their mind. They wanted to stop everything they were doing and treat the pain, but they know it'd only make things worse if they tried. Their bodies hurt all over. Their hands wrapped tightly around their waists and squeezed, much like their insides seemed to be doing to themselves. Wave after wave of cramps was all they felt and all they could think of. The pain became disorienting and they could only fall and flop around on the ground. Even worse their bodies deflated like balloons! Without the amplification their bodies were forced to go back to normal. Which was every bit as agonizing as one can expect. With more groaning and sobs of pain, and the very unsubtle popping and snapping of joints and ligaments as they are bent back in place. On top of all of this, the wounds they'd suffered in the fight were also finally catching up to them, making the experience even more painful! The majority of them flat out passed out from the pain and the others were left just flopping on the ground like fish out of water completely delirious from it. This was all but over now. They just had to mop up the last of them now. Looking over the writhing bandits she noticed the Hook Woman still managing to stay standing. She flourished her sword briefly before pointing it at her and her clones. "You. You're mine." She was too far away for Cheyenne to hear her but she understood the gesture. Pulling herself together, she focused for a moment and began spreading out her clones again. Her entire body ached from the power down but she was able to gather up enough aura to recreate her clones again. All six of them. She opened her eyes back up to see Redriot already closing in! (CRAP!CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP!) "GO!" She shouted at her clones. They immediately charged into battle against the swordswoman only for her to leap into the air, grab onto the shoulder of the first clone, kick out with her foot to kick one in the face and then she shoved off of the clone and struck another across the face. Landing on her feet, she struck the first clone in the back of her legs with her sword and kicked her away. The next clone jumped her from the side and slashed down with her hooks only for Redriot to dodge her and then she slashed up at her in an arc only for Redriot to circle around her, kick out her knee and slash upwards across her back at an upward 90 degree angle. The impact sent her flying into the side of a store. Two others attacked her next, spinning around and slashing wildly with their hook swords. Redriot backed away and deflected and parried their attacks before she suddenly dashed in and began twirling, spinning, dodging, ducking, bobbing and weaving around their wild attacks before taking them both out with a spinning slash that threw them both away through the air. Cheyenne herself then stepped in close while her remaining clones circled around to attack from behind and from the sides again. Ransford observed all this from a distance. The kid was incredible. Not only had she held her own against their powered up army, something he'd never seen done before, but she'd taken out LLewellyn and now she was fighting on an even level with Cheyenne and her clones! What in the world was this kid? Their men were being defeated, the boss was being worn down and now Cheynne was on the backfoot. If this kept up they were going to lose badly. That had to stop here and now. The bandit crouched down and readied his sniper rifle. He took aim, calculated wind trajectory and distance and watched the little red samurai as she darted around fighting off Cheyenne and her clones all at the same time. He waited and waited for the right moment until after defending against a few attacks she was forced to slide backward a few feet. (NOW!) He pulled the trigger and a 1,918 MPH bullet was freed from it and shot through the air, traveled the distance of the town and hurtled towards her. It reached her near-instantly! Redriot was just raising her sword back up when she saw the bullet coming out of the corner of her eye and quickly turned to deflect it aside with her sword. Catching the bullet on it and deflecting it away straight into the eye of one of Cheyenne's clones! (WHAT THE FUCK?!) Ransford screamed internally while the clone fell back, screaming in pain while her body flickered in and out of existence. Redriot quickly stepped up and slashed her across the neck with her sword and smashed her to the ground. This was enough to cause the Cheyenne clone to burst apart and fade away like a broken aura. "RANSFORD YOU MORON! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Cheyenne yelled in the direction of the sniper. Unfortunately this not only alerted the other huntsmen to his general location but it also distracted her from Redriot. A costly mistake that she immediately capitalized on! She rushed the clones before they could get reorganized, slashed one across her back, slashed another on her side, slashed the next one across the side of her neck and continued forward. She dashed past them and swiped her sword to the left as the clones collapsed on the ground and broke apart. With them dealt with Redriot finally turned to face Cheyenne herself. The bandit woman gulped and began backing away from her in fear while the Huntress sheathed her sword, cautiously approached her and lowered her hand to the hilt of her sword. After a momentary staredown between them Cheyenne screamed and lunged at her only for Redriot to quickly step up and blast her backward with a sword drawing slash that sent her flying backwards and broke her aura. She was out. With this taken care of, Redriot turned and began running in the direction of the sniper. Thanks to Aura Stepping she quickly closed the distance and leaped onto the rooftops and began racing across them and leaping from roof to roof alongside the Bearspire Huntsmen. He still managed to squeeze off a few shots despite being on the run now of course but they were able to swat them aside as they closed in and surrounded him. The Huntsmen struck at him and Ransford leaped into the air to dodge them only to look up to see Redriot falling down on him. She flipped in the air, raised her sword and slashed down at his head hard enough to send him flying down towards the Huntsmen who waited for him to almost land on the rooftop and then they all struck him at once! "GET THE HELL OUT OF OUR TOWN!" They shouted in unison as his aura was smashed and he was thrown to the ground below! Redriot landed on her feet and sheathed her sword and took a breather. The battle was over. All that was left was the mop up. While all this had been going on, Sir Crimson was clashing with the Bandit's Leader. A giant hulking brute of a man dressed the same as the others but with a set of solid muscles on his body. He was bald and had a scar on his cheek. His weapon of choice was an intricate looking sword. A long, thin, slightly curved blade made of titanium is held by a grip wrapped in expensive, grey deerskin. Because its sharp on just one edge this weapon is the perfect choice for slicing and dicing while also offering you a way to effectively block attacks. The blade has a large, twisted cross-guard, adding weight to the blade for a better weight balance, as well as offering hand protection during battle. The cross-guard has an ornamented demon flame on each side, the mark of their tribe. A large pommel is engraved with the sword maker's symbol, a famous symbol and rightfully so. The blade itself is fairly simple. No markings, no decorations and no engravings, the blade needs no decorations, it only needs to be strong and sharp. His speed was impressive for such a big and strong man but his main trait was the power he backed it up with. A swing of his sword that clashed with Sir Crimson's own sword was so strong that caused a violent air burst. His armor included a squared helm with half a face guard shaped like the eyes of a boar and reaches just below the eyes. Attached to its side are layers of crafted leather feathers. The shoulders are oval, quite narrow and fairly small in size. They're decorated with a crafted leather bat wing on each side, curved towards the sides. The upper arms are protected by pointed, half covering rerebraces which sit perfectly under the shoulderplates. The lower arms are covered by vambraces which have a masterfully crafted bird's upper beak attached on each outer side. The breastplate is made from many vertical layers of leather and fur with pointed edges and decorational pieces. It covers everything from the neck down and ending at the groin, but the shoulder area is fairly exposed to allow for more movement space. The upper legs are covered by a skirt of horizontal layers of leather and fur reaching down to the knee. The lower legs are protected by leather greaves which have a layer of chainmail covering the outer sides. Thick pants made from leather and fur are worn beneath this all. Sir Crimson deflected his slashes off of his shield, deflected it aside and then turned around and stabbed with his sword only for the bandit leader to dodge him and slash at him again but Sir Crimson deflect his sword again and stepped in and slashed at his leg only for him to leap back and dodge him before he ran forward swinging and slashing with his sword wildly only for Sir Crimson to skillfully deflect and block and parry with his sword and shield and then he rushed forward with an Aura Step and then he channeled it down to his arm and he landed a powerful hard hitting flowing four slash combination on him! The four slashes were nigh-simultaneous and crashed against the bandit's body before he drove his shield into and across the bandit's face! His head jerked to the side and saliva sprayed from his mouth. He turned with the blow and drove a kick into his chest hard enough to send him flying backwards! The bandit leader crashed into the wall and Sir Crimson immediately closed in on him and slashed at him with a massive flurry of strikes aimed at his body and vitals. The sheer speed and power behind this sword storm was like a hurricane of blades crashing against and cutting into him! The sword cut into and around his body in a violent flurry as the bandit leader's body shook and spasmed uncontrollably until Sir Crimson ended the assault with a direct stab to the chest that broke the bandit leader through the wall and across the room behind it and into a far wall! "Crimson Tempest Flurry." He stood back up and slashed the air. "I commend you for lasting this long dirtbag but this is over. I'm going to mop up the rest of the trash now." Bromwell groaned in pain but stood up again. His aura was flickering but he was still managing to stand. He coughed and hacked and wheezed in pain but he was able to get up and stare him down. "Well damn. Hot damn. You're every bit the monster the legends say you are." He chuckled in pain. "Ohhhh damn this hurts. B-but still...I am yet to reveal my-" Sir Crimson blitzed in front of him and shield checked him into the wall and then he stabbed him and again and smashed him through another wall. "OW! Stop that! I was in the middle of-" Sir Crimson slashed him again and smacked him to the ground. "OW!" Loud banging and crashing and breaking noises could be heard from within the building until Bromwell came flying out of it and slid across the ground on his face. "OWWWWWW!" He dug a twenty foot long trench with his face before he fell on his back and then pushed himself back up to his feet coughing and hacking. "Okay, that's it! NOW I'M MAD!" Bromwell ripped off his leather armor, crossed his arms and began to scream in rage. "I'M MAD! MAD! MAD NOW! MADMADMADMADMADMADMADMAD! PUMP TIIIIIIIIIIME!" He shouted into the air as his muscles suddenly grotesquely swelled up like balloons! Sir Crimson paused in his pursuit to watch as his muscles began rapidly growing larger and larger as the underwent rapid hypertrophy to increase to the point of practical ridiculousness. His veins became much more pronounced and he hunched over heaving as saliva drooled from his mouth. He laughed and turned around to face Sir Crimson and then held his arms out as Llewellyn activated his own Semblance. Since Bromwell was part of their group, being their leader, he was able to receive the same benefits! "WARRIORS OF THE ONXY RAVENSWOOD BANDIT TRIBE'S DEMON SWORD RIDERS! HEAR ME SPEAK! LET MY WORDS REVERBERATE THROUGH YOUR MINDS AND LET GO OF YOUR FEAR! YOUR DOUBTS! YOUR WEAKNESS! YOU DO NOT KNOW FEAR! YOU DO NOT KNOW DEFEAT! YOU DO NOT KNOW WEAKNESS! YOU ARE POWER! YOU ARE STEEL! YOU ARE IRON! YOUR STRENGTH IS LIMITLESS! YOUR POWER IS WITHOUT FATHOM! YOU ARE THE DEMON SWORD RIDERS! YOU ARE THE GREATEST FIGHTING FORCE IN RESIDUUS! YOU ARE THE ULTIMATE ARMY! YOU FEAR NOTHING! YOU WILL THROW OFF YOUR CHAINS OF HUMAN LIMITS AND REACH OF YOUR PINNACLE OF STRENGTH AS POWER FILLS YOUR MUSCLES! LET GO OF HUMAN SHACKLES AND PUSH YOURSELF BEYOND YOUR BODY'S LIMITS! DO AS I COMMAND AND SLAUGHTER ALL WHO OPPOSE US!" Llewellyn shouted at the top of his lungs while thumping his chest. His voice echoed across the village and the bandits and wolves began to spasm and laugh and snarl in inhuman fashion! They began foaming at their mouths like they had rabies and they let out inhuman roars as their auras flared up and their muscles suddenly swelled up like grotesque balloons! Sir Crimson looked up at him as Bromwell became even bigger and bigger and bigger with his muscles becoming insanely overly large! He raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?" "AAAAAHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA! NOW WHAT WILL YOU DO?!" His booming voice echoed around the village. "I AM NOW THE PINNACLE OF STRENGTH IN THIS FORM! THE ULTIMATE POWER IN THE WORLD! THE STRONGEST EVER! YOU PATHETIC TINY MAN! I WILL CRUSH YOU LIKE A BUUUUGGG!" "Can you even move those muscles?" He asked curiously completely undaunted by the titan in front of him. "I really don't think you've thought this all the way through."
GIGA-MUSCLES!
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Feb 25, 2022 0:46:09 GMT
She was too far away for Cheyenne to hear her but she understood the gesture. Pulling herself together, she focused for a moment and began spreading out her clones again. Her entire body ached from the power down but she was able to gather up enough aura to recreate her clones again. All six of them. She opened her eyes back up to see Redriot already closing in! (CRAP!CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP!) "GO!" She shouted at her clones. They immediately charged into battle against the swordswoman only for her to leap into the air, grab onto the shoulder of the first clone, kick out with her foot to kick one in the face and then she shoved off of the clone and struck another across the face. Landing on her feet, she struck the first clone in the back of her legs with her sword and kicked her away. The next clone jumped her from the side and slashed down with her hooks only for Redriot to dodge her and then she slashed up at her in an arc only for Redriot to circle around her, kick out her knee and slash upwards across her back at an upward 90 degree angle. The impact sent her flying into the side of a store. Two others attacked her next, spinning around and slashing wildly with their hook swords. Redriot backed away and deflected and parried their attacks before she suddenly dashed in and began twirling, spinning, dodging, ducking, bobbing and weaving around their wild attacks before taking them both out with a spinning slash that threw them both away through the air. Cheyenne herself then stepped in close while her remaining clones circled around to attack from behind and from the sides again. Ransford observed all this from a distance. The kid was incredible. Not only had she held her own against their powered up army, something he'd never seen done before, but she'd taken out LLewellyn and now she was fighting on an even level with Cheyenne and her clones! What in the world was this kid? Their men were being defeated, the boss was being worn down and now Cheynne was on the backfoot. If this kept up they were going to lose badly. That had to stop here and now. The bandit crouched down and readied his sniper rifle. He took aim, calculated wind trajectory and distance and watched the little red samurai as she darted around fighting off Cheyenne and her clones all at the same time. He waited and waited for the right moment until after defending against a few attacks she was forced to slide backward a few feet. (NOW!) He pulled the trigger and a 1,918 MPH bullet was freed from it and shot through the air, traveled the distance of the town and hurtled towards her. It reached her near-instantly! Redriot was just raising her sword back up when she saw the bullet coming out of the corner of her eye and quickly turned to deflect it aside with her sword. Catching the bullet on it and deflecting it away straight into the eye of one of Cheyenne's clones! (WHAT THE FUCK?!) Ransford screamed internally while the clone fell back, screaming in pain while her body flickered in and out of existence. Redriot quickly stepped up and slashed her across the neck with her sword and smashed her to the ground. This was enough to cause the Cheyenne clone to burst apart and fade away like a broken aura. "RANSFORD YOU MORON! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Cheyenne yelled in the direction of the sniper. Unfortunately this not only alerted the other huntsmen to his general location but it also distracted her from Redriot. A costly mistake that she immediately capitalized on! She rushed the clones before they could get reorganized, slashed one across her back, slashed another on her side, slashed the next one across the side of her neck and continued forward. She dashed past them and swiped her sword to the left as the clones collapsed on the ground and broke apart. With them dealt with Redriot finally turned to face Cheyenne herself. The bandit woman gulped and began backing away from her in fear while the Huntress sheathed her sword, cautiously approached her and lowered her hand to the hilt of her sword. After a momentary staredown between them Cheyenne screamed and lunged at her only for Redriot to quickly step up and blast her backward with a sword drawing slash that sent her flying backwards and broke her aura. She was out. With this taken care of, Redriot turned and began running in the direction of the sniper. Thanks to Aura Stepping she quickly closed the distance and leaped onto the rooftops and began racing across them and leaping from roof to roof alongside the Bearspire Huntsmen. He still managed to squeeze off a few shots despite being on the run now of course but they were able to swat them aside as they closed in and surrounded him. The Huntsmen struck at him and Ransford leaped into the air to dodge them only to look up to see Redriot falling down on him. She flipped in the air, raised her sword and slashed down at his head hard enough to send him flying down towards the Huntsmen who waited for him to almost land on the rooftop and then they all struck him at once! "GET THE HELL OUT OF OUR TOWN!" They shouted in unison as his aura was smashed and he was thrown to the ground below! Redriot landed on her feet and sheathed her sword and took a breather. The battle was over. All that was left was the mop up. While all this had been going on, Sir Crimson was clashing with the Bandit's Leader. A giant hulking brute of a man dressed the same as the others but with a set of solid muscles on his body. He was bald and had a scar on his cheek. His weapon of choice was an intricate looking sword. A long, thin, slightly curved blade made of titanium is held by a grip wrapped in expensive, grey deerskin. Because its sharp on just one edge this weapon is the perfect choice for slicing and dicing while also offering you a way to effectively block attacks. The blade has a large, twisted cross-guard, adding weight to the blade for a better weight balance, as well as offering hand protection during battle. The cross-guard has an ornamented demon flame on each side, the mark of their tribe. A large pommel is engraved with the sword maker's symbol, a famous symbol and rightfully so. The blade itself is fairly simple. No markings, no decorations and no engravings, the blade needs no decorations, it only needs to be strong and sharp. His speed was impressive for such a big and strong man but his main trait was the power he backed it up with. A swing of his sword that clashed with Sir Crimson's own sword was so strong that caused a violent air burst. His armor included a squared helm with half a face guard shaped like the eyes of a boar and reaches just below the eyes. Attached to its side are layers of crafted leather feathers. The shoulders are oval, quite narrow and fairly small in size. They're decorated with a crafted leather bat wing on each side, curved towards the sides. The upper arms are protected by pointed, half covering rerebraces which sit perfectly under the shoulderplates. The lower arms are covered by vambraces which have a masterfully crafted bird's upper beak attached on each outer side. The breastplate is made from many vertical layers of leather and fur with pointed edges and decorational pieces. It covers everything from the neck down and ending at the groin, but the shoulder area is fairly exposed to allow for more movement space. The upper legs are covered by a skirt of horizontal layers of leather and fur reaching down to the knee. The lower legs are protected by leather greaves which have a layer of chainmail covering the outer sides. Thick pants made from leather and fur are worn beneath this all. Sir Crimson deflected his slashes off of his shield, deflected it aside and then turned around and stabbed with his sword only for the bandit leader to dodge him and slash at him again but Sir Crimson deflect his sword again and stepped in and slashed at his leg only for him to leap back and dodge him before he ran forward swinging and slashing with his sword wildly only for Sir Crimson to skillfully deflect and block and parry with his sword and shield and then he rushed forward with an Aura Step and then he channeled it down to his arm and he landed a powerful hard hitting flowing four slash combination on him! The four slashes were nigh-simultaneous and crashed against the bandit's body before he drove his shield into and across the bandit's face! His head jerked to the side and saliva sprayed from his mouth. He turned with the blow and drove a kick into his chest hard enough to send him flying backwards! The bandit leader crashed into the wall and Sir Crimson immediately closed in on him and slashed at him with a massive flurry of strikes aimed at his body and vitals. The sheer speed and power behind this sword storm was like a hurricane of blades crashing against and cutting into him! The sword cut into and around his body in a violent flurry as the bandit leader's body shook and spasmed uncontrollably until Sir Crimson ended the assault with a direct stab to the chest that broke the bandit leader through the wall and across the room behind it and into a far wall! "Crimson Tempest Flurry." He stood back up and slashed the air. "I commend you for lasting this long dirtbag but this is over. I'm going to mop up the rest of the trash now." Bromwell groaned in pain but stood up again. His aura was flickering but he was still managing to stand. He coughed and hacked and wheezed in pain but he was able to get up and stare him down. "Well damn. Hot damn. You're every bit the monster the legends say you are." He chuckled in pain. "Ohhhh damn this hurts. B-but still...I am yet to reveal my-" Sir Crimson blitzed in front of him and shield checked him into the wall and then he stabbed him and again and smashed him through another wall. "OW! Stop that! I was in the middle of-" Sir Crimson slashed him again and smacked him to the ground. "OW!" Loud banging and crashing and breaking noises could be heard from within the building until Bromwell came flying out of it and slid across the ground on his face. "OWWWWWW!" He dug a twenty foot long trench with his face before he fell on his back and then pushed himself back up to his feet coughing and hacking. "Okay, that's it! NOW I'M MAD!" Bromwell ripped off his leather armor, crossed his arms and began to scream in rage. "I'M MAD! MAD! MAD NOW! MADMADMADMADMADMADMADMAD! PUMP TIIIIIIIIIIME!" He shouted into the air as his muscles suddenly grotesquely swelled up like balloons! Sir Crimson paused in his pursuit to watch as his muscles began rapidly growing larger and larger as the underwent rapid hypertrophy to increase to the point of practical ridiculousness. His veins became much more pronounced and he hunched over heaving as saliva drooled from his mouth. He laughed and turned around to face Sir Crimson and then held his arms out as Llewellyn activated his own Semblance. Since Bromwell was part of their group, being their leader, he was able to receive the same benefits! "WARRIORS OF THE ONXY RAVENSWOOD BANDIT TRIBE'S DEMON SWORD RIDERS! HEAR ME SPEAK! LET MY WORDS REVERBERATE THROUGH YOUR MINDS AND LET GO OF YOUR FEAR! YOUR DOUBTS! YOUR WEAKNESS! YOU DO NOT KNOW FEAR! YOU DO NOT KNOW DEFEAT! YOU DO NOT KNOW WEAKNESS! YOU ARE POWER! YOU ARE STEEL! YOU ARE IRON! YOUR STRENGTH IS LIMITLESS! YOUR POWER IS WITHOUT FATHOM! YOU ARE THE DEMON SWORD RIDERS! YOU ARE THE GREATEST FIGHTING FORCE IN RESIDUUS! YOU ARE THE ULTIMATE ARMY! YOU FEAR NOTHING! YOU WILL THROW OFF YOUR CHAINS OF HUMAN LIMITS AND REACH OF YOUR PINNACLE OF STRENGTH AS POWER FILLS YOUR MUSCLES! LET GO OF HUMAN SHACKLES AND PUSH YOURSELF BEYOND YOUR BODY'S LIMITS! DO AS I COMMAND AND SLAUGHTER ALL WHO OPPOSE US!" Llewellyn shouted at the top of his lungs while thumping his chest. His voice echoed across the village and the bandits and wolves began to spasm and laugh and snarl in inhuman fashion! They began foaming at their mouths like they had rabies and they let out inhuman roars as their auras flared up and their muscles suddenly swelled up like grotesque balloons! Sir Crimson looked up at him as Bromwell became even bigger and bigger and bigger with his muscles becoming insanely overly large! He raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?" "AAAAAHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA! NOW WHAT WILL YOU DO?!" His booming voice echoed around the village. "I AM NOW THE PINNACLE OF STRENGTH IN THIS FORM! THE ULTIMATE POWER IN THE WORLD! THE STRONGEST EVER! YOU PATHETIC TINY MAN! I WILL CRUSH YOU LIKE A BUUUUGGG!" "Can you even move those muscles?" He asked curiously completely undaunted by the titan in front of him. "I really don't think you've thought this all the way through." GIGA-MUSCLES!
"DIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" He bellowed and slashed his sword. The power of his swing was so intense that just swinging his arm caused a shockwave that kicked up a storm of dust and wind that swept over the entire town! The townspeople of Bearspire covered themselves and tried to hang on as the wind swept them off of their feet and the various fighters paused in their battle to react to it! A razor wind shockwave flew towards where Sir Crimson had been standing but missed him completely as he touched back down on the ground behind the hulking giant while the shockwave continued for a considerable distance kicking up dust and gravel and rocks around the town and sliced through some random objects in its way until it finally dissipated. Giga-Bromwell didn't have a chance to realize he'd missed however before he felt something hit his back. Sir Crimson meant for it to be a hard solid hit but his sword just slid off of him! "Hmmm?" Bromwell laughed and turned around and slashed downwards with his sword, kicking up another air burst while his sword swing cut a long line through the streets of Bearspire out of the town! Sir Crimson landed on his shoulder and slashed at his neck but the sword was stopped cold! "Ahhhh I see." "YOU CAN'T HARM ME TINY BUG!" He roared and tried to grab at him but Sir Crimson dodged out of the way, landed on his arm and began rapidly jabbing the sword into his eyes. "I beg to differ. Rapid Dart." Due to Sir Crimson's speed it looked like he was thrusting into his eyes with multiple swords at close range! Bromwell's howl of anguish echoed around the town and carried on for a considerable distance before he swung his arm to get him off but Sir Crimson just used the chance to leap off of it, let himself fly backwards a nice distance and then used an Aura Step to boost himself down to the ground, touched down on it and then he sped in front of Bromwell again while the giant was stumbling backwards screaming in pain while holding his wounded eyes. He'd even dropped his sword and was now blindly stumbling around in pain. Sir Crimson just sighed. "Just like I thought. All brawn with no brains. Oh sure you've made yourself big and strong but that's all you've done. You've completely sacrificed your speed and mobility with those overly engorged muscles. What's worse is that you also gave up your reaction times when you became hypnotized to go berserk. Your body wouldn't be able to keep up with me anyway but if you cloud your mind like this you'll slow your reactions down even more. Additionally, while your muscles are extremely strong now, your body will still have vulnerable where you can be hurt. Also?" He zipped past him while he was stumbling around and knocked him off of his feet causing the giant to crash to the ground with a thunderous boom! "Not only are you completely off balance with a transformation like this but your body is rapidly bleeding stamina. It's flooding out of you." He put his foot down on the giant's sweaty steaming trembling body. He was shaking now. Heaving even. His Aura was unable to keep up with the transformation he'd forced his body into and he was sucking in air. "NOT....TRUE! NOT TRUE! FOOOOOOL! CRUSH....YOU!" He swiped at him only for Sir Crimson to dash past him and slashed his eyes again. "AAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGHHHH!" He rolled around on the ground making a mess and pulvering the streets and shaking the town until he got back up on his feet and roared in blind fury as he forced his body to pump itself up even further. "Idiot." Sir Crimson scoffed. He looked around the town and noticed the battle was winding down. "Hmmmm. Honestly I could just let you wear yourself down...but the town would be wrecked by that time. So I'm going to end this and show you how to do it properly." Sir Crimson decided and activated his own Semblance. Beneath his armor his body removed his brain's limits on his muscular strength output, achieving 100% maximum muscular ability. Completely uninhibited muscle power! His skin started to take on a purple-ish tone as his blood vessels rose to the surface. Next the nerves throughout his body bulged and became super sensitive to everything around him. His senses, strength, speed and reaction time dramatically increased. Next his Semblance began rapidly overclocking his heart, causing his abilities to skyrocket even higher! Finally his Aura erupted out of him as his Semblance dramatically amplified the energy of his Aura all at once, as a singular, massive dump of energy into the user's existing physical structure, spilling more available energy into the body's existing form and allowing it to surpass its established limits. The energy is then drawn out and sent out throughout his body. As the energy travels underneath his skin it causes the muscles to bulge and the flesh to become thick around the bones and as it reaches the surface of the body it manifests as heat, wind and electricity. While doing all of this he opens up all the cells in his body and taps into their energy on a molecular and sub-molecular level. His cells, molecules, atoms, neutrons, quarks and all other sub atomic particles are opened up and tapped into for a very short amount of time. This increases the metabolism of the cells in the body. The cells exert an incredible amount of energy in a short amount of time and are then completely expended. His skin took on a darker magenta color and his eye sclera became pitch black with glowing red vessels as his irises became bright red. Even in his ballistic musclebound state Bromwell was taken aback by the sight of the Knight who was now surrounded by a raging flaming burning aura of power that was activiely cracking with energy as the wind around them howled. He lowered his arms in awe. "Wh....wha..." There was an explosive thunderclap and a flash of red light that swept over the town and Sir Crimson appeared behind the giant. "Oblivion."
His aura died back down to normal as his body slowly calmed down and changed back to normal. The red light vanished and the giant's aura shattered as a ghastly fountain of blood erupted from his torso where Sir Crimson had slashed him. Bromwell's body went slack and blood sprayed from his mouth as he fell to the ground. His body rapidly shrinking back down to his normal size. Sir Crimson sheathed his sword and took a knee for a moment while his Aura worked on healing his body internally. "Don't feel too bad now." He assured the giant while he took off his helmet to finally breathe in the air again and his body returned to normal. "There's only one man who's ever countered me in that form after all." Sir Crimson smiled at the fond memory of his legendary old friend. "Although, I suppose it's more appropriate to call him a Yokai." |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Feb 25, 2022 21:33:54 GMT
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Feb 25, 2022 21:59:04 GMT
Aww shucks, you shouldn't have Also, good to see this series back! You're super welcome bro! I figured the two legends would have crossed paths in the past at some point so why not have some fun with it? And hell yeah man! Came back strong! |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Mar 5, 2022 4:32:10 GMT
While all this had been going on, Sir Crimson was clashing with the Bandit's Leader. A giant hulking brute of a man dressed the same as the others but with a set of solid muscles on his body. He was bald and had a scar on his cheek. His weapon of choice was an intricate looking sword. A long, thin, slightly curved blade made of titanium is held by a grip wrapped in expensive, grey deerskin. Because its sharp on just one edge this weapon is the perfect choice for slicing and dicing while also offering you a way to effectively block attacks. The blade has a large, twisted cross-guard, adding weight to the blade for a better weight balance, as well as offering hand protection during battle. The cross-guard has an ornamented demon flame on each side, the mark of their tribe. A large pommel is engraved with the sword maker's symbol, a famous symbol and rightfully so. The blade itself is fairly simple. No markings, no decorations and no engravings, the blade needs no decorations, it only needs to be strong and sharp. His speed was impressive for such a big and strong man but his main trait was the power he backed it up with. A swing of his sword that clashed with Sir Crimson's own sword was so strong that caused a violent air burst. His armor included a squared helm with half a face guard shaped like the eyes of a boar and reaches just below the eyes. Attached to its side are layers of crafted leather feathers. The shoulders are oval, quite narrow and fairly small in size. They're decorated with a crafted leather bat wing on each side, curved towards the sides. The upper arms are protected by pointed, half covering rerebraces which sit perfectly under the shoulderplates. The lower arms are covered by vambraces which have a masterfully crafted bird's upper beak attached on each outer side. The breastplate is made from many vertical layers of leather and fur with pointed edges and decorational pieces. It covers everything from the neck down and ending at the groin, but the shoulder area is fairly exposed to allow for more movement space. The upper legs are covered by a skirt of horizontal layers of leather and fur reaching down to the knee. The lower legs are protected by leather greaves which have a layer of chainmail covering the outer sides. Thick pants made from leather and fur are worn beneath this all. Sir Crimson deflected his slashes off of his shield, deflected it aside and then turned around and stabbed with his sword only for the bandit leader to dodge him and slash at him again but Sir Crimson deflect his sword again and stepped in and slashed at his leg only for him to leap back and dodge him before he ran forward swinging and slashing with his sword wildly only for Sir Crimson to skillfully deflect and block and parry with his sword and shield and then he rushed forward with an Aura Step and then he channeled it down to his arm and he landed a powerful hard hitting flowing four slash combination on him! The four slashes were nigh-simultaneous and crashed against the bandit's body before he drove his shield into and across the bandit's face! His head jerked to the side and saliva sprayed from his mouth. He turned with the blow and drove a kick into his chest hard enough to send him flying backwards! The bandit leader crashed into the wall and Sir Crimson immediately closed in on him and slashed at him with a massive flurry of strikes aimed at his body and vitals. The sheer speed and power behind this sword storm was like a hurricane of blades crashing against and cutting into him! The sword cut into and around his body in a violent flurry as the bandit leader's body shook and spasmed uncontrollably until Sir Crimson ended the assault with a direct stab to the chest that broke the bandit leader through the wall and across the room behind it and into a far wall! "Crimson Tempest Flurry." He stood back up and slashed the air. "I commend you for lasting this long dirtbag but this is over. I'm going to mop up the rest of the trash now." Bromwell groaned in pain but stood up again. His aura was flickering but he was still managing to stand. He coughed and hacked and wheezed in pain but he was able to get up and stare him down. "Well damn. Hot damn. You're every bit the monster the legends say you are." He chuckled in pain. "Ohhhh damn this hurts. B-but still...I am yet to reveal my-" Sir Crimson blitzed in front of him and shield checked him into the wall and then he stabbed him and again and smashed him through another wall. "OW! Stop that! I was in the middle of-" Sir Crimson slashed him again and smacked him to the ground. "OW!" Loud banging and crashing and breaking noises could be heard from within the building until Bromwell came flying out of it and slid across the ground on his face. "OWWWWWW!" He dug a twenty foot long trench with his face before he fell on his back and then pushed himself back up to his feet coughing and hacking. "Okay, that's it! NOW I'M MAD!" Bromwell ripped off his leather armor, crossed his arms and began to scream in rage. "I'M MAD! MAD! MAD NOW! MADMADMADMADMADMADMADMAD! PUMP TIIIIIIIIIIME!" He shouted into the air as his muscles suddenly grotesquely swelled up like balloons! Sir Crimson paused in his pursuit to watch as his muscles began rapidly growing larger and larger as the underwent rapid hypertrophy to increase to the point of practical ridiculousness. His veins became much more pronounced and he hunched over heaving as saliva drooled from his mouth. He laughed and turned around to face Sir Crimson and then held his arms out as Llewellyn activated his own Semblance. Since Bromwell was part of their group, being their leader, he was able to receive the same benefits! "WARRIORS OF THE ONXY RAVENSWOOD BANDIT TRIBE'S DEMON SWORD RIDERS! HEAR ME SPEAK! LET MY WORDS REVERBERATE THROUGH YOUR MINDS AND LET GO OF YOUR FEAR! YOUR DOUBTS! YOUR WEAKNESS! YOU DO NOT KNOW FEAR! YOU DO NOT KNOW DEFEAT! YOU DO NOT KNOW WEAKNESS! YOU ARE POWER! YOU ARE STEEL! YOU ARE IRON! YOUR STRENGTH IS LIMITLESS! YOUR POWER IS WITHOUT FATHOM! YOU ARE THE DEMON SWORD RIDERS! YOU ARE THE GREATEST FIGHTING FORCE IN RESIDUUS! YOU ARE THE ULTIMATE ARMY! YOU FEAR NOTHING! YOU WILL THROW OFF YOUR CHAINS OF HUMAN LIMITS AND REACH OF YOUR PINNACLE OF STRENGTH AS POWER FILLS YOUR MUSCLES! LET GO OF HUMAN SHACKLES AND PUSH YOURSELF BEYOND YOUR BODY'S LIMITS! DO AS I COMMAND AND SLAUGHTER ALL WHO OPPOSE US!" Llewellyn shouted at the top of his lungs while thumping his chest. His voice echoed across the village and the bandits and wolves began to spasm and laugh and snarl in inhuman fashion! They began foaming at their mouths like they had rabies and they let out inhuman roars as their auras flared up and their muscles suddenly swelled up like grotesque balloons! Sir Crimson looked up at him as Bromwell became even bigger and bigger and bigger with his muscles becoming insanely overly large! He raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?" "AAAAAHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA! NOW WHAT WILL YOU DO?!" His booming voice echoed around the village. "I AM NOW THE PINNACLE OF STRENGTH IN THIS FORM! THE ULTIMATE POWER IN THE WORLD! THE STRONGEST EVER! YOU PATHETIC TINY MAN! I WILL CRUSH YOU LIKE A BUUUUGGG!" "Can you even move those muscles?" He asked curiously completely undaunted by the titan in front of him. "I really don't think you've thought this all the way through." GIGA-MUSCLES!
"DIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" He bellowed and slashed his sword. The power of his swing was so intense that just swinging his arm caused a shockwave that kicked up a storm of dust and wind that swept over the entire town! The townspeople of Bearspire covered themselves and tried to hang on as the wind swept them off of their feet and the various fighters paused in their battle to react to it! A razor wind shockwave flew towards where Sir Crimson had been standing but missed him completely as he touched back down on the ground behind the hulking giant while the shockwave continued for a considerable distance kicking up dust and gravel and rocks around the town and sliced through some random objects in its way until it finally dissipated. Giga-Bromwell didn't have a chance to realize he'd missed however before he felt something hit his back. Sir Crimson meant for it to be a hard solid hit but his sword just slid off of him! "Hmmm?" Bromwell laughed and turned around and slashed downwards with his sword, kicking up another air burst while his sword swing cut a long line through the streets of Bearspire out of the town! Sir Crimson landed on his shoulder and slashed at his neck but the sword was stopped cold! "Ahhhh I see." "YOU CAN'T HARM ME TINY BUG!" He roared and tried to grab at him but Sir Crimson dodged out of the way, landed on his arm and began rapidly jabbing the sword into his eyes. "I beg to differ. Rapid Dart." Due to Sir Crimson's speed it looked like he was thrusting into his eyes with multiple swords at close range! Bromwell's howl of anguish echoed around the town and carried on for a considerable distance before he swung his arm to get him off but Sir Crimson just used the chance to leap off of it, let himself fly backwards a nice distance and then used an Aura Step to boost himself down to the ground, touched down on it and then he sped in front of Bromwell again while the giant was stumbling backwards screaming in pain while holding his wounded eyes. He'd even dropped his sword and was now blindly stumbling around in pain. Sir Crimson just sighed. "Just like I thought. All brawn with no brains. Oh sure you've made yourself big and strong but that's all you've done. You've completely sacrificed your speed and mobility with those overly engorged muscles. What's worse is that you also gave up your reaction times when you became hypnotized to go berserk. Your body wouldn't be able to keep up with me anyway but if you cloud your mind like this you'll slow your reactions down even more. Additionally, while your muscles are extremely strong now, your body will still have vulnerable where you can be hurt. Also?" He zipped past him while he was stumbling around and knocked him off of his feet causing the giant to crash to the ground with a thunderous boom! "Not only are you completely off balance with a transformation like this but your body is rapidly bleeding stamina. It's flooding out of you." He put his foot down on the giant's sweaty steaming trembling body. He was shaking now. Heaving even. His Aura was unable to keep up with the transformation he'd forced his body into and he was sucking in air. "NOT....TRUE! NOT TRUE! FOOOOOOL! CRUSH....YOU!" He swiped at him only for Sir Crimson to dash past him and slashed his eyes again. "AAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGHHHH!" He rolled around on the ground making a mess and pulvering the streets and shaking the town until he got back up on his feet and roared in blind fury as he forced his body to pump itself up even further. "Idiot." Sir Crimson scoffed. He looked around the town and noticed the battle was winding down. "Hmmmm. Honestly I could just let you wear yourself down...but the town would be wrecked by that time. So I'm going to end this and show you how to do it properly." Sir Crimson decided and activated his own Semblance. Beneath his armor his body removed his brain's limits on his muscular strength output, achieving 100% maximum muscular ability. Completely uninhibited muscle power! His skin started to take on a purple-ish tone as his blood vessels rose to the surface. Next the nerves throughout his body bulged and became super sensitive to everything around him. His senses, strength, speed and reaction time dramatically increased. Next his Semblance began rapidly overclocking his heart, causing his abilities to skyrocket even higher! Finally his Aura erupted out of him as his Semblance dramatically amplified the energy of his Aura all at once, as a singular, massive dump of energy into the user's existing physical structure, spilling more available energy into the body's existing form and allowing it to surpass its established limits. The energy is then drawn out and sent out throughout his body. As the energy travels underneath his skin it causes the muscles to bulge and the flesh to become thick around the bones and as it reaches the surface of the body it manifests as heat, wind and electricity. While doing all of this he opens up all the cells in his body and taps into their energy on a molecular and sub-molecular level. His cells, molecules, atoms, neutrons, quarks and all other sub atomic particles are opened up and tapped into for a very short amount of time. This increases the metabolism of the cells in the body. The cells exert an incredible amount of energy in a short amount of time and are then completely expended. His skin took on a darker magenta color and his eye sclera became pitch black with glowing red vessels as his irises became bright red. Even in his ballistic musclebound state Bromwell was taken aback by the sight of the Knight who was now surrounded by a raging flaming burning aura of power that was actively cracking with energy as the wind around them howled. He lowered his arms in awe. "Wh....wha..." There was an explosive thunderclap and a flash of red light that swept over the town and Sir Crimson appeared behind the giant. "Oblivion."
His aura died back down to normal as his body slowly calmed down and changed back to normal. The red light vanished and the giant's aura shattered as a ghastly fountain of blood erupted from his torso where Sir Crimson had slashed him. Bromwell's body went slack and blood sprayed from his mouth as he fell to the ground. His body rapidly shrinking back down to his normal size. Sir Crimson sheathed his sword and took a knee for a moment while his Aura worked on healing his body internally. "Don't feel too bad now." He assured the giant while he took off his helmet to finally breathe in the air again and his body returned to normal. "There's only one man who's ever countered me in that form after all." Sir Crimson smiled at the fond memory of his legendary old friend. "Although, I suppose it's more appropriate to call him a Yokai." With their leader all but dead and their commanders defeated alongside their broken bandit army the few stragglers left could only scream and flee in horror. "Monsters! They're monsters! We have to get out of here!" "RETREAT! FULL RETREAT! THE BATTLE IS LOST!" "GET OUT OF HERE! GET OUT OF HERE NOW! FULL RETREAT!" "EVERYONE SCATTER!" The few remaining bandits, those that could still stand and ride, fled in all directions hoping that at least some of them would be able to escape the horrifying battlefield that Bearspire had been turned into. Knowingly leaving behind their wounded, even their leader, for they were lost with the rest of their army. They couldn't fight off those Crimson Monsters much less defeat the rejuvenated Bearspire Huntsmen and Huntresses. It was all over. They could only run away as fast as their Aura Amplified Horses could take them with their tails between their legs. The Hunters were not about to let this happen however. After checking on her father Redriot ran back into battle and leaped down into the fleeing crowd and began taking them out while the Bearspire Hunters rushed down the fleeing Bandits to bring them down. They had put their town through far too much destruction this day to be allowed to escape. The only place they were going would be The Dungeons. Sir Crimson placed his helmet back on his head, did a few practice swings and got ready to rejoin the battle to finish off the fleeing Bandits. He easily zig-zagged through the battlefield and began smashing down the remaining bandits. All was well and good. They were going to be crushed. The Onyx Ravenclaw Bandit Tribe's Demon Sword Riders were being beaten to the ground for capture and imprisonment. They fell in droves with only a small group of them were making it to the outskirts of the town...only for storms of arrows to rain down on them as the Bandits reached the East, West and Southern points of the town. The Arrows found their targets in the Bandits chests straight and true. The cold hard tips drilling into their chests through their leather hide armor halted only by their auras and knocked right off of their horses. On impact however, the arrow heads sprayed out a strange purple gas. A chemistry mix that upon being inhaled acted as airborne sedatives, a sleeping gas, that quickly left them feeling fatigued. In their battle damaged and exhausted states the spray dropped them. The bandits collapsed and fell asleep. The stragglers who'd made it closest to the Northern most point of the town were countered by war fans flying at them spinning like razor blades in the air! The bandits cried out in pain as the war fans swirled around and cut into them knocking them from their horses and down to the ground as a pink blur streaked forward, flipped into the air, caught the fans and landed on one of the horses and she rotated around while slashing and kicking around the bandits before she leaped off of the horse, folding her war fan, holstering it and then quickdrawing her gun and shooting down the last of the bandits from behind before flipping again in the air and landing on her feet graceful as a ballet dancer and light as a feather.  Pesca Nalunga was on the scene! She twirled her gun, blew on it and holstered it and fanned herself while she walked up to Sir Crimson. "Hey there, Crimz, did we miss anything?" "Just all the fun stuff." He joked and removed his helmet. "Ahhhhh that's better. Nice entrance by the way. Am I correct in assuming you brought The Longbow Trinity?" "Oh they insisted on it. The rest of the cavalry is right behind us along with supplies for repairs to the town. We came prepared." "Now how exactly did you know what we'd need?" "It's you remember?" She asked him with a smirk. "Besides, Grandmaster Gantholion Gran was the one who organized it. He said...he just knew how much we'd need." "Heh, he never fails to impress." The running horses were corralled and captured like their riders would be while three tall powerful men revealed themselves on top of the rooftops of Bearspire. "Now who the heck are they?" One of the Hunters asked. Redriot laughed and sheathed her sword. "Those are our friends. The Longbow Trinity: Ilya Vaseelkoviy, Dobrynya Maleenaviy and Alyosha Feealyetaviy." Redriot jumped up and down and waved to them. Illya chuckled and waved down Crimson's crazy samurai child. The battle was officially over. The Bandits Riders had been completely defeated and while Bearspire was a wreck from the battle it wasn't anything that the supplies and craftsmen coming in wouldn't be able to fix. Apricot Bearspire had suffered a great deal in this battle but everyone was alive, the bandits responsible were defeated and the stolen property was returned. The town would survive and rebuild and thrive once more. Years from now The Battle Of Bearspire would become a local legend among the town and spread well beyond it. Statues were eventually erected in honor of Redriot and Crimson Gozen in the center of town. Bromwell of the Bandit Tribe ultimately died from his wound. The only casualty of that day while the rest of the Bandits were dragged before The Courts and sentenced to life imprisonment within The Black Labyrinth Dungeons. |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Mar 5, 2022 20:52:16 GMT
It's good to see this series back! |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Mar 5, 2022 21:22:23 GMT
It's good to see this series back! Thank you so much bro! |
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