by Gee-chan » Sun Dec 23, 2007 8:16 am
OOC: Ok guys, the battle is starting now. Draw your weapons and prepare for anything.
Hylian
The troops gathered into their formations and awaited the signal to advance. At the head of the formation was a young, sandy haired man clad in a distinctive green tunic and a long hat of the same shade. In his right hand was a shield polished to to reflect the light like a mirror and in his left was a spectacularly crafted long-sword with a dark blue hilt. His steed was a magnificent chestnut stallion with whome he moves as one. His blue eyes shone in the sun with anticipation however behind them was a great sadness, barely discernible even by the most keen observer.
Silence filed the ranks as the man held up his sword, the tip catching the sun like a beacon. He held it there for about 10 seconds before pointing it forwards and kicking his horse into a standing gallop and leading the tide of armour, flesh and weaponry towards the Gerudo encampment.
It was not long before a rain of arrows decended on the force from the encampment.
Garath ran forwards, Lyon and Allen beside him. He had only one of his two swords drawn, his left arm currently held a buckler which he used to fend off the rain of arrows.
Gerudo
Landara watched as the Hylian battle formation. Beside her stood Merk, the young king-by-default of the Gerudo.
"Here they come!" she yelled to her sisters. She raised her bow and took aim, Merk conjured a javelin and readied his arm.
"Thats a useful skill you have there" noted Landara, "Think you can do anything to make my arrows better?"
"I can try" answered Merk. As king he had been trained in some magic but still needed practice. His limit was summoning a few weapons which would only last a short while, he had also had a bit of practice with low-level enchantments. He took hold of Landara's quiver and closed his eyes in concentration. Slowly the arrows began to glow, when Merk opened his eyes the glow faded. "They should fly better now"
"Thanks" said Landara, letting lose the first in a rain of arrows that rose from the camp towards the approacing army. Despite this however the army's approach did not slow. The first to reach the ruins was the mounted leader of the force. As he reached the walls he stood up on his horse and leaped forwards an impressive distance, sword drawn and ready for anyone who stood in his way.
Twili
"What was that?" asked Naarsa. He was sure he had heard something, somethign he didn't like. However looking around there was not anything out of place. "Guess it must be this place" he muttered, "So many people in one place is messing with my head."
I'm looking at the world through a Jaffa-cake filling.....
Let the loli's hit the floor.....
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