Brnin8r wrote:Trey was slightly shocked as the loose shield was pushed and caught him behind it. His plans changed quickly and he dropped his sword, slipped his arm back in to the shield handles, and, with his plate screeching against his shields steel, dug his feet in to slow the charge... that is if he even could.
The slab of pork digs in, tusks dipping down and about to hurl the good Paladin into the air, when...
Blazerkin wrote:James gets over his disorientation and sees Trey struggling with the boar. With a running jump, he leaps onto the beast's back before stabbing his knives into it's eyes and by extension, it's brain!
James leaps and stabs! The boar shudders, before going still and slowly falling over dead.
Ickle Harri-chan wrote:Her pale blonde braid of hair swung from side to side as she turned, hefting the shield up to block the blows of the goblins that had been behind her, and she began to chant under her breath, just avoiding their attacks while she did. Suddenly, a golden glow formed behind her, forming into the shape of a giant pair of feathered wings, just for a moment or two before disappearing, and then the golden light burst along the length of her sword and she started to swing at the goblins!
The goblins flee before her glowing sword! Becoming easy prey for most of the other miscelaneous heroes in the Arena.
ZeroForever wrote:Victor simply looked at the unorganized brawling they called combat that was occurring, tactfully he moved quickly and gracefully away from any approaching monster in a manner that would reduce the visibly of him to the encroaching monsters usually by placing someone else in the way. He prepared some basic healing prayer just in case someone was careless but took note to make it quite.
Victor remains inconspicuous!
Lian wrote:"Its rather good to know this was a blatant ploy for cheap gladtorial entertainment,"Jibril mutters. "Unclean beasts," he mutters again as he slashes at the knee of one that runs past him.
The goblin is kneecap slashed? Ouch.
Alissa of Someday wrote:"Ach--that's more like it!"
Certainly not missing two pages or so worth of action, Onín stands back and lets the others dispatch the goblin horde, looking over them in a satisfied kind of way, as though he was orchestrating the whole things. Perhaps he's just lazy. Either way, as the new challenge is unleashed, he finally seems to stop daydreaming and take real notice of the battle around him, his sword jumping into his hand like a magnet to a fridge, to use an expression that would mean absolutely nothing to any of the warriors present. A smile forming crudely on his face, (crude because any expression on his visage really, is more akin to something hewn from hard stone then something you would expect to find on a person), he charges for the nearest pigthing, ready to swing down at it in a wide, deadly arc!
The boar charges back! Slashing and snorting as it goes.
Meanwhile, the goblins and boars are nearly dead when the skies visibly darken... black clouds forming across the sun suddenly. The whole arena dips into premature twilight. A palpable sense of dread begins permeating the area.
Up in the royal box... Arleigh mutters someting incomprehensible and looks at the sky suspiciously... as the princess looks positively terrified, a feeling echoed through much of the audience.
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.
