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Message: <blockquote data-quote="drnuncheon" data-source="post: 397382" data-attributes="member: 96">Harvester cries out, "SEN! BEWARE!" and charges forward, while grabbing for something at his throat. He speaks words of power, "Mine prayers fly unto He That Is, that He might grant unto us His divine favor!"The horse with the blaze on it's head - the one without the dripping fanged maw, that is to say - keeps its gaze locked firmly on the kneeling figure before it.Ahoke gives an inarticulate battle cry as she starts tearing across the field. Raising her great club, she smashes it down across the neck of the horse that is staring at her kneeling companion. The club crashes into its neck, but the creature still does not break its gaze from Sen-Jyu.The equine monstrosity lunges, its teeth snapping in the air dangerously close to Ahoke's face - but the dwarven barbarian's reflexes are too fast for it. Hot breath heaves against her face.Harvester charges in, the black robe flapping in his haste to overrun Sen's position. He bowls his companion over and swings the scythe in a wide circle, from the left, and brings a minor cut across the staring horse's chest.Like a rope that has been stretched too much, the bonds that held Sen-Jyu motionless snap, his body quivering in sudden freedom.Sen-Jyu leaps to his feet, rather than continue to stare the horse in the face. Cursing inwardly for his earlier optimism ('oh, I won't need these swords, we're just going to go talk to the old man'), he charges toward the house. His katana is hungry.The horse squeals, dancing backwards, away from the scythe...and its eyes fall upon the Harvester. He stiffens, and the scythe cocks into position...Ahoke starts to snarl and foam at the mouth. She swings her club at the fanged horse, but misses.The creature rears back, letting the club pass harmlessly beneath its upraised forelegs - and then sends its full weight crashing onto Ahoke, the fangs tearing into her shoulder.Harvester growls out a soft oath, and raises the scythe that was so recently frozen in place. The sudden release, however, causes him to swing wide, the blade missing this 'horse' by a country mile.The horse spins, looking at the last of the trio...perhaps this one will be more susceptible...Practically kicking the door in, Sen-Jyu enters the farmhouse; he strides to the resting place of his katana, lifting it to duty. His thumb traces over the characters of Ichido-sama, just before flicking the hilt out an inch, enough for him to draw the blade in a long arc. He looks over his shoulder, a single strand of hair dangling before his face caught in the breeze. Vengeance is in his eyes. He leaves the farmhouse at a run, silent as he approaches the star-emblazoned one from its flank.Ahoke seems to, for whatever reason, change targets, not from one horse to another, but to Harvester. Her club slices through the air, and sails, fortunately for him, over his head.Unlike the dwarf, the horse does not change targets. Again, a gobbet of flesh is torn from Ahoke - but the furious dwarf seems not to notice the blood staining her armor, running down her arm.Harvester draws back in surprise, "Eh? No.. no..." His left hand frees itself of the cumbersome scythe and turns in a gesture, stroking the skull on his chest in passing. "By the divine favor of He Who Has Never Left, I summon his will to clothe me in prtective vestments!"The determination of a true samurai rises in Sen-Jyu's visage; his is the righteousness to strike down his enemy. That enemy happens to be one that he had been traipsing about with just yesterday, but so be it. The katana sings, and he sings with it, a hum that perseveres against the horseflesh, spilling entrails over the bloodied ground.Ahoke wrests herself away from the cleric, and charges back in to attack the fanged horse. Once again, she misses, though.Again, the massive horse dances nimbly aside from the club. Perhaps the wounds are weakening the dwarf's arm. It moves in and bites at the other shoulder, tearing away - then screams as it sees its partner crumple.Harvester's eyes narrow beneath his hood, and he surges forward, the large scythe trailing his cloak. A foot stomps on the ground as he stops, the curved blade swinging in a great arc across the horse-thing's neck, to release a great fount of blood.Across the horse from Ahoke, Sen-Jyu advances on the other horse, and his swipe is not quite as righteous as before, and that makes all the difference.Ahoke cries out in anger, and something else... pleasure? as the horse bites into her shoulder. She drops her club, which has proven to be a useless hunk of wood today, and takes out her ancient, hand crafted axe. She leaps up into the air, slamming its sharp head into the nose of the horse.With a primeval shriek, the horse-creature whirls, no longer seeking combat - escape is the only thing on its mind now. It spins in a circle, building up speed as it charges Ahoke - and that is what leaves the opening. Sen-Jyu's katana slices its side, the wound spreading a handswidth apart. The Harvester's scythe swings low, catching the legs as if they were stalks of wheat. And as the massive form crashes to the ground, Ahoke's axe slams into its skull, the bone shattering under the force of the blow.Frowning, Sen-Jyu looks about at his comrades, then back at the dead horse. Then, more intently. He kneels beside the remains of the horse's cranium, using the blade to scrape away some of the mess.As Sen-Jyu kneels by the corpse, its fanged mouth slowly relaxes, shrinking back into a more normal equine configuration.Harvester cannot help but notice Sen-Jyu's odd interest in the horse-thing, and moves closer, though he does look at the other 'horse' as he goes.Ahoke looks around for more foes, with eyes that are completely animalistic. Drool runs out of the corners of her mouth as she visibly fights, hard, against the pull of her rage. Her shoulders and chest heave, and she slowly sags to the ground. "Sh-t," she says, stretching out slowly, stiffly. "That thing bites /hard./ I knew there was something wrong with them..."Harvester moves closer to Ahoke once she has begun to calm down, and begins to inspect the severity of her wounds. "How bad, eh? Got a little ointment or something, I'm sure... Might sting alot..."Wrinkling his nose, Sen-Jyu begins to reach into the permanently unwhole cranium of the horse; gingerly, he plucks out a small, blue... something.  The object in his hand is a thin, needle-sharp sliver of azure crystal - nearly black in the red sunlight, and glistening with blood.- End of Session 1 -</blockquote>

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