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<blockquote data-quote="Cerulean_Wings" data-source="post: 4043361" data-attributes="member: 55060"><p>Stop!</p><p></p><p>Update time!</p><p></p><p>*breaks off into dancing a la Mc Hammer*</p><p></p><p>A'ight, so I've been sick. I've recovered. I've also discovered that by blinking a lot while using the PC I can prevent my eyes from hurting. Jubilation. Which means... more updates! <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite8" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":D" /> </p><p></p><p>Here's the update you've all been waiting for. Sorry for keeping the cliffhanger for so long, I didn't intend to do so originally <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite7" alt=":p" title="Stick out tongue :p" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":p" /> </p><p></p><p>If any of you faithful readers have any criticism regarding how I deal with battle scenes, please let me know. If there's something I could change, add, removed, or whatever, it'd be nice to hear it to consider it <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite2" alt=";)" title="Wink ;)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=";)" /> </p><p></p><p></p><p>Chapter 23</p><p></p><p><strong>At the wrong place at the wrong time</strong></p><p></p><p>Darius ducked, narrowly avoiding all three bolts shot at him. He heard one zip past his ear, the other over his head, ruffling his hair, and the last one glancing off his magical breastplate. In the second that it took for this to happen, several thoughts raced through the soldier’s mind.</p><p></p><p><em>Why in the Hells did I get in here? Why didn’t I go to the Mountaineers and request their help? Oh, no, of course I didn’t: I accepted to get in here, all by myself, while Gon protected me with his crossbow. So much for that, I’ve an arrow stuck in my shoulder anyway. </em></p><p></p><p>Hearing the tell-tale sound of crossbows being reloaded nearby, Darius had to act fast. He guided himself by sound, since everything was as dark as it could be, and ran over to the right, where a pair of tables served as a barricade for the person behind.</p><p></p><p><em>Wait, why did Gon tell me to go into the building all by myself? The bastard! He has sent me to my death. If I survive this, he’s a dead, dead man.</em></p><p></p><p>Darius shook those thoughts away in order to better focus in the battle at hand. He was outmatched three-to-one, that much he knew, and being distracted while it happened didn’t really even those odds. Instead of trying to jump over the barricade, Darius brought his spear back with two hands to gain momentum as he reached the tables. With a mighty thrust, the spear pierced the wood and the person that was hidden behind at the same time, making a brochette of table and man.</p><p></p><p>The spear’s victim grunted in pain as the weapon’s tip went through his leg, but the man was tough enough to push it away, getting up in a blink as he drew a slender rapier with one hand, making an elegant flourish with it. Darius tried to follow the weapon’s quick movements before realizing he was allowing it to distract him.</p><p></p><p>Two simultaneous clicks heralded two bolts from the other humanoids, and both found its mark, since Darius was giving them his back and was currently engaged in melee. The soldier held back a cry of pain, feeling the projectiles pierce his armor. The wounds didn’t feel deep, but every little thing was adding to the earlier wounds he already had received.</p><p></p><p>The man in front of him, his face covered by a scarf, finished the flourish-which was an elaborate feint-by stabbing Darius in the arm. Or at least, he tried to, for the soldier had switched stances, from an all-out tactic to a more defensive one, and deflected the rapier with his spear shaft. </p><p></p><p>“Feran, will you hurry up and restrain him!” yelled one of the crossbow wielders from behind, and Darius hoped that this Feran wasn’t a fourth assailant in the room. Without hesitating, Darius counter attacked with the spear in a violent two handed thrust, impaling the man with the rapier in the stomach, bringing him down to the ground as he clutched the mortal wound. As the man went down, Darius heard some strange words being said by the staircase.</p><p></p><p>And then there was the oddest feeling he had ever felt: it was as if his muscles, bones and nerves ceased to respond to his command, almost like they were going to sleep. And no matter how much insistence Darius put into waking them, they didn’t react. </p><p></p><p>He was frozen in place by some strange power.</p><p></p><p>“He’s held!” cried a voice from the stairs, likely the source of Darius’ paralysis. “Get him while the spell lasts!”. The two other men didn’t need any prodding, and they rushed over to Darius, rapiers in hand. One prodded the soldier in the arm with the sword as if to test his reaction, and he was satisfied at seeing that there wasn’t even so much as a grunt in reply.</p><p></p><p>A slender figure dressed in simple leather cloth walked over to where Darius stood. “Quick now, bind him; the spell won’t last long” he instructed swiftly. The other two were about to take out some ropes for the task when one stopped short as he peered at Darius more closely.</p><p></p><p>“Now wait a second, here…” he said while observing Darius’ face more closely. “Ain’t he supposed to be red-haired? This fella’ here is blond”. His accomplices looked at each other, then at the immobilized soldier. </p><p></p><p>“Now that you mention it,” the wizard reflected, rubbing his chin as he contemplated Darius more closely, “he doesn’t even look like him. At all”. The remaining man scratched his head, confused. “But he has to be! Look, dressed as a soldier of the Honor Guard and everythin’! If he ain’t Gon, then who is?”.</p><p></p><p>Darius’ mood had switched from desperate, as he was helpless against his foes, to perplexed, when they discussed how he looked, and finally to anger, as he found out that son of a whore named Gon had been the intended target all along and he, Darius, had been sent in his stead. </p><p></p><p>With a sudden shout that turned into a war cry, Darius swung his spear horizontally, smacking the three men and pushing them away from him. It seemed to him that powerful emotions allowed people to triumph over magic, and in his current state, Darius’ anger could’ve beaten most spellcasters through sheer force of will. </p><p></p><p>The moment of surprise wouldn’t last more than an instant, Darius realized, and he dropped the spear in order to draw his sword from his scabbard. The metallic ring of steel leaving its sheath rang in the dark room, filling Darius’ foes with sudden dread. The enraged soldier began a wide diagonal cut from right to left, and the man on the far right wasn’t ready for it. Blood spurted from the vicious wound that formed after the blade’s edge slashed him in the chest, and the man began to collapse to the floor. </p><p></p><p>But Darius wasn’t done just then. He continued the movement with the sword held in two hands, displacing it to the left in order to cut his companion as well. This other man was better prepared, and he jumped back in order to avoid the fate of his companion. The man lifted his rapier just as the mage begun to conjure magic through elaborate finger movements and words of power.</p><p></p><p>Darius dashed forward in order to interrupt the mage’s casting, but the other warrior stepped in-between the two, his rapier a blur as it moved in quick circles before it came to a sudden stop, puncturing Darius in the wrist, loosening his grip on the sword. A kick from the man finished what the rapier had started, and the fine longsword flew from Darius’ grasp to land on the ground several feet away.</p><p></p><p>The bite wound from the dog; the arrow in his shoulder; the crossbow bolts in his back. All those individual injuries were, by themselves, nothing to worry about. Combined, they proved lethal to Darius. The mage finished his casting with his arms extended in front of him, palms forward, as electricity emerged from his fingertips and combined into the shape of an orb. In a blink, the electric orb flew from the mage’s hands and collided into Darius, not only ignoring his breastplate, but also using it as a conduit to deal further damage as it electrocuted the man. </p><p></p><p>Seriously shaken and filled with uncontrollable spasms, Darius couldn’t hope to stay on his feet for long. He gritted his teeth, trying to steady himself, but to no avail. Through the sparks that flew in the air in front of him, the weakened solider saw the man with the rapier take careful aim, right before slashing at his throat.</p><p> </p><p>A crossbow bolt collided against the rapier’s blade, deflecting it, and saving Darius’ life. Both wizard and warrior looked over behind Darius, and what they saw wasn’t good at all.</p><p></p><p>“May I join in the fun, gentlemen? This is a game that I intend to finish, once and for all” Gon said from the doorway, his crossbow in one hand, now empty of a quarrel. The roguish soldier dropped it and ran into the room, drawing his longsword in the way.</p><p></p><p>“And so you’re back, Gon: back to pay for your crimes against our guild!” cried the wizard, his arms already moving in order to conjure yet more magical energy. The man with the rapier stepped in front of him to block the incoming Gon, stabbing at him with the weapon when he got close enough. </p><p></p><p>But Gon wasn’t there anymore. The soldier had gracefully dropped to the ground in a roll, going right under the man’s blade, passing him by in an instant and standing up right in front of the mage, who wasn’t nearly finished with his casting. Gon’s sword flashed, and the mage’s right arm was coated in red due to the wound that had appeared there. In great pain as he was, the mage couldn’t complete the spell, and he paled, seeing that Gon wasn’t slowing down or looking like the merciful type of man.</p><p></p><p>“Game over for you, Faren” announced the red-haired man as he raised the longsword in the air for a final strike. His attention shifted from the mage to the hot burning pain in his thigh, which was caused by a rapier being inserted there. Seeing his chance, Faren fled from the scene, going around the combatants and rushing out the door, blood streaming out from his arm. </p><p></p><p>“Oh, you want to play as well?” Gon asked, his grimace hidden with the handkerchief covering his face. Whirling around, he slashed at the man behind him, and the other took a hit in the shoulder as he tried to avoid it. </p><p></p><p>Darius just stood there, looking like a dead tree that was about to topple over as soon as a slight wind reached him. “Sheesh, Broken blade, at least try to pretend you’re not near death. You look horrifying” Gon chastised him as he deflected an incoming rapier thrust. He returned the attack in kind with his sword, descending the blade from above, but his opponent was very experience, and saw it coming. A well timed side step allowed him to avoid getting cleaved in twain. </p><p></p><p>The two remaining warriors were then absorbed in the dance with death, each striking, parrying and dodging the other’s attack. For an onlooker, it might have seemed as if they were evenly matched, but to the experienced fighter the result was obvious. The man confronting Gon was rapidly tiring, and Gon not only noticed, but counted on this.</p><p></p><p>Gon’s longsword came from below, like an uppercut, but the move was slow and badly aimed, which the man blocked with a downwards parry. His attention focused on the blade below, he didn’t see Gon’s punch coming right after his nose, smashing it solidly and leaving it flat against his face.</p><p></p><p>Dazed, the last foe couldn’t possibly prevent Gon’s blade from being driven into his chest to the cross guard, ending him. With a mighty pull, the sword was free from the corpse, and Gon walked over to Darius, who still remained standing a foot away, staring at the floor.</p><p></p><p>“That’s twice in the same day I’ve saved your life. But, oh well, I suppose I’ll let the second one pass, since you went in all by yourself and whatnot” Gon said as he patted Darius in the arm reassuringly.</p><p></p><p>Darius response was to descend to the floor, face first, without making another sound than a grunt of pain upon landing. Gon was about to make a witty remark about Darius’ way of lying down, but a cry from outside distracted him. The rogue remembered then that Faren, the mage, had managed to escape. </p><p></p><p>Upon reaching the outside of the building, Gon looked around, and in short term he spotted the bloodied mage lying on the ground right by the temple’s entrance. An older looking human in cerulean robes was kneeling besides him in the process of chanting a prayer to Berethor.</p><p></p><p>“Don’t let him move, good priest!” Gon called as he ran towards him. “That mage has attempted to-“ he was saying, but his voice left him upon recognizing the priest that was healing Faren. The man finished the prayer and turned his head to look at Gon, barely ten feet away.</p><p></p><p>“Ah, <em>acolyte</em> Gon” the priest said with a dry tone. “How <em>good</em> to see you after so many years”.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Cerulean_Wings, post: 4043361, member: 55060"] Stop! Update time! *breaks off into dancing a la Mc Hammer* A'ight, so I've been sick. I've recovered. I've also discovered that by blinking a lot while using the PC I can prevent my eyes from hurting. Jubilation. Which means... more updates! :D Here's the update you've all been waiting for. Sorry for keeping the cliffhanger for so long, I didn't intend to do so originally :p If any of you faithful readers have any criticism regarding how I deal with battle scenes, please let me know. If there's something I could change, add, removed, or whatever, it'd be nice to hear it to consider it ;) Chapter 23 [B]At the wrong place at the wrong time[/B] Darius ducked, narrowly avoiding all three bolts shot at him. He heard one zip past his ear, the other over his head, ruffling his hair, and the last one glancing off his magical breastplate. In the second that it took for this to happen, several thoughts raced through the soldier’s mind. [I]Why in the Hells did I get in here? Why didn’t I go to the Mountaineers and request their help? Oh, no, of course I didn’t: I accepted to get in here, all by myself, while Gon protected me with his crossbow. So much for that, I’ve an arrow stuck in my shoulder anyway. [/I] Hearing the tell-tale sound of crossbows being reloaded nearby, Darius had to act fast. He guided himself by sound, since everything was as dark as it could be, and ran over to the right, where a pair of tables served as a barricade for the person behind. [I]Wait, why did Gon tell me to go into the building all by myself? The bastard! He has sent me to my death. If I survive this, he’s a dead, dead man.[/I] Darius shook those thoughts away in order to better focus in the battle at hand. He was outmatched three-to-one, that much he knew, and being distracted while it happened didn’t really even those odds. Instead of trying to jump over the barricade, Darius brought his spear back with two hands to gain momentum as he reached the tables. With a mighty thrust, the spear pierced the wood and the person that was hidden behind at the same time, making a brochette of table and man. The spear’s victim grunted in pain as the weapon’s tip went through his leg, but the man was tough enough to push it away, getting up in a blink as he drew a slender rapier with one hand, making an elegant flourish with it. Darius tried to follow the weapon’s quick movements before realizing he was allowing it to distract him. Two simultaneous clicks heralded two bolts from the other humanoids, and both found its mark, since Darius was giving them his back and was currently engaged in melee. The soldier held back a cry of pain, feeling the projectiles pierce his armor. The wounds didn’t feel deep, but every little thing was adding to the earlier wounds he already had received. The man in front of him, his face covered by a scarf, finished the flourish-which was an elaborate feint-by stabbing Darius in the arm. Or at least, he tried to, for the soldier had switched stances, from an all-out tactic to a more defensive one, and deflected the rapier with his spear shaft. “Feran, will you hurry up and restrain him!” yelled one of the crossbow wielders from behind, and Darius hoped that this Feran wasn’t a fourth assailant in the room. Without hesitating, Darius counter attacked with the spear in a violent two handed thrust, impaling the man with the rapier in the stomach, bringing him down to the ground as he clutched the mortal wound. As the man went down, Darius heard some strange words being said by the staircase. And then there was the oddest feeling he had ever felt: it was as if his muscles, bones and nerves ceased to respond to his command, almost like they were going to sleep. And no matter how much insistence Darius put into waking them, they didn’t react. He was frozen in place by some strange power. “He’s held!” cried a voice from the stairs, likely the source of Darius’ paralysis. “Get him while the spell lasts!”. The two other men didn’t need any prodding, and they rushed over to Darius, rapiers in hand. One prodded the soldier in the arm with the sword as if to test his reaction, and he was satisfied at seeing that there wasn’t even so much as a grunt in reply. A slender figure dressed in simple leather cloth walked over to where Darius stood. “Quick now, bind him; the spell won’t last long” he instructed swiftly. The other two were about to take out some ropes for the task when one stopped short as he peered at Darius more closely. “Now wait a second, here…” he said while observing Darius’ face more closely. “Ain’t he supposed to be red-haired? This fella’ here is blond”. His accomplices looked at each other, then at the immobilized soldier. “Now that you mention it,” the wizard reflected, rubbing his chin as he contemplated Darius more closely, “he doesn’t even look like him. At all”. The remaining man scratched his head, confused. “But he has to be! Look, dressed as a soldier of the Honor Guard and everythin’! If he ain’t Gon, then who is?”. Darius’ mood had switched from desperate, as he was helpless against his foes, to perplexed, when they discussed how he looked, and finally to anger, as he found out that son of a whore named Gon had been the intended target all along and he, Darius, had been sent in his stead. With a sudden shout that turned into a war cry, Darius swung his spear horizontally, smacking the three men and pushing them away from him. It seemed to him that powerful emotions allowed people to triumph over magic, and in his current state, Darius’ anger could’ve beaten most spellcasters through sheer force of will. The moment of surprise wouldn’t last more than an instant, Darius realized, and he dropped the spear in order to draw his sword from his scabbard. The metallic ring of steel leaving its sheath rang in the dark room, filling Darius’ foes with sudden dread. The enraged soldier began a wide diagonal cut from right to left, and the man on the far right wasn’t ready for it. Blood spurted from the vicious wound that formed after the blade’s edge slashed him in the chest, and the man began to collapse to the floor. But Darius wasn’t done just then. He continued the movement with the sword held in two hands, displacing it to the left in order to cut his companion as well. This other man was better prepared, and he jumped back in order to avoid the fate of his companion. The man lifted his rapier just as the mage begun to conjure magic through elaborate finger movements and words of power. Darius dashed forward in order to interrupt the mage’s casting, but the other warrior stepped in-between the two, his rapier a blur as it moved in quick circles before it came to a sudden stop, puncturing Darius in the wrist, loosening his grip on the sword. A kick from the man finished what the rapier had started, and the fine longsword flew from Darius’ grasp to land on the ground several feet away. The bite wound from the dog; the arrow in his shoulder; the crossbow bolts in his back. All those individual injuries were, by themselves, nothing to worry about. Combined, they proved lethal to Darius. The mage finished his casting with his arms extended in front of him, palms forward, as electricity emerged from his fingertips and combined into the shape of an orb. In a blink, the electric orb flew from the mage’s hands and collided into Darius, not only ignoring his breastplate, but also using it as a conduit to deal further damage as it electrocuted the man. Seriously shaken and filled with uncontrollable spasms, Darius couldn’t hope to stay on his feet for long. He gritted his teeth, trying to steady himself, but to no avail. Through the sparks that flew in the air in front of him, the weakened solider saw the man with the rapier take careful aim, right before slashing at his throat. A crossbow bolt collided against the rapier’s blade, deflecting it, and saving Darius’ life. Both wizard and warrior looked over behind Darius, and what they saw wasn’t good at all. “May I join in the fun, gentlemen? This is a game that I intend to finish, once and for all” Gon said from the doorway, his crossbow in one hand, now empty of a quarrel. The roguish soldier dropped it and ran into the room, drawing his longsword in the way. “And so you’re back, Gon: back to pay for your crimes against our guild!” cried the wizard, his arms already moving in order to conjure yet more magical energy. The man with the rapier stepped in front of him to block the incoming Gon, stabbing at him with the weapon when he got close enough. But Gon wasn’t there anymore. The soldier had gracefully dropped to the ground in a roll, going right under the man’s blade, passing him by in an instant and standing up right in front of the mage, who wasn’t nearly finished with his casting. Gon’s sword flashed, and the mage’s right arm was coated in red due to the wound that had appeared there. In great pain as he was, the mage couldn’t complete the spell, and he paled, seeing that Gon wasn’t slowing down or looking like the merciful type of man. “Game over for you, Faren” announced the red-haired man as he raised the longsword in the air for a final strike. His attention shifted from the mage to the hot burning pain in his thigh, which was caused by a rapier being inserted there. Seeing his chance, Faren fled from the scene, going around the combatants and rushing out the door, blood streaming out from his arm. “Oh, you want to play as well?” Gon asked, his grimace hidden with the handkerchief covering his face. Whirling around, he slashed at the man behind him, and the other took a hit in the shoulder as he tried to avoid it. Darius just stood there, looking like a dead tree that was about to topple over as soon as a slight wind reached him. “Sheesh, Broken blade, at least try to pretend you’re not near death. You look horrifying” Gon chastised him as he deflected an incoming rapier thrust. He returned the attack in kind with his sword, descending the blade from above, but his opponent was very experience, and saw it coming. A well timed side step allowed him to avoid getting cleaved in twain. The two remaining warriors were then absorbed in the dance with death, each striking, parrying and dodging the other’s attack. For an onlooker, it might have seemed as if they were evenly matched, but to the experienced fighter the result was obvious. The man confronting Gon was rapidly tiring, and Gon not only noticed, but counted on this. Gon’s longsword came from below, like an uppercut, but the move was slow and badly aimed, which the man blocked with a downwards parry. His attention focused on the blade below, he didn’t see Gon’s punch coming right after his nose, smashing it solidly and leaving it flat against his face. Dazed, the last foe couldn’t possibly prevent Gon’s blade from being driven into his chest to the cross guard, ending him. With a mighty pull, the sword was free from the corpse, and Gon walked over to Darius, who still remained standing a foot away, staring at the floor. “That’s twice in the same day I’ve saved your life. But, oh well, I suppose I’ll let the second one pass, since you went in all by yourself and whatnot” Gon said as he patted Darius in the arm reassuringly. Darius response was to descend to the floor, face first, without making another sound than a grunt of pain upon landing. Gon was about to make a witty remark about Darius’ way of lying down, but a cry from outside distracted him. The rogue remembered then that Faren, the mage, had managed to escape. Upon reaching the outside of the building, Gon looked around, and in short term he spotted the bloodied mage lying on the ground right by the temple’s entrance. An older looking human in cerulean robes was kneeling besides him in the process of chanting a prayer to Berethor. “Don’t let him move, good priest!” Gon called as he ran towards him. “That mage has attempted to-“ he was saying, but his voice left him upon recognizing the priest that was healing Faren. The man finished the prayer and turned his head to look at Gon, barely ten feet away. “Ah, [I]acolyte[/I] Gon” the priest said with a dry tone. “How [I]good[/I] to see you after so many years”. [/QUOTE]
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