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7/27/2016 12:44:05 AM
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[b]Three blades meet[/b]
The battle had begun once everyone was in position. The Romans had interpreted the auguries, the signs were good, if they fought hard enough and earned it, they could win. The force had split in two, officially both tribunes shares control of the army but in reality few would follow the young dishonest Claudius into battle willingly. Their trust was in their senior commander, tribune Quintus Tullius, who had taken command of his body guard and decided to lead the mercenarius into battle.
The eldar were caught between the legion and the mercenarius, there was no escape for them the attacking men stood awaiting orders as the dark eldar readied what defense they could. Outmanned three to one the five hundred or so dark eldar were in desperate straights. The hundred or so slaves that they kept were anxious as well, there was a hope of rescue by some, but others had given into chaos, and yet some still were hiding warriors, waiting for the legionnaires to lower their guard before stabbing them in the back.
A horn rang out and tribune Quintus pulled his sword and raised it into the air and then pointed it to the eldar.
"CHARGE!"
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[spoiler]Let's try that again...[/spoiler] [i]Rebecca just stood there, exhausted. Xavier fired all his bullets into the daemon.[/i]
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A rain of bullets and blows came down on the creature and drove it back. It roared ferociously as it did so.
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[i]Xavier ran and slid under the daemon, jumping onto its back. He then started stabbing the hell outta it.[/i]
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[i]Rebecca just simply stood there. Xavier did something, though, by shooting the heck out of it.[/i]
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[spoiler]Hehehehe!!! Battle magic is fun.[/spoiler] *Shadow, at the very front of the lines, let's out a blood-curdling scream of pure fury as she lets her magic work. All across the lines on the sides of the mercenaries thousands of soldiers appear. They join the charge, the sound of their footsteps pounding the ground like thunder. Shadow raises her sword as she leads the charge, her power manifesting on the battlefield like a dark cloud covering the sun itself. Her image, a figure in pure-black armor raising a bone-white broadsword as long as she is tall, fills the dark eldar with fear. She draws even more power from their fear, using it to feed the illusion of the soldiers. As the lines crash against each other the illusion soldiers cut down the foe, the fear of the enemy used against themselves.*
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Say what you would about the eldar they had skill in fighting. Though some were afraid, others used the decades of training to hold their lines.
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[spoiler]Sorry about the extremely late reply.[/spoiler] *Shadow leaps through their lines, her armor shattering the blades wielded against her. A low chuckle comes from under the armor's demonic visage as she cleaves three heads from their shoulders with a single swing. Tying off the weaves for the illusions she begins another set of incantations under her breath. She wades through the lines of eldar, her pure-black armor covered in the blood of her foes. She begins to give fatal blows that do not consist of severing heads, rather, she slashes breastplates with ease and leaves them to bleed out as she continues her incantation.*
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The eldar fought hard, and with ferocity. The majority were attacking the mercenarius as they had guessed that end held the least amount of men. Quintus and his retinue of legionnaires were holding the center. Elsewhere the eldar were sacrificing slaves to summon daemons.
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Edited by TwiggierTiger22: 7/31/2016 12:33:16 AM*Shadow feels the flow of death energy, drawn to it. She finishes her incantation as she begins to head towards the wellspring of power. Behind her is a grisly scene. The bodies left for dead on both sides begin to stir, Shadow's power bringing unlife to their limbs. They begin to attack the eldar; mercenary, legionary and dark eldar bodies rising again to attack the foe. Each combatant that falls to a blade rises again. Shadow cackles madly as she heads deeper into the defenses, searching for that wellspring of power*
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A few of the legionnaires were not keen on their friends being tools, but the raising of the dead had no effect on the eldar. They in turn summoned two giant daemons, one large one smaller, the larger one attacked everything and the smaller one targeted humans specifically.
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[spoiler][has no reference for size so will use vague terms for them until then][/spoiler] *Shadow charges into the smaller deamon, slamming it into the ground. She leaps up on top of it, driving her sword into it's belly. The sword's power activates, draining the deamon of its energy.* "Weakling, letting yourself be summoned to this plane."
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The larger daemon seats at her, trying to help its comrade. It leaked a dark cloud of gas that healed daemonic creatures and hurt normal people as it tried to kill her.
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*The rounds ricochet off her armor as she stands, breathing deep the mist. Her eyes alight as it empowers her, calling deep within her. A flick of her wrist severs the neck of the smaller deamon, blood spraying as she leaps towards the larger, her sword swinging for the deamon's neck*
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The smaller daemon died slowly and the large one tried to claw her off.
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*She dodges the claws as her sword rips downwards, gutting the deamon as she slips downwards. Spinning around she rips the sword out of its gut and slices its legs from its body, landing on the ground in a crouch. Straightening up she lets the deamon impale its head on her sword. The body begins to crumble to dust as her sword absorbs its energy.* "That was a fun game. Maybe we can play later..."
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With the daemons dead the dark eldar were overrun by the legionnaires and the mercenarius. Quintus lead the charge, alongside his bodyguard, however Claudius and a few centuries had quit the field at the appearance of the daemon, though few of the men left of fear or. Loyalty to Claudius.
