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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/5/2017 11:54:11 PM
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“Agh. The completely walled off the city...EVERYONE, TO THE WALL! WE’LL HAVE TO SCALE IT!” He announced as he began running towards the city wall.
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"Aye!" [i]They would yell in unison, as the troops would begin to follow Cain afterwards. Meanwhile, it seemed to have been raining fire upon the Trayven and Dojo host.. purple cloth was set aflame, the field that the troops fought within coated in the orange fires sent from above. They had to hurry.[/i]
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Cain would sprint towards the wall, before he would run at it and kick off the bottom. He would use his left foot to start, then he kicked off with his right, right after, allowing him to scale it quickly before he grasped his spear and stabbed it into the wall, using it as a beam to stand on. He would reach for the railing, pulling himself up as well as yanking his spear out of the wall. He hopped over the railing and onto the walkway, immediately looking around for something he could use to help the rest of his squad up and over.
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[i]Cain definitely had some options, as there appeared to have been some extendable ladders up upon the ramparts, which would easily allow him to drop them down for the flanking Trayven force. Some of the more dexterous fighters had climbed up, to the top of the wall, while the heavier members of the infantry were forced to stay down and await support as the chaos raged on nearby.[/i]
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Cain spent no time wasting as he pointed to the ladders. “Grab the ladders! Put them all down so the others can make their way up!” Cain would order as he slipped his spear on his back, grabbing two ladders, one under each arm, and setting them down over the railing of the wall.
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"Sir yes-" [i]Thunk.[/i] [i]An arrow from would slam into the chest of the responding man, as more shards of terrible justice would crash upon their position, including Cain's own as two arrows flew towards his chest. Ladders may have to wait.[/i]
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Cain, alerted by his comrade falling, would now know what was coming. As he saw the arrows flying towards him, he quickly fell on his knees, lowering his back as the two arrows [i]whooshed![/i] past him. He quickly got back up, looking around for the source of the arrows.
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[i]The source would be..[/i] "For fuсk's sake, this one's remotely competent." [i]The rather regular, albeit masked individual would say, his lighthearted voice muffled by the heartless, oaken face that was strapped to his head, bounded by strings woven into his very flesh. How he would eat or drink was a question, though it would have to be saved for later, as the man would drop down to face Cain. His being was cloaked in a tattered black shawl, yet glimmerings of shiny white metal broke throughout the coat. A member of the Tribune, and the supposed attacker.. yet he had no weapon, instead strolling towards Cain as if he were a fellow.[/i] "My, MY! You aren't like the little furry girl. Her name was Alpha.. Alex. No, you're Cain. The greatest warrior of the Coldbournes, the might of Tywin, I believe? I thought you'd be taller. Here's a suggestion, Cainy - tell your bitсh redhead to sod off, will you? Enough have died for her lunacy." [i]...He was clearly mad. Not in an angered way.. though it was something, that he could know information about one before they had even spoken, yet it was clear that he kept complete eye contact with Cain.[/i]
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Cain would glare at the man, making direct eye contact. However he had kept his cool by this new figure, curious about one thing.... “How...do you eat?” Cain would suddenly ask. “I mean, do you just drink? Or...err...this isn’t...this isn’t important right now is it.”
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"...Well, it's.. complicated. Don't really eat, but I.. You did hear what I just said, didn't you?" [i]The man would speak yet, as two golden eyes would then meet Cain's eyes. Eerily golden, a corrupting type of gold.. one fueled by a deep, consuming greed.[/i]
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“Oh! Yes, about retreat. Sorry, but that’s not my particular style.” Cain would blatantly say as he readied himself, one foot in front of another that made him look as if even the gods couldn’t move him if they tried. “You speak of ‘lunacy.’ I don’t know what you mean, but all I know is that people have manipulated me my entire life. I choose my own path, and commander Freya is apart of that.”
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"...There really [i]is[/i] no hope for your lot. I thought better, but-" [i]An arrow flew past Cain's side, strung back and released by a Trayven soldier as the arrow then slammed into the cloaked being's neck, twisting it's way through his Adam's apple as the feathers punched through the flesh and cords of his neck. Yet the being merely gagged a little, fingers wrapping around the shaft and improperly ripping the shaft and arrowhead.[/i] "[i]Wow.[/i] Nice troops." [spoiler][url=https://youtu.be/0ZmyDmb5XcA]SimBi J - Angel of Darkness[/url][/spoiler] [i]Outside from his cocky demeanor, Cain had more things to focus in, as arrows began to appear behind the cloaked, masked being and fly upon Cain and his group. Cover would be the best option.[/i]
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“SHIELDS UP MEN!” Cain would yell at his comrades. He leapt off the railing of the wall and behind his men who had gathered, as they raised their shields. Cain would crouch down as his men formed their own cover, themselves. He would also risk grabbing a nearby ladder and sliding it off the wall beside him, towards his men who had not yet ascended. As the arrows [i]*thunked!*[/i] against the shields of his men, Cain would yell. “NOW! FORWARD!” His men had formed a phalanx, and width of the wall now had a new barrier moving across it.
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[i]Those Tribune solders who were still upon the wall, being seemingly cut down by an assassin hired by the Trayvens and now attacked by the phalanx, had begun to flee from the sight of an approaching force, their supplies and numbers dwindled down too much.[/i] [i]Yet Cain would face trouble, yet, as the masked figure would then climb and scale a tower in the background, one of Khalosh's own proportions: the being would hang off of the side, having acquired range as he would fire off a single, burning arrow..[/i] [i]Why just a single one, and where it would hit, was the question.[/i]
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Cain’s eye’s widened as it arced through the air and towards the stonework. The light of the arrow reflected off of his glassy blue eyes as he yelled at his men. “EVERYONE OFF THE WALL NOW!!!” He yelled as all of his men(the 8 who had made it up, not including the one that had been killed) leapt off the wall and landed in the city streets, along with Cain of course.
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[i]The arrow would explode in a flurry pf raging flame, burning the backs of the escaping warriors as the archer would then turn back, scaling onto a shorter building above Cain and seemingly following him from above.[/i] "[i]Oh[/i], so we're running now?" [i]The courtyard of the city was pure chaos, the ground covered with corpses of men and women. Some in purple, some in white, a few civilians.. some were simply too burnt or too torn away at to be recognized.[/i]
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Looking at his fellow men, Cain knew he would have to take down the archer. He picked up a bow and arrow off the ground, as well as a quiver with six arrows. “Men, kill as many of these invaders as you can. I will deal with the archer!” Cain yelled, putting his spear on his back as he knocked an arrow into the bow and sprinted towards the building the archer had scaled, sticking to cover as he did so to prevent an untimely arrow from striking his throat.
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[i]As Cain would come to the roof, he would find his foe awaiting him, now facing the Coldbourne upon the plain roof. All around them, the city was filled with screams and raging flames as the Trayvens had begun to utilize their siege machines, storming the walls and soon storming the gates.[/i] [i]The archer sighed, noticing the bow and arrows that Cain had upon him. At that, he would merely outstretch his arms - a taunt?[/i]
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Cain wasted no time, as this was combat after all. He may not have been good with words, or people... But he knew how to kill them. He also knew how to use the how he held, in fact, it came like second nature to him as he held the weapon in his hand. He instantly knocked the arrow and drew back, releasing upon hitting his anchor point and letting the arrow fly towards his intended target.
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[i]The arrow would whistle towards it's target, flung towards his chest, yet the masked individual would step to his right as the arrow flew through the space between his body and his outstretched arm. His right arm would be brought down, flinging two daggers towards Cain's being.[/i]
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Cain quickly dove to the right, his bow outstretched as he did so. The daggers flew and cut across the string, making the bow collapse with a [i]”thud!”[/i] In Cain’s Hand. Feeling the breakage, Cain tossed the bow aside as he swiftly drew his spear off his back, planting his feet in the ground firmly.
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[i]As Cain took to drawing his spear, his foe would seemingly draw another weapon, but this time outstretching his hand above his masked head: the fabric of space, even in the miasma that coated Khalosh, seemed to break as the being would draw a flaming claymore: forty-eight inches long, seemingly an absurd weapon to use in such a scenario. Yet he didn't mind, as the flames were then extinguished as if obeying his will, as he rested the weapon against his shoulder and approached.[/i]
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Off out by the man’s magic, Cain furrowed his bro, but it would take more then that to deter him. This man may have had a claymore now, bud Cain still had reach. He held his spear in both his hands, before suddenly dashing forwards. He then slid across the gravelly rooftop, and pointed his spear arm(right arm) at the figure. The shaft of the spear slid through Cain’s hand, darting directly towards he man’s chest as Cain was ready to grip his spear again as soon as he found purchase.
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[i]The man would maneuver into the range of combat, maintaining a surprising agility, even with such a mighty blade kept against his shoulder. He would suddenly strafe to the left, spinning his body around in an odd fashion of combat, suddenly swinging the greatsword at Cain's spear as it was thrusted forwards.[/i] [i]If Cain didn't withdraw, he might face some trouble.[/i]
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However, Cain wouldn’t have too. With such a telegraphed attack, Cain would easily have enough time to dash forward, grasping the neck of his spear by grasping at the butt with his left hand and sliding his hand forward in the blink of an eye. As the claymore made its motion, Cain would raise his legendarily forged spear up enough to meet the claymore, closer to the left side of the spear(where his left hand would be)having steel meet in a clash of foes. Then, Cain would whisper something in his mind as soon as it would meet, to follow through with a sequence that had helped him in combat so many times before with swordsmen. [i]”Check.”[/i] As the steel would clash, he would take advantage of the force generated from the claymore striking the left side of his spear, halting it as predicted. He immediately followed trough by swinging the right side of the spear forward, so that the dragon head would face the centre of his opponents mass. Then, he would thrust forward.
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[i]The spearhead would push through whatever light plating was covering the man's chest, his body arching forwards as the head of the weapon was pushed through his solar plexus. A spurt of blood escaped the new wound, dripping past the spear's tip. The masked individual looked up at Cain, dropping the claymore with a ruckus of a clatter.[/i] "...Damn.. I thought the stupid spin would throw you off, too bad I underestimated." [i]The cloaked being would begin to push himself off of the spearhead, only to fall against the ground and kick a little. Yet he was able to draw a dagger from his rapidly bleeding jacket, one final gurgle leaving his masked voice.[/i] "...You have no idea of what will happen.. if you win." [i]In his last moments, the man would press the blade against his chest, as if it was one final salute, a puddle of blood now forming underneath his body. He had gone still.[/i]
