Shards Chapter 1 - How it all began... (IC)

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Rennfield's stone hit the man, barely cutting him.

HP: 27/60
 
Hm, that wasn't great. Mused Rennfield. Then, losing his mental composure, he leaped at the man, clawing savagely.
 
Gregory watched as the battle unfolded. It was hardly worth the time to participate at this rate. But fool began towards him, forcing his hand. Though as the Contract Killer shrugged off the old man time and time again, Gregory felt a great portion of his strength drain. His tether was demanding much from him.

As he prepared to step away his body went numb, a colossal feeling of nothingness consumed him. A punishment for having put off the necessary too long. Recognizing his inability to dodge, Gregory smiled and centered himself behind his shield.


(post: ignore evade roll.)
 
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Tara shook her hand vigorously, chasing out the jolt. "Gah! Stupid magic..." She grumbled as the feeling returned to her fingers. That had perhaps not been one of her better ideas. She really thought she had that trick down, but working on a part of a larger thing was harder than expected. No matter. She looked down at her shield, an idea coming to mind.

A shield of orange steel wasn't like most shields. The orange steel itself was extremely valuable, so you couldn't just make it to take a few hits and then be discarded. It had to last. To that end, though built like a kite shield, the internal design was more like the old Spartan shields: A metal plate over a layer of soft leather padding to absorb shock, set atop a wooden frame stacked like a pyramid. The cushioning also meant that the orange steel would only react on the side the impact came from instead of shocking its bearer.

That last part meant that it was much safer to do what she did next: She set her weight behind the shield and charged the assassin, aiming to shield bash him away and probably shock him badly at the same time.
 
Rennfield attempted catching the man to claw at him - but ended up being too slow to do so.

Gregory's stand was successful - the assailant had been unable to stop in time, forcefully bashing against the shield, stunning him for just long enough to allow Tara a hit - however, the shield had been heavy and the angle wrong, and as such the man merely stumbled aside before attempting to strike Tara back.
 
This was one of those times Tara really wished she had some actual combat training. There was probably a trick to pulling off a proper shield rush. But there was no time to worry about that now; after stumbling a bit herself, she turned and raised the shield to defend against his counterattack. Defending with these usually had a nice, painful kick. Afterward she would try forcing the shield forward again in a standing shield bash, because just how much science could there really be to hitting someone with a big piece of metal anyway?
 
Gregory felt the darkness, and with a swift incantation he felt his body fill with strength on loan from his friends on the other side.
He could taste blood, he knew borrowing from the dead was tricky business and was prepared for a near fatal backfire.

Gregory draws his blade and focuses through the haze of foggy rage and sorrows that fill him. His blade, simple steel, is a surgeons scalpel in his hands.
He notes that the mouthy girl is barreling once more towards the enraged Contract Killer, so he waits for the resulting lull in combat to release. Gregory bellows and releases a flurry of quick slashes aimed at the Contract Killer's heels, elbows, and eyes. Once the flurry is complete he will not be able to attack again until the end of the fight.
 
Apparently significant science - her shield block was completely pointless (and in consequence, her attempt to bash the man again with the shield was too), causing herself harm (HP:16/24). However, with her luck, it opened the enemy enough for Gregory to perform a flawless flurry, causing considerable damage to the mercenary, who again switched targets to deal retribution upon Gregory who most likely will require assistance.

HP: 15/60
 
Rennfield, whirling past the man, lashed out with his foot , slamming it into the man's exposed knee.
 
Gregory was disappointed with his performance. He hadn't even managed to blind his opponent, though surely his movements would be slower now than ever. The fool was fighting on . Gregory watched the Contract Killer turn again towards him.

"WELL THEN COME AND HIT ME YE FUCKING MAGGOT!! I'LL SEND YE BACK TO THE BROTHEL WHERE THEY FOUND YE!!" He bellowed, raising his shield again.
 
Drayko leans on his weapon, slightly out of breath from attack.
 
Gregory's stand was successful - the man struck his shield only, only to be forced into a kneel as Rennfield managed to hit the back of his knee. Seeing an exhausted man, he charges towards Drayko.

HP:12/60
 
Drayko tripped slightly and then got his bearings back to defend against the attacker. Then he issued a counterattack against the foe after changing his weapon to his odachi mode.
 
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Krim decided to attempt to aid Drayko, charging toward the man, but his strike was ill-timed, colliding with a nearby tree, and after pulling the weapon free, he swung again, barely missing him as he charged onward. Pursuing him, he made an attempt to run in after the man, switching to his daggers so that he may block an incoming strike, in case Drayko were to repel him.
 
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((Why is everyone rolling two dices, and why is Laurana rolling twice for defense each time?))

Drayko failed to defend as he was struck while he was recovering (HP: 19/24), but his counterattack was successful - though Krim was less successful, only managing to cut himself slightly as he charged (HP: 28/30), which was compounded by the fighter hitting him (HP:27/30) to hopefully disorient him while he prepared to attack Krim again.

Mercenary HP: 10/60
 
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Gregory dug deep, driving his feet into the ground to bear the brunt of the oncoming force. His body could not land the killing blow while so weak, so he chose to support. Recognizing the number of blows the cheeky girl had taken, he sought to utilize his permitted magical usefulness. Gregory summons up the power of his green magic to heal Tara for light injuries.
 
Krim attacked the man with both blades, slashing at him in a flurry of purple, hoping to do a decent amount of damage, while not caring for any injuries he sustained, so long as he could get in a few hits in on his foe.
 
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George looked on in despair; there was little he could do. His combat prowess was entirely lacking, he reasoned to himself he would merely be an obstacle to his comrades and examining their battle techniques allowed for some insight into potential future combative training. He couldn't shake that he should do something, however, unsettled by the old man's continuous attempts despite his frailty. He did not want to appear inferior.
George quickly evaluated what could be done; colour magic was out of the question, he had yet to achieve anything in that field, and brute force was hardly his forté. As of yet the mercernary seemed to be only focusing on those dealing the most damage, perhaps why he had thusfar avoided George.. If that were the case, he had a plan. Perhaps he could do little to damage their foe, but that did not make him worthless; if the mercenary was disorientated and incapable of moving swiftly he'd surely be easily dealt with.
As the mercenary was distracted by Krim's incoming attack, George sprints as if to flee from the battle before sliding to the ground and swiping the enemy's legs from beneath him, hoping to both disorientate and immobilise the man.
 
Gregory succeeded at making Tara feel slightly better - however her wounds did not seem to be healing much, he would need to try again and harder.

Unfortunately for George and Krim, neither of them had managed to strike the man - Krim even had been hit (HP: 25/30). In a fit of rage in his involvement, the mercenary swung at George!
 
George swore, he had no armor or means to defend himself. His attack had been reckless. He saw the man turn to him and without a thought swiftly rolled to the side as he swung, hoping to avoid considerable damage.
 
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