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Post by Edzilla on Aug 9, 2012 0:02:06 GMT
Torak sat backwards, Seta was well, Svet was stable thanks to Nix. Now they had to go. "Grab her and get out the shuttle, teams will be converging on us, no need to fight outnumbered." He pulled out his rifle loading neurotoxin rounds and pulling the bolt back. "Just incase were to late be ready." He found an exit, a window torn open by impact wide enough to leave. Seta spoke up,"things aren't going well."
"I know," Torak replied grimly ,"can you smell any teams?"
"2 of 5 converging on the wreckage, get moving."
Torak turned back,"Grab her and follow." Before sprinting outwards into the swamp.
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Post by Yuno on Aug 9, 2012 4:20:08 GMT
the light from her wings began to blink as they slowly wilted downward. She saw Torak coming towards her and blinked slowly prying her heavy eyes open as he said to stay with him. She breathed in with some effort and nodded biting her lip hard to stop from screaming which she knew would hurt. She blinked as he pulled the bandage tight.
The sound of Nix's voice brought her eyes open as she watched him push and pull the debris off of her. She screamed soundlessly unable to drum up the sound and instead hacking blood onto the console which sparked from the liquid which ran still glowing golden. She blinked briefly her hand rising to her stomach which was wet with blood. She could feel her clothing sticking to it and she grimaced in pain blinking again.
Slowly she managed to rise as she heard the others shouting at each other. They had to move. She felt disoriented. She reached up feeling a bruise on her forhead. She looked at the others hearing their words as if they were from some far off place.
Everything in her vision was growing blurry. Then she heard a voice...so pure and sweet that she looked from side to side searching for the source, "Get up Svetlana...you are in grave danger..." she nodded bewildered rising up and swearing under her breathe as her leg felt like fire. She strode forward leaving blood in her path as she found the bay door they'd used to get in. It was stuck fast. She looked at it glaring as she pulled her hands backwards muttering some words her eyes glowing fast as she threw them forward light streaming into the door causing the ship to shake as the doors melted before her. She stepped outside everything still streaming before her vision.
Then she knew what was going on. It all came back in a flash. She reached muttering as light spread over her wound closing it although it was still painful. Then she surveyed her surroundings. Swamp...my favorite. Then she turned to the others her eyes glowing pure white, "Lets move." she began to make her way forward leaping and moving leaving little patches of blood from her leg.
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Post by Esiphas on Aug 9, 2012 6:35:42 GMT
Nix nodded to Tyrin. "Yeah. Lets grab Sve..." He watchedvwordlessly as Svetlana carried herself out. "Okay... Let me just grab somethinf. He walked to one wqll, Picked up a single white sphere with a red button.on it. He pushed the bbutton. The sphere hovered in the fir for a second, Then the red button became blue. ERIN spoke from the ball. "Now mobile." Nix walked out after Sammael and Svet, and jumped back into the ship as he spotted the swamp. "No... No no no.... I cant do swamp."
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Aug 9, 2012 7:13:36 GMT
"You scared man?" Tyrin said chuckling as he offered his shoulder for Svetlana to lean on. "It'll be okay hun...lets go..." Tyrin shouldered his rifle and both of there bags. "(please do not swear) this day is starting off fantastic!" he said under his breath "So what's the game plan?"
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Post by Edzilla on Aug 9, 2012 8:47:29 GMT
Torak knelt by a tree, waiting for the others to catch up before muttering again to Seta ,"where are they?"
"northwest 75..." a bullet screeched past Toraks head. He dove for cover, Seta coming down with him. The ground was burnt, "ion round," he thought. He picked up a branch, throwing it left. A shot was fired, opposite direction to shuttle ,"he trigger happy to," muttered Torak to Seta. He nodded to Seta who began to work his way through the undergrowth, unseen but at a alarming rate.
The nekehar sniper gazed through his scope, eyes fixated on Toraks position. He rolled left and right avoiding the shots, Ion weaponry was powerful but slower through the air than conventional ammo. "stay still you little (please do not swear)!" It was then he saw Torak stand, rifle raised pointed at him. The nekehars scope was centred on his neck. "time to d-," he said' his voice cut off as fanged plunged into his neck, tearing his throat clean out.
Seta returned to the others, his maw bloodied, with a content look on his face. "the rest of his team are approaching, along with others, some alliances have already been made against us." Torak translated effortlessly into common. Adding ,"we should move." He crouched ready to follow.
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Post by Yuno on Aug 9, 2012 10:18:07 GMT
Svetlana wasn't leaning on Tyrin she'd disappeared from the line of sight of the others moments before leaving them to wonder where she'd gone. Meanwhile she was dancing along on top of some undergrowth her nimble feet and small frame perfect for traveling in such conditions. She jumped grabbing a vine which held very well and scrambling up the side of a tree. She crouched on a sturdy branch pulling up her hood and grinning. Time to show them how to really play dirty. She cracked her neck slightly as she watched five of the nekehar come charging through the growth. She lifted one of her fire blades up timing it to ignite when it met the ground. She let it fly where it slammed into the ground almost immediately catching flame. The creatures roared in surprise as Svetlana came lunging down at one her blades already spinning as she landed on it's shoulders her hand dragging the blade through its neck effortlessly. The other's turned lowering their weapons as the fire began to roar. She grinned at them jumping again as they were forced to run forward to avoid the fire. She herself jumped very simply moving around it.
She caught up with the creatures in no time seeing as they were rushing to avoid the fire and weren't anywhere near as nimble. She grinned lunging down at them again and beginning a hand to hand fight with two of them. As the others fired she ducked and wove pulling one into a headlock and holding him their until his friends obliged her and ionized his pathetic life to kingdom come. It was then that the blades came out. 6 of them at once spinning and slashing at flesh. The creature before her roared in pain as she descended on it ending that pain with a flick of her wrist. She turned on the other two who fired at her as fire surrounded them. She weaved around the shots as one charged her a very nasty looking blade raised. She grinned this was too easy.
Like she had in the ship moments earlier she ran at him jumping and splitting mid air but this time instead of slamming her palms into him...she put two knives straight through the top of his stupid head. And landed in a crouch before the last one grinning, "Run you poor stupid son of a (please do not swear)." she said her eyes glowing a deep angry gold. It was then that the others managed to catch up to her. Still surrounded by smoke and fire she stood the other creature holding it's gun poised at her.
She grinned as she reached for her belt and in one arcing movement sent a single blade flying into the creature's gun jamming it perfectly. She'd done that a thousand times before. She grinned at it mercilessly as she moved forward at it slowly holding a blade up for it to see. The creature fell begging for it's life. The sound of blood splattering and dissolving soon followed as she turned her eyes meeting the others with grim satisfaction. It was then that she dropped to the ground unconcious.
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Post by Esiphas on Aug 9, 2012 14:36:24 GMT
Nix gave a Dark chuckle. "You try wading through a Swamp at under 5 foot tall, with mechanics and already heavy fur all over you. With no swimming skills." Nervously, He put his foot down on the wet mud,, Then powersprinted to the nearest bit of proper dry land. He stood, And breathed a sigh of relief. 'I need a Raft.' He muttered. When the Nekehar attacked, He ducked behind a Tree before lifting hias mechanical arm gloves. A pair of Barrels extended from the wrists. Ducking out from cover he fired, Inferno bolts raking the Sodden, muddy ground- along with a Couple of the Nekehar. As his clip hit the empty mark, he ducked into cover. "The shadow enclave! He shouted. "Bbiggest team, All Nekehar. Combat and Sniper mix!" 3 (please do not swear) tang out, all Iom, And blew huge holes in the tree Nixhid behind.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Aug 9, 2012 16:16:01 GMT
"Darkness....RISE!" Tyrin said throwing several shadow bolts, before raising his rifle planting a round directly into the head of a Nekehar. "And another joins my count." Tyrin smiled, "Watch your back, you'll lose yourself! THIS IS A BATTLEGROUND!"
He continued to raise shadows, rooting people in place to line up shots. Svet was dispatching them quicker than he had ever seen anyone do, it was a beautiful but frightening display, until she collapsed..."(please do not swear)!" he yelled, "Nix Svet's down!" Tyrin took off at a sprint, the enemy team was mostly dispatched so he had a clear path to her.
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Post by Edzilla on Aug 9, 2012 16:27:38 GMT
Torak hit the floor, crouching in the bow of a tree, rifle poised in his hands. He saw Svetlena fall and motioned to Seta who sprung out, dragging her over to cover. At the same time a Nekehar flew over, armed with A sword not dissimilar to Samaels. He swung his sword back, ready to kill them both. The sound of a silenced weapon rang out, halfway through his motion the sword left his hand, clattering to the floor. He collapsed, his nerves destroyed by neurotoxin, his brain dieing seconds later.
Torak looked over cover, 3 more Nekehar assailed Nix. He growled to Seta who sprinted out, pouncing on the feeble bat winged creature, snapping his neck in his jaws. His team mate took aim, but Torak killed him first, a bullet wound in his neck, making a hoarse sound as he took his last breath before sinking below the swamp. The last was combat armed, Torak decided to finish traditionally pulling his knife and charging, weaving in and out of cover, almost as fast as Seta. A knife sailed over his head as he ducked lodging in the wood above. he jumped blade poised, stabbing the Nekehar in the chest. He pushed the limp body off his knife before returning to his original position, satisfied with the blood spilled.
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Post by Zrascak on Aug 9, 2012 17:39:15 GMT
As the shots began flying in the air around his team Sammael broke out in a soundless run, aiming for a large part of the enemy team. As he came close to the enemies Sammael drew two knives, hefting one with each hand and then, while still running towards the enemies, threw the knives straight at the two closest close combat specialists he saw, one knife found a target in the nekehar's eye, the other knife plunged into the other nekehar's heart. As the two fell the others began turning towards Sammael who drew his sword and made a huge leap, ending up in the middle of the enemies, moving swiftly but with very few unnecessary movements, cutting and stabbing at any opening he saw. As Sammael twirled around in the middle of his chosen targets he did not utter a single word and, as one of the nekehar's learned painfully, Sammael's hands were almost as dangerous as his sword, the claw-fingers letting him punch straight through the bulletproof vests that the nekehar close combat specialists were wearing. After what seemed like half an eternity but in truth only was around twenty to thirty seconds Sammael's foes lay slain on the ground, excluding the two he had killed with thrown knives there were five of them, two snipers and three close combat specialists. Without showing any reaction at all to the carnage except taking back his knives from the bodies and wiping them off on the dead peoples' clothes Sammael turned his back to the dead and run back to his own team.
As he approached the others of his team Sammael called out "This way, it is clear now, we can flank them.".
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Post by Yuno on Aug 10, 2012 6:54:21 GMT
Svetlana lay where Seta had dragged her crumbled between a rock, log and quite a lot of foliage. Her breathing was unsteady and each breathe seemed to take a lot out of her. Her arm was burned very slightly from being surrounded by heat for so long but that appeared to be the only new wound she had incurred.
Blood seemed to be freshly coming from her stomach making it apparent that her activity had reopened the thin layer of flesh she'd healed into place. Her wings appeared inactive..and if they were any sign of her over all well being weren't in good shape. They were like the wilted petals a flower..and they cast a dim glow on her. It was clear that if she wasn't healed and allowed to rest very soon she would expire.
Up close Tyrin could see how pale her skin was becoming and the usual glowing luster that it was known for had all but disappeared. Her eyes flickered making it clear that she was in a state of bare conciousness. She coughed slightly bringing up flecks of blood as she sank further into the leaves holding herself and muttering about the cold despite the fact that sweat was pouring from her body.
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Post by Edzilla on Aug 10, 2012 7:47:52 GMT
Torak returned to where he left her, saw the state she was in. Seta could tell, she was fading, her soul slowly dieing off.
Torak grimly pulled a needle out of his pouch ,saying quietly to Svetlena ,"I wish it didn't have to come to this." He pulled back her shirt just enough to see the gash on her stomach, her ribcage was showing through the wound, if shed had any body fat this wouldn't be to much of an issue. He handed her another bandage, this time to her mouth, "Bite on this, don't scream."
Then he swallowed and inserted the needle next to her wound, moving across and exiting. Each was agonising, he stitched Seta before, even himself. He worked his way upwards, daring not look at her face and see her pain. After what seemed like an eternity for them both he pulled the thread tight closing the wound, hopefully permanently. Stitches over magic had always been his opinion.
He steadied her head looking her in the eye,"I can do no more, you need sleep, food and a little time. Don't try to do anymore killing." He looked back over the tree, The Nekehar were far less and Tyrin was approaching rapidly.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Aug 10, 2012 8:45:04 GMT
"Move over newbie, it's gonna take more than that!" Tyrin said sliding next to Svetlana "The only thing that can help at this point is magic, don't worry kid you did good but it's not enough." Tyrin was nervous, he normally only worked on his own injuries but he had learned how to work on others. "Svet can you hear me?" he said taking her hand "Squeeze my hand Svet I'm going to use my magic but for this to work you have to let your spell shields down a bit." he waited, time was of the essence but he couldn't do a damn thing without her permission. He felt the spell shield energy drop a bit and smiled, she trusted him enough for this and that meant he was making progress.
He began pouring his energy into the wounds soaking up all the toxins into the aura around him and expelling them through his other hand onto the ground. "Torak I can't finish this alone, to much damage has been done and it's gonna take more energy. Place your hand on my shoulder and breath as if your meditating." Tyrin felt pressure on his shoulder and began again until each wound was healed. "Alright...now we need a sa...." Tyrin said before collapsing in a heap from over exertion.
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Post by Zrascak on Aug 10, 2012 9:26:07 GMT
As Sammael saw the healing of Svetlana and subsequent collapse of Tyrin he grew a bit concerned about the fact that their team now had two ineffectives, and they needed a safe spot. "Young one, take Svetlana and follow me, we need to hurry." Sammael said as he moved forward and picked up Tyrin, hoisting the man up on his shoulders without any visible effort. As he had taken up Tyrin Sammael turned around and moved off, away from the shuttle, leading the way towards the opening in the enemy lines that he had created earlier.
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Post by Esiphas on Aug 10, 2012 10:10:37 GMT
Nix was still gunning Nekehar down. "I swear to Mol, I am not doing this again... Unless i get a pay rise." He shot down.Another one, Then Ducked back behind a Tree. Seing the others moving off, He sighed. "Guess Its time. " He dived put of cover, guns blazing, tearing up more and more Nekehar- All of them. Then he hit the swamp, and went straight under. He didnt reanerge. One nekehar, With very little blood lrft, Rasied a Hand to firevits weapon at Torak.
A bubble of Energy burst underneath it, Coveering the Nekehar in flames. Nix walked up onto dry land, Bis entire body coated in foul swamp sludge. "Hah! I dont need to bresth!" He air-Puncjed, Then his mechanucs dparked and he cursed in his native tounge. "Gonna have to fix that..."
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