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#Post#: 3560--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: PLO Date: March 13, 2018, 8:38 pm
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PLO starts charging another bolt on his horn when the armored
stallion kicks off the wall, glowing more brightly. Bracing
himself against the floor, he shouts at the charging figure,
"Dhen dhe hard vhay it-OOMP!" Either he had misjudged the
stallion's speed or thought he could stop him in his tracks,
regardless of which the result was a rather impressive audition
for the role of pegasus for a moment as PLO is sent flying into
the air when the stallion plows into him. The bolt he'd been
charging fires off into the rafters on impact, as he'd failed to
properly direct it anywhere else first.
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Re: Weaver
By: Foxtrot Date: March 14, 2018, 3:46 pm
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Things had certainly intensified as new contestants emerged from
the darkness. The armored stallion simply shrugged off his
concussive blasts, but something did catch Foxtrot's attention.
PLO's electric charge certainly put the assailant in a bad mood.
With an idea in mind, the stallion boss and weaves throughout
the scene, scooping up every blunt arrow on the ground. He
finally manages to get 8. Gripping them tightly in his glowing
hoofs, a surge of artificial electricity generated from his
magic flows through the projectiles. One by one they levitate
into the air and aim towards the armored stallion. With feint
whistles, they fly across the barn towards their target.
Whatever they impact, a discharge of electricity erupts in a
radius of a foot. Any that land close together multiply their
intensity. Once the last one is fired, Foxtrot looks around. He
has to get up close, but he needs a weapon. His eyes dart around
to find a rebar lying close. "Here we go. I just need a
second..."
'You're going to charge it? Even with Vindicator, the charge
only lasted minutes before it started to overheat! A metal stick
won't withstand past 64 seconds!'
[I]'Roughly a minute? I can work with that.'[/i]
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Re: Weaver
By: Faded Glory Date: March 17, 2018, 12:00 am
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Glory doesn't have time to react before the Griffon reaches her,
here shot being wasted as the griffin grabs her hoof and pulls
her shirt over her face. She lets out a curse and stumbles a
bit, struggling to get the shirt off her face. It costs her a
few precious moments and by the time she spins the griffin
already has her sword drawn. Glory glances around, grimacing.
The only one who's not already preoccupied is Thunder, and she
likely won't have time to reload unless he joins the fight and
distracts the griffin. Still... Maybe she can back off a little,
Glory doesn't like being in close with that sword. Her hoof
comes up, pointing the pistol at her and, despite having no
ammo, fires. There's a flash of green light as the air inside
the barrel is propelled out in a short burst. There's no chance
of it actually harming the griffin, but Glory hopes to startle
her and create and opportunity to duck back, moving toward
Thunder to hopefully get some help.
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Re: Weaver
By: Mana Burn Date: March 17, 2018, 1:59 am
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The stallion laughed in delight as PLO was tossed aside, his
gallops sending small tremors through the ground as he went. The
first few arrows sent by Foxtrot were thrown off course and
knocked away similarly to the crates scattered about the
building by the sheer wave of force behind his charge. As he
reached a wall he veered, managing a tight enough turn to avoid
crashing through though the trail of debris following behind him
did so in his place, making a ton of noise and splintering in
every direction with the cloud catching a few more of the arrows
and robbing them of their effect. It became clear that the
longer the stallion kept this up the dimmer his armor became as
his destructive trip whined down and slowed up until he planted
his hooves and skidded to a drifting halt, a cloud of dust
kicking up as the bits and pieces of junk still trailing behind
settled at his hooves.
Then the arrows started to land. The first struck near and
annoyed him as he grit his teeth and shot it a death glare. The
second hit and earned a pained shout as the effect doubled. The
third caused him to cry out similarly to how he had the first
time he’d been struck by this painful form of energy. He dropped
to his knees when the charge was spent, coughing and cursing. As
he tried to recover, the light of his armor began to coalesce
and focus in on his front right leg, the stallion raising it
with a groan of effort as it began to shine brightly. Having
trouble focusing, he didn’t know exactly where Foxtrot was, but
he felt he could hazard a good enough guess to get a general
idea based on where the arrows had been coming from. Rearing
back, he brought his hoof down and slammed it into the ground in
front of him, the impact causing a flash of blue light that
burnt out the remaining excess that had built up within the
inlays of his armor and dimming it back to how it appeared when
he’d first stood up. As a result, a powerful shockwave was sent
rolling forth, the layer of debris that had built up from his
run being sent forward in a wave of danger he hoped would teach
Foxtrot a lesson should he be caught in it.
The archer, catching site of the charging Pegasus after he
announced his presence, made the sensible decision to
temporarily disregard her orders and divert the aim of her
currently nocked arrow towards him instead of the unicorn she’d
been pestering. Letting loose, she made motions to dodge
regardless of the result and only barely managed to avoid being
gashed, the blade instead grazing close enough to split a
section of her clothing. She hissed as it still was able to give
her a light cut, but with the major damage avoided she reacted
quickly in reaching back and drawing another arrow – possessing
a standard tip meant to pierce - this time using it as a jabbing
weapon while her bow acted as a more defensive parrying device.
She did well in handling herself, her agility keeping her from
being bitten by Broadshield’s knife while allowing her a few
shots back aimed to rob him of his grip over the weapon or his
stability in the air.
When the shots from Onyx started to explode around her she soon
abandoned her attempts to strike back and instead focused
entirely on navigating the perilous environment the rafters had
become. Hoping that the spectacle of the arrows would be in some
way a detriment to her pursuer, the Pegasus did her best to lead
Broadshield into the path of the arrows after having deduced the
inexperience of Onyx’s archery from her first shot. After a few
close calls granting her another fresh cut she started to get a
decent grasp on how to predict the stray of the shots and was
readying to take advantage… until PLO’s charged shot rocked the
rafters and sealed the deal when it came to the Pegasus
patience. Her proximity to the bolt had been near enough to feel
her hair stand on end and send an intense shudder of energy to
wash over her body.
She’d had enough with being such a clear target in the air,
especially if there would be random bolts of lightning flying
about. Doing her best not to get diced, the Pegasus spun herself
to trick shot an oddly shaped arrow upwards to the roof, the
shot whizzing past Broadshield as if a she’d missed a last-ditch
effort. She then allowed herself to dive straight downwards
while the tip of her arrow crashed into the wood above and
crumpled, releasing a net that spread out as it fell downwards
towards her pursuer. Landing on the ground the Pegasus quickly
took cover to avoid another shot from Onyx’s construct.
“Permission to shoot something sharp!?” the Pegasus called out,
eyes darting upwards and around to watch for another
bloodthirsty charge.
“No.” The griffon was the one to respond, the command being
clear and final. She watched Glory as she regained her bearings
and attempted to distract her. It, however, hadn’t worked as
Glory may have hoped. The griffon had seen both guns fire
already and knew there was nothing loaded, her assumption
obviously having been proven correct when she found herself
still alive. Merely squinting at the sudden addition of light,
its affect drowned out a bit by the other sources flooding the
room, she stepped up through it to pursue the retreating mare,
her sword being drawn back in the motion as it’s pommel was
thrusted forward to strike her.
Thunder, however, had caught sight of the knife fight Glory
wasn’t prepared for and was there to support. Swooping in from
the side, he misread the attack from the griffon as being a
swing and used one of the blades strapped to his wings to strike
hers and knock off the balance of the attack. The griffon lost
her accuracy and was forced to wheel around and engage the pony
who was attempting to follow up with a series of slashes and
stabs in efforts to disable her. None were connecting, most
being batted aside or avoided up until a faux block to cross
blades bled instead to nifty footwork on the part of the griffon
to avoid it entirely. Thunder misread this as well, his
adrenaline and the chaos of the room being far tougher on his
focus than that of his opponent, and he was left to stumble as a
result. This was more than enough for the griffon to capitalize
though she did so with a fist instead of her weapon, her tossing
a left hook that hit dead on target and staggered Thunder
something fierce.
As Thunder reeled, the griffon took the opportunity to reach
into a bag strapped to her side, her claw removing a number of
pointy metal objects which she threw in Glory’s direction to try
and further stall the reloading of her pistols. These were
simple caltrops, but the aim of their toss was not to the
ground, instead they were sent towards Glory’s face with the
plan being a gift that would keep giving as not only a danger to
her vision but also an area of denial that she could possibly
stumble over and injure her hooves on.
Thunder, recovering from getting blasted in the face, came back
with less effect than before. Growing frustrated at the
situation entirely, Thunder began making more mistakes than he
had before, his attacks becoming painfully obvious for the more
collected griffon he was trying to battle. Picking up on this
she switched up her tactics and wasn’t even parrying anymore,
instead just avoiding his swings to further infuriate him and
make it all the easier for her to get around his defenses.
Dodging an aggravated slash, she ducked in and under his wing to
reach up and grip him by the throat where she used her own wings
to push herself forward and lift him enough to make it possible
for her to angle him backwards where she slammed him down flat
onto his back.
“COME ON!” Thunder choked out in a rage as he grabbed the claw
holding him down. He’d done nothing to her, and she shook her
head as she looked down at him as if beating him had been a
complete waste of her talents.
#Post#: 3567--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Foxtrot Date: March 18, 2018, 7:03 pm
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Foxtrot steps back as the volley of debris flies towards him.
The spread is too wide to avoid, so the stallion tries to parry
with the rebar in hoof. Planks of wood, boxes, and larger items
are easier to block. The glass, bits of sheet metal, and
occasional nail are much different. Cuts and slices pick apart
the stallion. At the end, he's not seriously injured, but the
fight is taking its toll. His breathing becomes heavy, "Damn, we
gotta drop this guy asap." He eyes the metal stick in his hoof.
[I]'Omega, how much charge can we release in one go?'[/i]
'Enough to kill us, paralyze us, stop our heart, permanently
damage our nervous system-'
[I]'Ok-not-that-much! Just enough to take him down I
suppose.'[/i]
'Possibly? I can only ensure you don't go overboard and kill us
both.'
[I]'Good enough I suppose.'[/i] Foxtrot grits his teeth add he
positions himself. He's gotta get up close. In a mad dash,
Foxtrot speeds to the armored stallion. Being sure to stay
behind him, he leaps up and lands on his back with a clunk. The
landing is messy though, he's gotta stay on for a moment to
position himself to just the right spot.
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Re: Weaver
By: Nivalia Date: March 18, 2018, 8:20 pm
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Meanwhile, all the way back at the inn, Nivalia shutters herself
awake. It's that feeling of falling one has that's rather
startling. Wiping off the drool from her face, she stretches
from the chair and slowly walks outside. It's quiet, the
commotion from before long passed. But where did they all go?
The changeling perks her nose up and sniffs the air. It's feint,
but there are scents she's familiar with. A general direction is
all that's needed. With a pace of somepony who really isn't in a
rush, she'll get to wherever she's going... eventually.
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Re: Weaver
By: Tinder Date: March 20, 2018, 10:01 pm
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She's always had trouble focusing, so when everything around
Tinder turns into a mess she freezes for a moment, trying to get
her bearing. With no magic and only a knife to her name her
options are severely limited. Her mind rushing to find a plan of
action before her body takes over, pure instinct kicking in. A
plan that may seem stupid to most makes only sense to her in the
moment, as she rushes at the griffon on Thunder. The knife in
her teeth out to strike anything it comes near as she tackles
the griffon, needing to loosen its grip on the stallion.
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Re: Weaver
By: Broadshield Date: March 21, 2018, 6:34 am
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Broadshield easily dodges the first arrow sent flying his way,
continuing his charge against the archer, the blade just barely
nicking the Pegasus. Both he and the pony exchange blows, knife
against arrow, each attack parrying the other leaving them in a
stalemate. Rearing back he continues his pursuit, dodging arrows
and energy blasts all around him. He watched his opponent dive
and shoot upwards, towards him but not really trying to hit.
Following suit, he folded his wings in and rolled towards the
ground where his attacker too had landed. Hitting the ground
with a grunt, he rolls up out of the way of the net which he
failed to notice, towards where she took cover into an immediate
attack with his knife out, knife in a wide swing intended to
stab his attacker anywhere in the chest or neck.
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Re: Weaver
By: Onyx Lotus Date: March 22, 2018, 7:16 pm
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Nyx lowered the bow to follow the pegasus as she dived, but lost
sight of her as she took cover. The bow and arrow vanished as
quickly as they appeared, and Nyx paused for a moment just to
take stock of the situation. Before she could really locate all
of the group's opponents, however, a certain wingless-yet-flying
stallion soared over her, headed towards the ground and a most
likely painful landing, particularly with all the detritus the
armored stallion had kicked up lying about. Thinking fast, Nyx
crafted an enormous mostly-golden pillow and dropped it beneath
the falling unicorn. Though it was only made of energy, PLO
would find that it felt exactly the same as its more traditional
counterpart, padding his fall and causing him to stop a couple
feet from the ground.
That's when Nyx noticed the pink tinge along one side of the
pillow, and as she briefly panicked, the pillow then vanished
and dropped the unicorn it had caught rather unceremoniously on
the ground, albeit with much less force than if he had fallen
without being stopped at all. "Sorry!" Nyx yelled over the
chaos. She took a couple steps back, examining the various
fights. There didn't seem to be a way for Nyx to help any of her
allies from a distance, not without risking hitting them instead
of their attackers. So Nyx merely waited and watched, ready to
conjure any needed defenses.
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Re: Weaver
By: Faded Glory Date: March 23, 2018, 11:05 pm
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Glory isn't ready for the griffin to simply ignore her shot,
and, unprepared as she is for close combat, leaves herself open
to the follow up attack. Thunder steps in just in time, allowing
Glory to recover while he attempts to attack the griffin. As
close as this fight is, and with how poorly Thunder's assault is
going, Glory can't afford to back off long enough to reload, and
instead takes the few moments afforded to stow her pistols back
into her belt. She is just starting to move in to assist the
pegasus when a handful of small sharp objects are hurled
directly at her face, and Glory is forced to reel back and
protect her eyes with a hoof. The caltrops don't do much damage
on their own, giving Glory just a few nicks but serving there
purpose to keep her out of the fight for a few seconds longer as
she has to circle around to avoid the area where they fell. At
this point Glory herself is getting frustrated as well, having
been so ineffective in the fight so far due to the ambusher's
tricks. She leaps in as Tinder charges, trying to follow up on
the tackle by going for the griffin's legs in a lunge of her own
meant to trip her up, or pin her to the ground.
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