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#Post#: 3576--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: PLO Date: March 25, 2018, 9:10 pm
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PLO wonders briefly if the night was a dream up to this point,
from which he wakes upon a glorious golden cushion. Fit for a
prince of his stature, soft as a feather, comfy as all get-
And then nope, it most certainly hasn't been a dream, he finds
as he's dropped to the ground with a shout and a thump. He
groans as he stands, taking a look around at the debris strewn
around. He thinks he hears what might be an apology. He responds
with a grumble that might be a thank you or could just as easily
be a vague threat to the way of life for somepony and their
descendants for 12 generations to come, until his eyes alight
on-
Yes, him. That stallion. The one in armor. Oh, he's going to
pay. Er...which one? He's seeing double...and they're identical.
His anger mounts as he glares at each of them in turn, charging
up another bolt of lightning. Instead of hurling it off, though,
he courses the electricity through his body and, picking one of
the images of the stallion, gallops at full tilt towards it,
yelling his rage in a wordless cry, brilliant yellow bolts
arcing away from him and leaving scorch marks along the
surrounding debris.
#Post#: 3577--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Mana Burn Date: March 25, 2018, 10:08 pm
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Foxtrot’s landing throws the stallions attempts to finish
pulling himself together off, the soft pulse of light that runs
through the inlays at the impact at least being enough for him
to force himself back into a standing position and immediately
start to jump and buck in attempts to remove his passenger.
Seemingly capable of handling the added weight, the stallion
shouts demands for Foxtrot to get off as he jumps and throws his
shoulders into whatever is nearby to try and shake him, the
impacts and his stomping all brightening the inlays at a slow
but steady rate and causing each to carry more force than the
last.
Clearly occupied, the stallion wouldn’t notice PLO’s return to
the fray until he was already going full speed. With a hindered
ability to avoid the oncoming charge due to the encumbrance of
Foxtrot’s piggybacking, he’d be unable to get out of the way and
instead take the hit full on. Because of his armor is would be
like running into a wall and as such the stallion wouldn’t be
moved far but he would get another wonderful jolt of electricity
that would of course arc towards anything still clinging to him
as well. Stealing away his footing this would lead him to being
dropped yet again.
“What is it with you people and electricity!?” he’d cry out in
frustration and pain as he slowly rolled himself over to ready a
lagging attempt to stand.
Meanwhile, the Pegasus would groan at the response she’d heard
from the griffon and swear under her breath. Keeping an eye out
for another pounce she’d avoid the next attack from Broadshield
as the swing went too wide and missed, instead sticking into the
crate she’d taken as cover with a thunk and be buried several
inches deep into the wood. Reacting, she beat her wings to push
herself backwards and drew yet another arrow in the process. A
mere second later she was several yards away and fired her next
shot aimed downwards at the ground with the impact giving off
the sound of shattering glass as bits bounced up at an angle
towards Broadshield. This would be harmless, but the real threat
would be in the splash of an irritating liquid solution
following the same trajectory. While non-lethal, the solution’s
effect would make itself instantly known if it made contact on
any part of the body.
Itching. An insanely intense itching that would flash over the
contact area and not give any signs of letting up. Heaven forbid
it reach the eyes as it would already be enough to serve as
quite the distraction for anyone trying to hold their own in a
fight.
As for the griffon and the ponies she had been causing trouble
for, she had continued to pin Thunder and turned her head to
check on Glory at the time that Tinder had made her run. Making
contact, Tinder would succeed in removing the griffon’s hold
over the stallion and knock her aside, Thunder coughing and
catching his breath now that he was freed. Using a wing to right
herself and twist away from Tinder she’d narrowly avoid a slash
across the chest before having Glory add herself into the mix
and manage to get tangled up well enough to drag her down to the
ground. Landing on her side with an audible “oof!” she didn’t
stay there long as she shoved herself into a roll that lead to a
kick back to a stand once she had her feet beneath her.
With a defensive slash she’d deny a pursuit and take a step back
with the plan being to re-evaluate her options now that she was
so heavily outnumbered, but this would be cut short by Thunder’s
re-entry into the melee as he landed quite rudely in front of
the two mares who’d helped him in order to once again engage the
griffon himself. As was the case before he was making mistakes
out of anger and the griffon could see it, meaning his efforts
were achieving little and her patience and care taken to not get
surrounded were the only things keeping her retaliation at bay.
It soon became clear however that without help he’d simply end
up right back where he was a second ago but his aggressive
desire to get back at the griffon was causing him to be a hazard
for those who would try to assist as he was not taking their
presence into account.
#Post#: 3579--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Foxtrot Date: March 26, 2018, 10:42 pm
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Despite all of the armored stallions best efforts, Foxtrot still
clung like a magnet. He only spent enough energy to hang on; the
rest was being charged. He had been building up one final surge
to channel through the rebar still in tow. PLOs impact with them
gave the agent much needed time; but the foreign electrical
charge easily coursed through the metal pole and into the
stallion. A surge of pain strikes for just a moment, but the
other consciousness in his head worries about much more.
'Fox! We can't discharge our magic! That current went through
our body and affected your heartbe-'
*Clank!*
The one end of rebar is pocketed between some grooves between
the armor plating. Foxtrot's hoof lights up as sparks start to
travel down the stick. He looks over to his opponent to answer
his question, "Because they have the most shocking results!"
'FOX! NO!'[/I]
In a bright flash and deafening pop, what looks like pure
lightning erupts from the rebar in all directions. One bolt
punches a hole in the ceiling, others fly across the room. Most
are directed between the armored stallion and Foxtrot. Within
the blink of an eye, the unicorn is sent flying across the barn,
slamming into a wall with a thump. The rebar itself was heated
to such high temperatures, what remained was a smoking slump
still glued to the armor. Foxtrot is out cold, his heartbeat
still.
[i]'Damn it! I should have enough charge to...' The construct
gathers whatever little magic the two have left and directs it
through his body towards the station's heart. The body shudders
as it tries to self defibrillate. No good. It happens again.
This time, there's a pulse, but it's uneven. The second
consciousness takes over. Foxtrot's eyes open, pupils following
white as the stallion struggles to lift a hoof. His voice sounds
the same, yet artificial, like if spoken by a computer. "Just
need... hoof onto... heart..." Sparks gather at his hoof. One
concentrated shock through that is all that's needed. His hoof
slowly lifts, but drops back down, he's too physically weakened
to even move.
#Post#: 3580--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Broadshield Date: March 27, 2018, 7:17 am
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Broadshield's knife swung wide and missed his target, embedding
itself deep into the wood of the crate. Impossible to pull out
in the middle of combat. It didn't matter to Broadshield, he
could still kill without a weapon. He stared at the knife for
only a second, but looked back to his target and saw she was
several yards away, letting another arrow fly. Dropping down low
to dodge it, and unknowingly a stray bolt of lighting, he didn't
realize until it shattered on the ground of his mistake. Using
his wing to shield his body and face, he felt the splash of
liquid and the small shrapnel impact his sensitive wings. He had
been shot several times during his career, the wounds on his
body a testament to that. More than anything he constantly tried
to protect his wing from any damage, as they were not only the
most important part of a pegasus, and a soldier, but they were
also a point of low pain resistance, so any sort of damage could
be crippling.
Drawing his wing away, he flashed a grin at the pegasus, "You
really think that will sto-" he manages to say before he feels
the tingling, before the feeling explodes all over his wing. A
horrible itch on an incredibly sensitive part. Not a good
combination. The pain he was experiencing now would be almost
comparable to various interrogation training and torture
situations he had been unfortunate enough to find himself in in
the past. "RAAAAAHHHH!!!" he lets out an almost blood-curdling
scream, banging his wing against the floor, violently scraping
it on any sort of rough surface to relieve the itch. He didn't
realize of course that to anyone else this formula would simply
cause severe itching, but to him having it splash over a
sensitive spot, it may as well have been acid. He continued to
scratch at his wing using objects around him and his hooves, his
wings at this point now turning into a bloody, molted mess. What
was once vibrant maroon feathers, preened to present, was now a
blood-stained mess of feathers, fur, wood chips, dirt, and a bit
of exposed bone. The itch was now manageable, but it had come at
a horrible cost. Broadshield stared down the pegasus, sweat
plastered his face, turning his hair into a mop, covering one of
his eyes, with a a glare fueled by pure anger, pain, and
loathing that would make Tirek uneasy, and he growled "What...
have... you... done!?" he says between pained breaths. "I'LL RIP
YOUR F****** WING OFF FOR THAT!" he screams, now immediately
charging her, uncaring of what happens next.
#Post#: 3581--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Onyx Lotus Date: March 27, 2018, 12:34 pm
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Nyx watched everything warily, her eyes widening as the armored
stallion was thrown across the room. Seeing how weak Foxtrot
seemed to be, she was about to head over to him and see what she
could do to help, when a scream echoed across the barn, and her
eyes fell on Broadshield and his wings. Blanching at his
screamed threat towards the archer, Nyx sprinted over. As she
ran, her horn glowed and a protective dome dropped over
Broadshield's quarry before the enraged stallion could get to
her. If Broadshield didn't stop and ran into it, it would give
slightly to minimize damage, but it still wouldn't be a
comfortable collision.
"STOP!" She yelled as she ran. "NOPONY IS RIPPING ANYONE'S WINGS
OFF!" Nyx was sure they could end this fight with minimal
bloodshed. It seemed the enemy stallion was probably out for the
count, maybe they could get his allies to surrender? No more
harm had to be done. She reached Broadshield and the (hopefully)
trapped archer."Calm down," she ordered the maroon stallion in a
steely voice, and started crafting soft energy towels and trying
to gently hold them against Boradshield's wings to slow the
bleeding.
#Post#: 3582--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Faded Glory Date: April 1, 2018, 8:58 pm
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Glory clutches at the griffin's legs as best she can, but can't
keep a firm hold amid the jumble of other ponies. She springs to
her hooves, ready to leap in again at the first sign of an
opening but is warded off by the griffin's quick slash. Then
Thunder re-enters the fight and all hell breaks loose in the
barn. Glory is forced to dive for cover as a flash of lightning
sizzles past her, the mare taking her attention off the
immediate threat to see just what is going on elsewhere. The
armored stallion appears to be the source, or perhaps the focal
point, of the lightning, and Foxtrot lies nearby, unmoving.
Elsewhere, Nyx seems to have captured the archer, and is
attempting to hold Broadshield off from her. Glory looks back at
the griffin, who is once again easily dealing with Thunder.
There's little chance of her getting into the fray herself with
the stallion's disregard for everything else around him. She's
torn between helping Thunder end the fight and going to check on
Foxtrot, and hesitates for a few moments. In the end, her
concern wins out, and she turns to run over to the collapsed
stallion. She reaches him in time to see him try to do...
something, with that weird magic of his. Looks like touch his
hoof to his chest? She's a little wary of touching him given the
sparks flying off his hoof, but she only hesitates for a moment
before pressing his hoof against his chest.
#Post#: 3583--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Nivalia Date: April 1, 2018, 10:04 pm
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It wouldn't take long for Nivalia to spot the lightning bolt
pierce the night sky. Safe to assume that's where everyone is.
Looking down, she's glad she made the trip back to grab her
satchel of supplies. She's gonna need it. Still at the casual
pace, the mare continues forward to find the mess that appears
to be going down some distance away.
#Post#: 3584--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: PLO Date: April 2, 2018, 12:12 pm
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PLO crashes into his target, having properly identified it
amidst the other wobbly copies his eyes and mind were reporting
to him. The armor covering it is precisely as weak and fragile
as he wanted it to be, and the impact sees him bouncing
triumphantly back to fall into a victorious heap on the floor.
"All...according to...plan*," he mumbles, lifting his head. Now
if only the room would stop its celebratory spinning and
jubilant oscillating...
Then a bolt of electricity strikes him dead on, re-invigorating
him. He lets out a booming laugh and leaps to his hooves, then
falls over again with a loud groan as the merry-go-room hikes up
in speed. "Cease this contraption...I wish to get off..."
*Translator's note: Plan means plan
#Post#: 3585--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Mana Burn Date: April 2, 2018, 9:18 pm
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The Pegasus was surprised by the extreme reaction being
displayed by Broadshield. He must have had some kind of odd
allergy as this was not the intended result, but it mattered
little to her. If he was going to mangle his own wings over it
then that was his problem and it would only make avoiding him a
lot easier as now she intended to simply take back to the air
and watch him scurry about on the ground. Unfortunately, she
would get distracted by the light show nearby and have her
escape be hindered by the bubble that would limit her ability to
fly and kept her stuck in place. Momentarily throwing her
attention towards Onyx, she would fix her focus back on the
upset Pegasus near her in case the bubble dropped to be best
prepared for a swift flight.
“What about now?!” she’d plead a second time at the sight of the
stallion being given an impressive shock and then collapsing to
the ground. It was clear that he was out of the fight as he
wasn’t moving and showed no signs of trying, though the full
extent of the damage couldn’t be determined unless someone took
the time to check on him.
The griffin, obviously taking note of the lightning and being
none too pleased over having one of her people downed and the
other stuck in a bubble, figured that this wasn’t working. On
top of this the lightning now ran the risk of drawing legitimate
attention from outside which would be a problem should they
stumble upon this little skirmish.
Dodging another rushed and angry swipe of Thunder’s wing blades
and delivering a quick jab to his throat to occupy him with a
lengthy coughing fit, she’d carry herself with her wings up and
onto some of the now piles of rubble and destroyed things in the
barn then pounce down the opposite side. There she landed atop
Mana Burn, still unconscious and oblivious to everything going
on around him. Grabbing his horn again, she ducked down and
jerked his head up enough to muddy up the clarity of any shots
taken at her as well as slip her swords edge under his jaw and
against the neck. This was easily enough to repel any further
charges from Thunder at least as he froze at the sight and could
only glare daggers.
“You! Red unicorn!” she spoke, tone indicating demands to follow
as she started with Onyx and her corner of the barn, “drop the
bubble and keep Wingless over there from mauling anyone! Waovumk
kraa!” that last bit was apparently something for the Pegasus to
understand as she reacted to it by instantly switching out her
current arrow with one that boasted a clearly dangerous tip,
serrated and nocked in preparation for things going further
sideways.
“Now I’m hoping to have ourselves a little talk,” the griffin
continued, “but there’s a problem. See, all these weapons are
making my adrenaline spike and its giving me the jitters. How’s
about we drop some before my wrist slips? Especially you,
Slinger,” her eyes flicked over towards Glory tending to
Foxtrot, “Both. As far as you can throw them. And don’t anyone
try and get crafty…” with a slight adjustment of her swords
angle a small trickle of red ran out from beneath, a warning of
how quickly and easily she could cause serious harm to Mana.
Mana winced out of reflex and then let out a loud snore and
mumbled something about benitoite.
#Post#: 3588--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Foxtrot Date: April 4, 2018, 4:38 pm
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Once Foxtrot's other consciousness feels his hoof on his chest,
it vibrates as a pulse enters his heart. The stallion coughs and
rolls onto his side, voice still sounding somewhat artificial.
"T- thanks. I'm good, j-" He coughs for a moment before finally
steadying his breathing, "Catch my breath." By the time he gets
up, his glowing eyes scan the situation the group now find
themselves in. A hostage situation. His magical reserves are
temporarily depleted. All he can do is play along. Getting his
bearings, the hole in the roof actually comes as a surprise.
Even more so when a dark figure swiftly and silently flies past
it. Intent to keep the griffins attention to them, he trots, or
rather hobbles over a few steps. "If you wanted to talk, you
know you could've just started out with that? What do you even
want?"
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