|
|
Post by Aaron Grimior on Jun 23, 2014 23:23:48 GMT -6
 THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE
ALWAYS EARNED Aaron walked through the once again crowded market of Aster. The summer was fast approaching so the once vacant streets now were filled with people all trying to catch up from the harsh winter. Aaron himself had come out to the shops again but this time for food instead of supplies for a journey. He sighed looking at the bag of food. Shi and he had decided they wouldn’t leave for Domhan Tir just yet. She wasn’t feeling up to the trip. So that meant Aaron had to get food for them instead of travelling supplies. He also needed a job for the time being. He had plenty of money but he didn’t want to be left unprepared.
He was on his way back to the inn after getting the food. He thought it might be a good idea to ask the innkeeper if he might be able to work there for a while. It wouldn’t be too difficult and he could save up more money. Maybe he’d be able to learn safe routes across the Hrystic lands into Domhan Tir. The winter was over and that meant new threats arising from the wilds. It would be easier to hire an escort but also more costly. Aaron didn’t want anyone to bother Shi so he would have to do his best to keep her safe on the long trip to the other nation. As his thoughts turned from the inn back to Shi, he heard sounds he didn’t think he would hear outside of Aquavia. The sounds of energy weapons being discharged.
| NOTES
fighting to come next |
|
|
|
|
Post by Sylas Sage on Jun 24, 2014 21:41:56 GMT -6
Sylas walked down the busy roads of Aster with bearing yet a relaxed cool about him. As was his custom. He looked down, ignoring the racket of the many Hrystic natives that ran about the market place like chickens without heads. As usual, he wasn't in a completely sober state, though it was wearing off quickly. Drinking in the day was not commonplace, but his mind has turned its back on him recently, so the consumption increased.
His mind wandered. He came to a halt at the realization that he hasn't done much of anything lately. No practice, no physical activity. He even took days off work. "The hell am i doing?" He asked himself quietly. The young man was acting like a lost pup. And the thought angered him.
Sylas leaned against a wall of a stone establishment and looked up at the people of Aster for the first time in a long time. He scanned each one of them, analyzing. To Sylas, they were all just people. They meant nothing to him as he meant nothing to them. But.. his father and brother put their lives on the line for these people. The latter losing his for them. It began to bother him. His father would want him out there, in the army, in the city guard, finishing the Knight Academy. DOING something for Hryst. And instead? He slowly was becoming family of the lowest people of Hryst. Drunks, dead beats.
"That's not the way a Knight should act!" His father would say. Being a Knight meant carrying yourself with honor, integrity, and respect. He would disapprove of Sylas' recent behavior.
The young man lifted his arm to touch the handle of his father's sword and scoffed. Not at his thoughts, but at himself.
He had to do something.. something. But his thoughts were shattered when he heard a strange noise. He lifted an ear and waited. It happened again. Urgent chatter began spreading among the crowd, some running away.
"What is that?" the young man asked himself. The sound was other worldly and apparently uncommon in these parts as people seemed panicked. Without a second thought the young man ran into the direction opposite the direction of the people. Toward the strange sounds. Whatever it was, it wasn't good.
|
|
|
|
Post by Aaron Grimior on Jun 24, 2014 22:18:05 GMT -6
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE
ALWAYS EARNED Aaron ducked down into a store across from where the energy weapons were being discharged. He peeked around the corner to see bandits running out of the shop carrying the weapons, all of different varying sizes. They all had blue cores which glowed slightly and fire out light blue laser which burn flesh and cut through metal. As Aaron watched, several guards ran over only to be blasted by the bandits, metal melting and seriously burning the flesh underneath. He kept his eyes away from the injured guards and on the weapons. He was only going to get about one shot to disable some of the weapons. If he aimed right, he’d be able to overload one which might cause a chain reaction. But, as he watched more bandits poured out. It wasn’t going to be easy.
As he watched the bandits, he saw another figure running out into the fray, Sylas. He shook his head at the dark haired swordsman. He wasn’t sure whether it was bravery or foolhardiness which caused him to jump in but he knew Sylas wouldn’t be able to fight them alone. Which meant, he really have no other choice. Checking the barrel of his weapon to make sure it was loaded, Aaron rounded the corner and faced the bandits. They noticed him and started to attack. He ducked to the right and concentrated. He felt time slow down and watched the bandits’ movements as they targeted him.
His hand flashed up pulling his weapon to bear faster than the eye can see and he fired off a round aimed at one of the weapons. The bullet found its mark as Aaron ducked behind some crates. The weapon exploded in a blue mist blasting the bandit’s arms apart. He screamed in pain and fell back on the ground. The explosion also set off two other weapons which caused similar injuries to their users. Aaron looked back to see that only a few were injured and cursed slightly. This wasn’t going to be an easy fight.
| NOTES
let's get this started |
|
|
|
|
Post by Sylas Sage on Jun 24, 2014 23:11:47 GMT -6
The calm feeling of the drinks was long faded away and for the first time Sylas was actually sober. He dashed into the fray. Impulsive, yes. But with the thought of his father still lingering in his mind, he swore he was going to do something to help for a change. Through the crowd of rushing people he finally spotted where the sound came from. A large group of bandits leaving a shop wielding strange firearms. Firearms that displayed a strange power source. What looked like a glowing orb of light. "What the hell?" the young swordsman asked himself. It definitely wasn't a Hrystic weapon. Which meant these bandits were outsiders.
Sylas noticed the city guard arrive. For a second, his heart jumped with excitement. Maybe he'd see his brother. But that was impossible.. As the guard prepared to attack, the foreign weapons showed their true, and terrible power. One bandit fired at the guard and the azure energy that escaped its barrel burned through solid steel and seared the flesh of a guard. Another was shot, and another.
A burning hatred exploded to life inside Sylas.. Any feeling to Sylas was strange and not welcome, but he couldn't shake it. Bandits took the life of his brother. He would NOT let bandits take the lives of any others.
The crack of a bullet fired cut through the air, and in seconds, the arms of three bandits were blown in a mess of blood and flesh. Sylas' reflexes jerked his head over to the source and found a familiar face. The face of the Aquavian swordsman, Aaron, firing a round from his foreign engineered blade. Sylas wasn't alone. And that thought comforted him as more and more bandits poured into the marketplace.
Sylas nodded to the man and let his anger linger inside. "I'm not washing it down, not this time." He said to himself. His eyes narrowed, eyebrows lowering as he focused on his target, a panicked bandit who had just had watched partners arm blown to shreds. The young swordsman broke into a dash, one hand on his blade, he was willing to do anything to protect these guards, who now all looked like the man Sylas once called brother.
And when the sound of his blade leaving its sheathe filled his ears, and the sunlight reflected from its perfectly polished steel, a strange sensation washed over Sylas. A familiar power surged through his veins and brought new strength in its wake. His dash sped up and the young man held his mighty companion extended at his side. The thrill of battle motivated him, and the blood of the Knight willed him on. With a wild yell he swung his arm with all his might in a perfectly aimed upward slash, aiming at the arms of a man assaulting a guard.
Bandits would not claim anyone else. Not while he could do something to stop it.
|
|
|
|
Post by Aaron Grimior on Jun 25, 2014 10:06:50 GMT -6
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE
ALWAYS EARNED Aaron watched Sylas attack the bandits. He jumped back out into the fight looking more to disarm the bandits than to kill them. What Sylas did was his own business but Aaron knew these bandits didn’t get the weapons easily. And he wanted to know how they did. He charged at the men and ducked as they fired at him. His sword swung up knocking the guns from their hands. He spun low sweeping his leg out to catch their ankles sending the two of them falling on their backs. He barely had enough time to roll to his right as a blast hit the ground right where he had been. The gravel buckled and sizzled from the blast.
Aaron sprung forward from his crouched position to tackle another two bandits. They fell back with him but held onto the weapons. The three crashed to the ground. Aaron jumped back onto his feet and turned to slice at another bandit’s ankle. He screamed in pain as the blade slid right through the flesh and bone. He fell back onto the other two, his gun firing wildly and hitting a support for an awning. Aaron jumped back as the awning crashed on top of the three. He turned back to the fight but wasn’t fast enough to dodge another blast which hit him in the side. He fell to the ground and coughed a bit feeling the flesh burn. He grabbed it gently to feel it had cauterized so he didn’t have to worry about bleeding out. He looked up at another bandit who had his weapon pointed at him. So much for being careful.
| NOTES
six bandits out, two unarmed, 22 more to go |
|
|
|
|
Post by Sylas Sage on Jun 25, 2014 21:39:37 GMT -6
Sylas' slash struck home and delivered a clean slice, cutting the hands of the bandit that threatened a guard. No longer would he use those murderous things to steal,kill, and defile. He leaned forward after delivering the strike, kicking the panicking, hand-less man to the ground. The swordsman then dashed forward again, rushing another bandit mid-shot and pushing him into his buddy.
Their was a mysterious feeling growing inside the Sylas. Something strange was pouring through his veins. He felt it, and he knew exactly what it was. Half the reason he worked so hard to keep his emotions in check. And now? He embraced it. Dormant power awoke in his body, and crawled under his skin. His body tingled. He couldn't compress it. So he let it go. From the fingertips of his empty hand, small arcs of electricity jumped between his fingers and over his knuckles. What started as a small hum, turned into a violent cackling. The sapphire bolts spiraled up the length of his arm at a high frequency. The light emitting from it would be blinding if it wasn't broad daylight.
Sylas fought hard to keep it limited to his arm, but his rage had something else in mind. A bandit swooped in close and grabbed Sylas by the shoulder. The young swordsman would grab the man's arm, kick him back then dash toward the man, power hand outstretched. He grabbed the bandit by the chest and discharged the electric current into his body. The man seized, then fell.
'I can't.. control it' He thought to himself. His body yearned for more power. A consequence of keeping it in for so long. But something snapped his mind back to reality. He remembered why he was here, and he remembered he wasn't alone. Kicking one more bandit in the abdomen, then delivering a power-filled uppercut to his face, he looked over to the Aquavian swordsman, Aaron.
The man was holding his own, but barely. 'I have to help him' the young man thought to himself. He began to run to offer assistance when something hit him. Once in the leg, and once in the shoulder. "Shit." he said between clenched teeth. The shot to the leg toppled his balance and Sylas fell to the gravel grabbing the wound. He'd been shot, with that strange energy. And it burned like hell. He'd faced worse, but damn did that hurt. Sylas struggled to his feet but got rushed by another bandit that tackled to the ground. Sylas' eyes moved to Aaron for assistance, but was surprised to see the man on the ground, in pain and being held at gun point.
"Shit, Aaron." He called out, but the man could not hear him. Sylas felt panic then. He had to help his friend. Or bandits would once again claim one he cares about. The bandit was heavy and Sylas fought under his weight. "Get the fuck off me!" He yelled and pushed electricity into the man's veins. Sylas stumbled, then got to his feet and outstretched his arm. His shoulder hurt like hell but every second counted and he couldn't waste anymore time. He willed his energy forward and it tore through the atmosphere leaving powerful thunder in its wake. It collided with the bandit threatening Aaron and forced him back through the wall of a wooden shop.
Sylas outstretched his hand to Aaron. "You okay, brother?" he asked the man between his panting. If the man grabbed it, he would pull him up to his feet to continue the fight with the foreign crooks.
|
|
|
|
Post by Aaron Grimior on Jun 25, 2014 22:16:53 GMT -6
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE
ALWAYS EARNED Aaron’s face turned surprised when Sylas started shooting electricity. The bandit that had been in front of him was now feet away and writhing from the shocks. He took the man’s hand and stood back up. Seems like he’d been hit too by the weapons. His ankle and shoulder had been hit, the flesh red and burnt. He was about to thank him when another bandit came out of the shop. He didn’t have a gun though. Instead, in his hands was a large sword with a curved blade. He pressed a button on the side and the curved edge glowed blue and hummed to life. Aaron glared a bit ignoring the pain in his side.
“I suggest you help the guards. That sword is meant for slicing through steel.” He looked at Sylas. “I’m sure you don’t want your father’s sword sliced in half.” He held his up ready to fight. The guards that hadn’t been severely injured in the first wave were off to the side firing bullets at the bandits. They’d managed to take out a few but the bandits were moving closer to them. It wouldn’t take long for them to reach the guards and slaughter them all. Aaron held his sword up at the ready to fight this newcomer.
“I owe you a drink after this Sylas.” He glance back at the man and flashed a quick smirk. “So don’t die before I can give it to you.” He did owe the man. He’d saved his life. If that blast of electricity hadn’t hit the bandit, Aaron would be a pile of mush on the ground. Not the greatest image. Thank Dym for having someone there to save you. He was just glad he could rely on Sylas. He hoped the man felt the same way for him.
| NOTES
I just had to mention Dym, I'm gona not worry about the count of bandits anymore, however many we kill/disarm will be enough xD |
|
|
|
|
Post by Sylas Sage on Jun 26, 2014 22:33:10 GMT -6
Sylas smirked at Aarons comment. Sylas wasn't worried about dying at all. All he felt now was rage. Rage and bliss. This is where he belonged. On the frontlines, fighting, protecting people. It's what his father would have wanted for him. The city guard formed a firing line of about five men. They fired rounds at the bandits but those energy fire arms were faster and much more devastating. The wounded guards were dragged to safety by others. This was bad..
Sylas sprang back into action, holding his father's sword with the point facing a bandit who had his back to him. With a yell, the swordsman ran the blade cleanly through the bandit's leg, who howled in pain. Sylas would then rip the blade out and slam the hilt of his sword into the temple of one bandit, rendering him unconscious. He then leaped to grab the arm of another who swung a punch at him. Sylas would spartan kick the man in the abdomen before reaching for his face with a hand brought to life with the wrath of the storm. But there were still too many.. too many casualties, too many bandits. This is what they did. They teamed up on the weak and beat them. Beat and murder them. Sylas clenched his teeth. Anger, vicious anger creeped into his heart. This is what they did to his brother.
Sylas' heart raced to speeds a normal heart could not. His entire body tingled. And his eyes changed from their neutral onyx to vibrant emerald. The eyes he shared with his goddess. Sheathing his sword, he used both his arms to bring wrathful spirals of electricity to life. This was only the second time his gift showed its terrible face, and the young man fought for control, for the energy and anger threatened to over power him. He charged two bandits at once, grabbing their heads and smashing them together, electrocuting them both at once.
However, in his fit, he didn't notice that those were the last two bandits threatening the guards. His job was finished.He then turned to look at Aaron, who took on a bandit armed with a blade. In his mind, he hoped that Aaron didn't carry his sword for appearances.
Anticipation replaced some of the anger. Would he loose someone else?
|
|
|
|
Post by Aaron Grimior on Jun 27, 2014 18:51:09 GMT -6
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE
ALWAYS EARNED Aaron kept his attention on the sword wielder. His face seemed to mocking him and egging him to attack. Aaron never averted his gaze as he kicked off from his position and flying toward the man. As the distance between them closed, six other bandits appeared from behind him, all wielding more guns. Aaron swung his sword horizontally at the swordsman only to have his attack blocked. The man swung his sword back to counter but Aaron was able to just barely block his attack. He knocked the bandit’s sword away from him and slid back on the gravel. The others raised their guns to fire at him. Aaron quickly brought his weapon up and fired a round off which sailed straight through the kneecap of one of the bandits. He screamed and fell while the others opened fire.
Aaron leapt to the side to avoid the blasts while the swordsman charged at him. His sword came down toward Aaron’s head. Aaron spun to the side and swung his sword around to come back with another attack. The bandit blocked once again and countered. The two exchanged quick attacks. Aaron realized that this must be the leader, he was much more skilled than his cronies. But Aaron didn’t have time to waste. He spun low sweeping out his leg to catch the swordsman’s ankles sending him toppling backward.
Aaron dodged to the left as the others fired upon him. He didn’t want to use his gift again so quickly after using it the first time. But it was looking like he didn’t have much of a choice. He allowed the concentration to once again come over him and quickly pulled his weapon up to fire. Aim low. He fired but the bullet went instead into one of the bandits’ shoulder. He screamed grabbing the injury. Aaron quickly turned to fire another shot off at another weapon causing it to explode. His gift had run out after the first shot and he wasn’t fast enough to dodge a blast from another bandit. It hit him square in the chest.
He coughed roughly as he slid backward, just barely able to stay on his feet. His chest burned along with the injury to his side. He needed to end the fight soon or he’d be a goner. He fired off two more rounds which landed in one bandit’s stomach and another’s thigh. Aaron’s vision was getting blurry and he had barely any time to react to the swordsman coming at him again. He brought his sword up to block another attack and attempt to deliver one of his own. As his sword swung out, he fired off another shot toward the last two only to have it miss. He didn’t notice the miss though as the swordsman kicked him in the jaw.
He fell back feeling the exhaustion of his injuries and his use of his gift. The swordsman looked down at Aaron with smug satisfaction. Aaron returned the smirk. He wasn’t about to go down. Using what energy he had left, he again used his gift to bring his fists up into the man’s gut and jaw. The man was surprised enough to drop his sword which Aaron grabbed and swung down then up to cleanly cut his hands off. The bandit fell back screaming at his hands that landed on the gravel. Aaron fell to his knees losing his sight and feeling his body begin to shut down. He didn’t even think about the two remaining bandits not realizing that Sylas had already taken care of them.
Aaron’s face hit the gravel though he couldn’t feel it. All he felt was cold. His consciousness slipped away while his breathing came in quick gasps and his heartbeat was erratic but he was alive. He wasn’t about to go down. He was a fighter. Even when weak.
| NOTES
Aaron needs a hospital |
|
|
|
|
Post by Sylas Sage on Jul 4, 2014 13:29:33 GMT -6
The bandit swordsmans hands hit the gravel, lifeless. What an amazing gift that Aaron had, seeming to slow time as he delivered devastating blows. But all was not well. Aaron his the ground, slipping from reality. "Shit, Aaron!" Sylas called out. Genuine worry crept into his being.
He ran, charging energy into a punch to finish the handless man that was freaking out at the moment, knocking him down on his face. The rage in him then subsided. He knelt down beside the Aquavian swordsman. Still, breathing, but barely. "Wake up, man" Sylas said smacking the man lightly in the face. "Wake up!" he said smacking him again. "Mother fucker." The young man began to panic. "Do any of you guards have medic credentials?" The guards looked among each other but none stepped up. 'where's the closest hospital?' the young man asked himself as if trying to remember. He looked over to Aaron. A large spot on his chest of burnt flesh,coupled with exhaustion.
He felt a hopelessness growing inside of him. "We need to get this man to a hospital, now." He looked to the guards. His tone was commanding, but he had no authority over these men. They looked at each other in confusion. "Now!" Sylas commanded, and a couple men rushed forward to pick up the unconscious Aaron and carry him away.
Sylas' head throbbed. He moved a hand to the side of his head, cringing. The use of his ability did a number on him. He must have taken damage in that fight but in his fury he must have ignored it. He remembered the shots to his shoulder and ankle. Maybe he should visit the hospital as well.
|
|
