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Post by Abaddon on Aug 26, 2005 11:47:42 GMT -5
Ooc: Is this even one of your characters?
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Trent looked to the woman and looked at her with wide eyes as she screamed for help. He then saw the raiders. One was about to strike. Quickly, but effectively, Trent lunged forward with his katana as it plunged through the raider's stomach. It got back up but Trent finished it off with a quick cut to the head that was now rolling on the ground with a look of surprise on it.
The next one was completely angered though didn't get far when Trinox, Trent's wolf jumped on him and ripped him apart with his claws and fangs.
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WeeZle
Worn Traveler
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Post by WeeZle on Aug 26, 2005 16:32:17 GMT -5
The last brute saw the sudden fall of his companions and decided this was a battle he could not win. He ran in the direction he had come but Saeroth charged into him shoulder first with so much speed that the raiders body was torn in 2wo. The legs continued their escape for a few steps before collapsing and the upper half spun wildly through the air. When Saeroth stood, he was breathing heavily. A strange expression was on his bloody face. The abnormality of it was enhanced by his blue eyes seeming to fill up with black ink, becoming entirely midnight orbs. He smiled an eerie and wry grin.
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Post by TwitCh on Aug 27, 2005 1:46:49 GMT -5
TwitCh walked up to Saer and asked,"You ok? You're lookin a little wierd." While he looked upon the bloodbath from the person he mutilated.
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WeeZle
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Post by WeeZle on Aug 31, 2005 8:46:27 GMT -5
Saeroth's head snapped toward Twitch but he said nothing. his eyes were now entirely filled with the blackness.
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Post by TwitCh on Aug 31, 2005 15:08:24 GMT -5
OOC:((WeeZle, Mrs. Richardson said to tell you she says hi... Idk how she knew i knew you though. Thats pretty wierd.))
IC: TwitCh flinched at the sight, "are you ok??? Your eyes look damaged, I say we find a medic." TwitCh started backed up slowly away from Saeroth while motioning for him to follow.
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Post by Abaddon on Mar 27, 2006 0:33:58 GMT -5
Ooc: Hello. =)
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Trent was beginning to become overwhelmed by the sheer number of enemies surrounding him. He was able to hold them off, though he knew it wouldn't be long until he finally was overcome.
"TwitCh! Get over here!" he yelled out, his voice shaking as he attempted to pick each one off.
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Post by TwitCh on Mar 27, 2006 0:46:12 GMT -5
TwitCh quickly runs over and throws one marauder into a tree, with a branch impaling his neck, blood spurting everywhere. Then runs behind Trent, back to back, almost surrounded, with a few oppurtunities to escape, or attack...
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Post by Abaddon on Apr 5, 2006 20:22:06 GMT -5
Seeing that he was now temporarily free from harm's way, Trent made a hard effort to dash towards an alleyway between the butcher shop and the blacksmith. Within that space were a few children, complete with marauders ready to kill them.
"TwitCh! Come this way!"
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Post by TwitCh on Apr 5, 2006 20:27:19 GMT -5
TwitCh, mercilessly slaughtering all the maurauders that had surrounded Trent and him. He then ran to where Trent was and saw the marauders who claimed to be so tough, surrounding the children. "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THOSE KIDS!" Screamed TwitCh as he lunges towards the nearest maurader, taking him by the arm and smashing his face into a nail that had been sticking out of a wall, kicks him in the face, and waits for Trent to help him with the rest.
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Post by Abaddon on Apr 5, 2006 20:35:15 GMT -5
"Heh. . ."
Trent dropped all of his weapons and held his fists up to the criminals with an extreme sense of confidence. The marauders, brimming with their own cofidence now neared toward Trent.
The first one brought his katana up high and swung down, only to miss Trent. Trent had already sidestepped and gave a massive punch into his enemy's stomach. The marauder grimaced in pain as Trent sent a punch straight to the face, a loud crack and a flop to the ground the result.
After, he didn't waste any time to hold one other marauder in a fortress of a full nelson hold and smashed his opponent's head through the wall of on of the buildings. Trent smiled in satisfaction.
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Post by TwitCh on Apr 5, 2006 20:48:16 GMT -5
TwitCh takes one of the maurauders by suprise, takes his arm back and breaks it in several places, and places a knife at his throat and says: "Who are you all? Where did you come from? Or I shall slit your throat and soak your friends in your blood."
The maurauder responds: "We are the Forfeited Souls from the Northern city, the ones who God gave up on, we are his unwanted children... all part of the same compost heap."
"Thanks." says TwitCh, throwing the man to the ground, "TRENT!!! Take care of this man. I told him I'D let him live, so you can play with him."
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Post by Abaddon on Apr 5, 2006 20:57:31 GMT -5
Trent rolled his eyes. They had no time to waste. He brought his foot slowly to the leader's neck and pushed harder and harder until the leader was gagging. Eventually, he choked to death, blood slowly seeping out of his mouth.
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Post by TwitCh on Apr 5, 2006 21:08:50 GMT -5
"Don't roll your eyes, not even for this pile of waste. If he does not realise he has purpose, than he shall not find, his purpose. He's not worthy of life." replied TwitCh.
"Now, lets find the HQ of these maurauders, and put an end to this terror."
TwitCh then takes care of the children, and puts them into a hospital for safekeeping while Trent and Him search out the rest of the gang.
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Post by Abaddon on Apr 5, 2006 21:18:30 GMT -5
Trent replies with a prominent "RAWR" and runs off into the distance, screaming like a little girl. He then trips and lands flat on his pointy-nosed face. Quickly, he stands back up like nothing had happened and whipped out his katana. He swung it around clumsily, thus losing his left leg.
"OMFG WTF BBQ D00D!" he cries out.
He then dies. =)
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Post by TwitCh on Apr 5, 2006 21:21:06 GMT -5
NUUUUUUUUUUUU "SAID TWITCHHH" WHY DID J00 D13 0N M3H? J00 BASTURD! I'M A FUCK J00 UP. SAIS TWITCH.
I'S THEN SIT ON UR FACE AND PUNCH UR TUMMY ALOT. LIKE IT HURTS YOU.. EVEN THOUGH UR DEAD U CUM LIVE!!! THEN DIE AGAIN BYEBYE
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