As a matter of fact, there is a civ- oh wait, that't not a civilian, Cloud. That's an unconscious and bloody Holne.
Sol's flaming fists of fury are blocked by a shield, which is promptly bashed right back into his nose. The other couple of Fey circle around and surround him.
Ruskalt turns his horned head to Gene, speaking in a very flat tone. "I am exultant."
The frost ray distracts the axe bro long enough for him to be slashed across the chest by Saber. He's not done yet, though, as his axe is now drunkenly swinging at Saber.
Fen's carving right through the horde, but there's just so many of them. For every one she kills, another rises out of the sea.
The cracks in the sky widen.
edited 25th Apr '15 8:42:39 PM by ramuf
-Turambar may not have the raw power of Sol, but unlike him, he is very refined, and very disciplined-
-Every strike is aimed at a vital point, even if it takes him longer to kill one-
-Every Fey he attacks is a chosen target-
-He looks to see how well the guard's discipline is holding-
edited 25th Apr '15 8:43:42 PM by ThanatoSeraph
(blown back)
(well this isn't good)
You telling me I have to actually try? Heh, alright.
(his sword glows red, burning through the bandages that were covering it and revealing itself; a rectangular, blunt object that's searing red with heat; the Fireseal)
(he pounds it into the ground, and an explosion seems to engulf him and are about to engulf the surrounding Fey)
edited 25th Apr '15 8:47:31 PM by LatverianBadger
"Shake the dust." - Anis MojganiExultant, are we? Hah! Well, mongrel! Your mood shall sour soon enough!
-says the Sumerian King who comes out of nowhere to stab Ruskalt in the stabby spot-
-he is shirtless and has a chain wrapped around his arm-
-behold, the true purpose of the lower half of armor-
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Holne's healed, but he's not waking up. He must have hit his head or something like that. Either way, he's going to live.
The guards' discipline is holding magnificently. This is their home, and they are not going to desert it. Their strong resolve isn't stopping them from dying, though.
The Fey around Sol aren't idiots, so they get out of there before they're immolated. Hopefully. They're kinda slow.
The axe guy is blocked and stumbles backwards a bit.
Ruskalt turns away from Gene. "To you, yes. We are retaking our investment." Then he's stabbed, and grunts loudly. Gross, icky sap seeps out of the wound. "Coward."
The cracks in the sky aren't doing much yet.
edited 25th Apr '15 8:59:03 PM by ramuf
The axe guy is impaled, and dies. His body slumps over with the sword still stuck in him.
That one Fey is clotheslined so hard that he dies. The rest aren't enthusiastic about meeting the same fate and run out to their friends. Safety in numbers, and all that.
The guards try to do that, but they're not having much success on their own. They're too outnumbered to push the Fey anywhere.
Holne sits there being a lump.
"You are too much of a weakling to fight a foe who can hit you back."
A particularly dexterous Fey grabs one of Fen's swords and lobs it back at her.
edited 25th Apr '15 9:07:19 PM by ramuf

(Looks at Gene.) ...Who are you?
dead devotion