It was the second qualifying fight and I stood on the sands with Jim, Derek, and Raphael, facing the other team, which stood in a two-by-two formation. They had an Asian theme going on, with a huge guy who was some kind of ogre and wielding a long iron mace, a lion dog sort of creature, a thin-lipped redheaded woman with a yumi, and a man I couldn't see very well as he was all the way in the back. The Killers.
I smile pulled at my lips as I found myself wondering if they were human or dancer.
I was armed with my favorite tactical crossbow and my two SIG-saurs in holsters at on my thighs. My babies were useless while the magic was up, but just in case, I wanted them. Who knew when the tech would return. I could get lucky. Jim and Derek were weaponless and wearing nothing but the cheap gray sweats the Pack bought in bulk. They would grow their weapons when they shifted. Raphael held two knives; one that looked like a tiny samurai sword but straight and one that had a slight leaf shape.
We all stood in a row, relaxed and ready. The two heavies of the Killers leaned forward and the archer began drawing her bow, her feet wide apart, the left side of her body facing her target; Raphael. She raised the yumi above her head and lowered it slowly, drawing as it came down, until the straight line of the arrow crossed just under her cheekbone. I had to admit, she had great form.
A silver spark ignited at the tip of the arrow and ran down the shaft, flaring into white lightning. All very impressive and I was so happy she showed us what she could do.
I just waited with my crossbow loaded and pointed down at my side. I didn't feel like showing them what I could do and I already had my target pinned. The gong would come soon enough and they'd find out.
The gong struck, the archer fired. I snapped my crossbow up and fired while I looked for my next target, my hands automatically reloading the crossbow. Raphael side-stepped the arrow and cut it in two with one of his knifes.
As I was taking my bead on the ogre, the feathers of my bolt bloomed between the redheaded archers eyes and she toppled. The man beside her fell back as if swooning but never hit the ground. He'd be a worry soon, I thought as I fired on the ogre, sending three bolts into his chest and then landing one on his forehead; all of which just seemed to piss him off.
While I was playing ogre pincushion, Jim and Derek took down the lion dog and were just turning to help me deal with the ogre when the swooning man became the big problem.
Magic streamed out of him in strands that knotted together. Light flashed and a creature spilled forth. Ten feet tall, it resembled a human crouching on frog legs. It squatted in the sand, leaning on abnormally long forelimbs, and I could just see the magic ribbons binding its back and legs to the sleeping mage. Its hide shimmered with a metallic sheen, as it the creature were spun from silver wool.
The Arena fell silent.
We backed up. Just to test the waters, I reloaded and sent a bolt into the creature's maw. It vanished and emerged from the aberration's back. The ogre thing danced behind it, stomping the sand.
Then the creature reared slightly, its sallow chest expanded, and it belched a glittering, silvery cloud.
Fine metal needles rained into the sand. One grazed Jim and he snarled. Silver. Oh boy.
We retreated farther and the creature started, slowly and ponderously, chasing us. As we ran, I crouched low to see if I had a visual on the sleeper below the creature but it wasn't much. I needed a clear shot. Running closer to Jim, I called out, "Get me up higher. I can shot him."
Jim nodded and called Derek over, telling him to keep the creature distracted. Then Raphael fell back and joined Jim and we all hit the brakes long enough for them to crouch, grab my legs and then throw me high into the air. I pulled up the crossbow, aimed where I knew the sleeping mage was, waiting until he was revealed beyond the slope of his creation's back, and fired.
Bull's eye!
[OOC: While I am familiar enough with mythology to know Andrea and crew are facing an Oni and a Komainu, Andrea is not and so wouldn't use those words. Likewise, she doesn't know knives and so wouldn't know the same of Raphael's "samurai" knife is a tanto.]
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A few hours later...
Date: 2014-08-01 09:57 pm (UTC)I smile pulled at my lips as I found myself wondering if they were human or dancer.
I was armed with my favorite tactical crossbow and my two SIG-saurs in holsters at on my thighs. My babies were useless while the magic was up, but just in case, I wanted them. Who knew when the tech would return. I could get lucky. Jim and Derek were weaponless and wearing nothing but the cheap gray sweats the Pack bought in bulk. They would grow their weapons when they shifted. Raphael held two knives; one that looked like a tiny samurai sword but straight and one that had a slight leaf shape.
We all stood in a row, relaxed and ready. The two heavies of the Killers leaned forward and the archer began drawing her bow, her feet wide apart, the left side of her body facing her target; Raphael. She raised the yumi above her head and lowered it slowly, drawing as it came down, until the straight line of the arrow crossed just under her cheekbone. I had to admit, she had great form.
A silver spark ignited at the tip of the arrow and ran down the shaft, flaring into white lightning. All very impressive and I was so happy she showed us what she could do.
I just waited with my crossbow loaded and pointed down at my side. I didn't feel like showing them what I could do and I already had my target pinned. The gong would come soon enough and they'd find out.
The gong struck, the archer fired. I snapped my crossbow up and fired while I looked for my next target, my hands automatically reloading the crossbow. Raphael side-stepped the arrow and cut it in two with one of his knifes.
As I was taking my bead on the ogre, the feathers of my bolt bloomed between the redheaded archers eyes and she toppled. The man beside her fell back as if swooning but never hit the ground. He'd be a worry soon, I thought as I fired on the ogre, sending three bolts into his chest and then landing one on his forehead; all of which just seemed to piss him off.
While I was playing ogre pincushion, Jim and Derek took down the lion dog and were just turning to help me deal with the ogre when the swooning man became the big problem.
Magic streamed out of him in strands that knotted together. Light flashed and a creature spilled forth. Ten feet tall, it resembled a human crouching on frog legs. It squatted in the sand, leaning on abnormally long forelimbs, and I could just see the magic ribbons binding its back and legs to the sleeping mage. Its hide shimmered with a metallic sheen, as it the creature were spun from silver wool.
The Arena fell silent.
We backed up. Just to test the waters, I reloaded and sent a bolt into the creature's maw. It vanished and emerged from the aberration's back. The ogre thing danced behind it, stomping the sand.
Then the creature reared slightly, its sallow chest expanded, and it belched a glittering, silvery cloud.
Fine metal needles rained into the sand. One grazed Jim and he snarled. Silver. Oh boy.
We retreated farther and the creature started, slowly and ponderously, chasing us. As we ran, I crouched low to see if I had a visual on the sleeper below the creature but it wasn't much. I needed a clear shot. Running closer to Jim, I called out, "Get me up higher. I can shot him."
Jim nodded and called Derek over, telling him to keep the creature distracted. Then Raphael fell back and joined Jim and we all hit the brakes long enough for them to crouch, grab my legs and then throw me high into the air. I pulled up the crossbow, aimed where I knew the sleeping mage was, waiting until he was revealed beyond the slope of his creation's back, and fired.
Bull's eye!
[OOC: While I am familiar enough with mythology to know Andrea and crew are facing an Oni and a Komainu, Andrea is not and so wouldn't use those words. Likewise, she doesn't know knives and so wouldn't know the same of Raphael's "samurai" knife is a tanto.]