Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Aspel/Siri - COMPLETE!
As the ground began to shake, Aspel dropped down into SteelGuard just in time for it to assist with her keeping balance, along with allowing her to defend against an on coming swing from the monster she’d been facing off - rather unsuccessfully - against thus far. However, that attack, the one that caused the entire ground to shake, and move beneath their feet seemed to catch the beasts attention and Aspel’s eyes went wide.
“I fear you have been mistaken my repulsive compatriot! The challenge you face is here.” And with those words, she’d follow up the taunt with a lunge of her sword. There was something going on here, something within the woman that joined her that seemed familiar, but precisely what it was the smith couldn’t entirely put her finger upon.
“Stay behind me!” She commanded regardless, a barked - yet oddly concerned - order to the caster. If they worked together appropriately, they may just be able to face these beasts down yet.
Aspel was beautiful to watch; blood and destruction radiating from each simple move. Dark, it was so dark inside. However, Siri couldn’t give herself that luxury now of getting lost in those musing, instead obeying without protest the command to stay behind. Better place to cast her spells from.
This angle made the wounds Aspel had put on the Bune rather clear, Siri smiled — the blizzaga lashed forward hitting the wounded side of the monster. It roared and jerked back, feeling the sting of magic in that broken part.
“Make holes, make holes and I’ll fill them up with spells.”
Thankfully, this was a caster that would listen. That was one concern off her plate almost immediately. “Challenge your real fear, beast!’ Another taunt to draw the monster’s attention boomed through the air. A helmet had been considered but considering how hampering it would be in the cold and snow, it’d been left at the forge for today. Perhaps, that would be a decision she’d come to regret before the end of this battle, but for now, it was the one she’d made.
A swing from the monster was parried off to one side, but the feel of the metal from her sword creaking issued its own threat. Aspel’s sword had been busted in two in combat before… Regardless, she would been to press forward here with both offensive melee, and taunts in order to assure the other woman’s safety through monster attack, sleet, and snow.
Pressing forward, a slash from right to left was delivered before with a shift of her wrist, and a roll of her shoulder the sword swung back through once more, causing gashes into the Bune’s hide. If the caster needed holes - as odd as it may sound - holes she would have.
Like putting salt in a wound. Siri lacked the fine, exquisite control someone like Peony had but she was raw power, directly aimed like a sword (perhaps this was a side-effect of being friends with Knights in her earlier years). Offensive magic was what she enjoyed, never happy to sit on the sidelines.
Magic flows into her hands, focusing her anger and madness into each blow; the monster staggers back though she is no Berserker. Hitting the already weakened spots by Aspel's blade, Siri takes advantage of being covered by the Smith and focuses solely on casting, though she has yet to learn double-cast, she is sufficiently adept and quick to keep up.
Death would not come for her (Not today.) and that gave her strength (and recklessness).
The monster would not be an easy foe to fell. Yet, somehow they would manage. Between Aspel assuring Siri’s safety by using her own body to physically cover the other woman’s to block blow after blow from being taken, taunting, and dropping down into MediGuard, they would manage, somehow in the end. Between Siri’s blasts of magicks and Aspel’s vicious rebuttal with a combined vehemence/vendetta attack, the monster would drop, not to rise again.
Unfortunately, it would not be the only one to fall as with Aspel’s final blow landed, she would not be the only one to land a strike as the Bune would impale its sword through the smith’s armor, and side.
Aspel could feel the blood seeping through her clothing, wetting the armor and dripping down to the snow below. There was no way she’d make it back to Emillion conscious. Thankfully, she would not be alone tonight.