theo. (escutcheon) wrote in emillion, |
The earth shook right as she lunged in for a strike that might have connected with her former mentor’s side. Juliette stumbled, went sprawling gracelessly as the shaking intensified. Another earthquake? That was when the shouting began. In the chaos as she picked herself up and dusted herself off, the shouting began to reconcile into words. people were pouring out of the guildhall now, armed, halfway armored. The shaking calmed for a moment, but it seemed the least of their worries -- beyond the wall of the training yard, the fog -- Mist? -- thickened quickly. And then suddenly a monstrous construct she had never seen before, not even in books came stomping out, massive stone legs threatening to crush anyone in its way. She had a moment, ingrained, of thinking, squires are to remain out of battle, I must go to -- And then, realization. Now, this city was hers to defend, too. Still, habit had her looking to the Berserker, and when he moved, she followed. While Juliette attempted to reorient herself, Theo went charging forward. She needed a distraction, he knew, and one was quickly provided. With a great howl he swung his greatsword forward, an Armor Break meant to knock the enormous construct down to size. Whatever monstrosity came surging toward them from the Faram forsaken Mist, he was determined to see it destroyed, and Ragnarok crashed against its side with brutal force. “Find an opening,” he spat out, wrapping his anger around him and utilizing it to increase his attack strength. Theo continued to slash at the monster until its attention focused solely on him, its enormous stone limbs crashing down on the man from above. An opening, an opening -- Her hands shook as she replaced the practice claws she had used in the spar with her actual weapon, as she watched Theo surge forward. It was so large, and they so small, how would they ever… He was already clashing with it, and she could no longer tarry. Not training, but a battle -- there was no time to consider the ‘right’ answer. She needed to do something, right now. She darted in, successfully dodging a swing of one giant stone foot. Perhaps the joints were weak? She attempted a strike there, gritting her teeth at the scrape of metal against stone. She felt the impact up her arm, but not all of her strength training had been for naught; it did not seem as though it were wholly ineffective. It was only unfortunate that in making a nuisance of herself, she had also apparently made herself a target; the stone construct swung around to face her, and suddenly a great rush of water fell from the sky. She yelped, dodging again -- her ankle turned the wrong way, but held her weight -- as she escaped the worst of the deluge. Theo grit his teeth as the monster turned its attention toward his squire--former squire now, his thoughts spun in a muddle of concern and anger. Utilizing the lessons in magic he’d learned under the tutelage of a certain mage, Theo sent a lash of fire hurling in the monster’s direction. Not as powerful or as accurate as he’d intended, his anger and emotions mucking up much of the effect, but the flames bursting against the enemy’s side did enough to turn its attention once again. Unfortunately for Theo, that meant another wave of water magic hurtling right in his direction. He tried to bring up his greatsword to fend off the blow, but he was no sentinel. Defense was left to others, a berserker struck hard and fast and destroyed enemies before they had a chance to instill damage--now, he could only brace himself for impact. Waterga crashed around him, battering against his body and leaving Theo momentarily prone. |