Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, |
The yell from a familiar voice had been ignored, and the kick to his sword arm simply caused the man to toss the sword between hands, and use the momentum of the blow to swing around, attempting to take the attacker by surprise by following through the twirling motion with a swing of the sword in the off hand at the attacker. However, a deep, low, rumbling laugh would be earned at the approach of similar black armor. Instantly the two puzzle pieces snapped into place. “Aspel!” Jead yelled back, seeming amused. “Have you come to follow me here too?” It was in that instance that dark magicks surged up around him, offering a strange sort of protection to compliment any damage the magicks may also deal upon anyone who breached the circle it made, or the damage it did to Jead as well. A hand shot out, flinging Darkga at the monk who seemed to think messing with a dark lord was an intelligent thing to do. This of course continued as Zalera worked on demolishing the Riskbreaker before him with Condemnation being unleashed. Duhl to howled in pain, and fell to one knee. Somehow, magically, Duhl remained alive, but his sword arm had nearly been removed from his body with the attack, and the Riskbreaker gritted his teeth, attempting to stand as he cast magicks upon himself in attempts to stay alive just a little longer if it could be helped at all. They needed a plan, and to make a plan, one needed time. Aspel’s heart leapt in her chest as Drake dashed in. “NO!” She screamed at him, the sound of her own voice ringing in her helm as Jead’s - oh so familiar - darkness began to form, and stretch out. “Fell Knight! He’s a Fell Knight!” She yelled at Drake, hoping - desperately - that the monk would understand that getting up close and personal with a man like this was a deadly mistake. Yet, regardless of knowing this herself, Aspel charged in - hoping, praying - to land a swing on Jead with her hammer, which he expertly blocked, tossing the weapon to one side, and letting his sword blade spark across her armor. Cormac was here, along with Emily, which was probably good, in Ari’s estimation. She preferred, all things considered, to take down undead and clear the field. At least, until she saw Drake charging for the man in black from the opposite direction. And while on the one hand, it was nice to know where both he and Aspel were, on the other… Another shift, as a few more skeletons fell to Requiem -- the larger beast seemed unaffected, alas -- and she chose Angelic Aria this time. Both the Riskbreaker and Drake would benefit from flesh that knit itself together the moment it was sundered (an unfortunate reality of their lives lately). The mages likely wouldn’t mind Regen, either, in the event that one or more of the skeletons got through to them. Ari had a notion that this once, Aspel was far too preoccupied to play protector. This fight was going south quickly but thankfully others were in action. Emily decided to try some black magic as a way to aid the others. She was a reasonable distance away for now and would hopefully remain that way. Magic flowed through her as if it were her lifeblood and coursing through her veins as she spoke the words for the spell. It was not a time to concern oneself over why she knew these sorts of spells, because in the end that was irrelevant and no one would care. The spell went directly at its target and poisoned it. It wouldn't do as much damage as Aspel might with her hammer or Drake with his fists but every little bit counted. When she got the chance she would give the fell knight whatever other ailments she could. Anything to make it difficult for him to attack and chip away at whatever strength or health he had. |