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Board Battles / Re: The Three-Edged Sword: Rallying to War
« Last post by Veldanya Venalla on September 27, 2023, 02:57:17 PM »"Strange....a strange one it seems."
The woman squints her eyes slightly at the statement from the armored form. She then closes her eyes as if thinking but just then all hell breaks loose as the Companions take the proffered "first strike". Scowling slightly she slips her guns into their holsters and holds her hands close together, palms facing each other. An orb of ice begins to form between them before. A moment later she smirks and spins in place, practically slinging the orb in the direction of her opponent. The moment the orb leaves her hand shards of ice begin to rapidly fire from within it, the orb racing towards its target before sailing over and circling back around, continuing to speed around the room as ice shards continue to fly from within it. The Seraphim seems to stand stoically even as his comrades charge in against the armored form. His glowing eyes travel across the room as he grips his hammer tightly and crouches down slightly as if preparing to leap.
A deep chuckle comes from the armorerd figure even as the giant shimmering fists come at him. In a flash his one of his greatswords is front while the other is behind, the Orkish assault crashing against the weapons with a resounding boom of force just as the sand spears come flying in at their target. A faint purplish shield forms around him, the barrage of ice shards shattering against the barrier. The large crystal at the center of the room suddenly flashes and thrums, seeming to pulse with a dark insidious power. A moment later the figure seems to melt into the floor in a pool of shadows, the spears embedding themselves deep into the floor. The figure reappears standing atop the crystal, the dark glow of the crystal seeming to flow up into him as he chuckles.
"Ah very well done. You may have even succeeded at one time, but my Lord is with me now. Let us see, perhaps a....test of your reflexes."
The figure vanishes and it is at this point that Jharm finally reacts, launching himself forward, his hammer glowing brightly as he charges at the crystal itself.
"By the Light, your Lord shall fall....and you beside him!"
The hammer smashes into the crystal, a spiderweb of cracks radiating from the point of impact. A pulse of shadowy energy erupts from the crystal before the cracks seemingly vanish. There is no time to react though as a portal appears and the armored figure springs forth. At the last second the Seraphim manages to block one of the greatswords with his hammer but the other slips in and leaves a large gash across the warriors chest, silvery blood splashing from the wound and down onto the floor.
"Yes! Just so! Hehe, I have always wanted to say that."
He then chuckles once more as similar portals manifest by each of the other Companions and a similar figure suddenly leaps from within, greatswords slicing through the air towards their respective targets.
The woman squints her eyes slightly at the statement from the armored form. She then closes her eyes as if thinking but just then all hell breaks loose as the Companions take the proffered "first strike". Scowling slightly she slips her guns into their holsters and holds her hands close together, palms facing each other. An orb of ice begins to form between them before. A moment later she smirks and spins in place, practically slinging the orb in the direction of her opponent. The moment the orb leaves her hand shards of ice begin to rapidly fire from within it, the orb racing towards its target before sailing over and circling back around, continuing to speed around the room as ice shards continue to fly from within it. The Seraphim seems to stand stoically even as his comrades charge in against the armored form. His glowing eyes travel across the room as he grips his hammer tightly and crouches down slightly as if preparing to leap.
A deep chuckle comes from the armorerd figure even as the giant shimmering fists come at him. In a flash his one of his greatswords is front while the other is behind, the Orkish assault crashing against the weapons with a resounding boom of force just as the sand spears come flying in at their target. A faint purplish shield forms around him, the barrage of ice shards shattering against the barrier. The large crystal at the center of the room suddenly flashes and thrums, seeming to pulse with a dark insidious power. A moment later the figure seems to melt into the floor in a pool of shadows, the spears embedding themselves deep into the floor. The figure reappears standing atop the crystal, the dark glow of the crystal seeming to flow up into him as he chuckles.
"Ah very well done. You may have even succeeded at one time, but my Lord is with me now. Let us see, perhaps a....test of your reflexes."
The figure vanishes and it is at this point that Jharm finally reacts, launching himself forward, his hammer glowing brightly as he charges at the crystal itself.
"By the Light, your Lord shall fall....and you beside him!"
The hammer smashes into the crystal, a spiderweb of cracks radiating from the point of impact. A pulse of shadowy energy erupts from the crystal before the cracks seemingly vanish. There is no time to react though as a portal appears and the armored figure springs forth. At the last second the Seraphim manages to block one of the greatswords with his hammer but the other slips in and leaves a large gash across the warriors chest, silvery blood splashing from the wound and down onto the floor.
"Yes! Just so! Hehe, I have always wanted to say that."
He then chuckles once more as similar portals manifest by each of the other Companions and a similar figure suddenly leaps from within, greatswords slicing through the air towards their respective targets.