Halcyon dodged Simi just as she pounced in his direction. She was obviously hungry for flesh, and knowing that angel flesh is the most delicious of edible flesh, he knew that she would be doubly ferocious.
"Holy crap! Oh no, oh no... NO NO!!!"
Halcyon gained flight and flew to the nearest mountain. Maybe Ignis could get this thing started again so I have something to post in.
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Halcyon has always been a light sleeper, always being on the move, he found no solace in resting. He laid on his makeshift bed, a collection of scattered hay he found laying around the camp, and looked at the top of the tent and listened to the unknown voice that had entered moments ago.
"You all have had rest, I'll expect you to depart within the hour. This camp will be relocating as well, as we speak we are packing up to flee westward."
"Damnit...", Halcyon said as he rustled himself out of bed and forced himself to walk outside. Today wasn't going to be enjoyable, he could sense it in the air.
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His cries for help that worked. A man with a makeshift shield-tray with beverages ran over to Halcyon and offered him a drink. Such kindness. He now remembered why he loved mortals; they were so willing to show compassion.
He took the drink with a trembling hand. "Thank you, comrade." He quickly drank the concoction, taking loud gulps since his thanks would make up for the rudeness of his drinking. He could feel the potion working wonders on his insides, making him feel renewed and more comfortable immediately after drinking the last of the potion.
Halcyon felt well enough to start walking again. Miraculously, the aches in his body had all but diminished. He began basking in the warmth of victory, knowing his valor helped win the battle today.
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"Everybody come here, I have something for everybody to drink to help recover..."
The latter part started to fade out over the pain. He decided that he might as well take what he could get until his monk friend could properly heal him.
"Arrrgh! AAAARGH HELP ME!" He shouted.
Blood splashed from his mouth as he yelled. The metallic taste came back and his vision started to fade again. Damn, he should've paid more attention to those disfigureds, then, maybe, he wouldn't be in this terrible condition.
*Please note that, in the actual play of events, it has been twelve minutes since I have asked the monk to help heal me. What the hell is he doing?*
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Halcyon felt weak... maybe he didn't have it in him to fight this one out. He looked at his Monk brother, defiant, and thought about pardoning him to help the other captives.
Then he heard a triumphant cry in the distance...
"How about you help me heal up these wounds then, brother? This pain is unbearable..."
Halcyon let out a dangerous sounding cough, expelling a fair amount of blood that trickled down his chin. He wiped his face and looked at his bloodied hand. He felt lightheaded, too lightheaded. He let his head fall down towards his chest and started at the ground. More blood tricked from his bloody throat and he tasted the metallic flavor of mortal blood. He couldn't remember the last time he actually tasted his own blood, but he knew he didn't want it to be the last thing he tasted.
"Quickly, please!"
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Halcyon was awaiting his inevitable end as the disfigured slowly approached him. It rank of satisfaction and it's eyes signaled the fulfilling of it's demonic purpose. Halcyon's eyes started to blur from the pain: his shattered ribs moved easily in his chest cavity as he tried, without hope, to look for a savior... any savior.
Then he heard a voice, muffled, but it was there. He turned his head to see a bald monk standing quite a ways away, deep in concentration. His prowess, his mere presence felt divine, as if he had felt Halcyon's despair from wherever he was. A blur of green light left the end of the monk's staff and sliced right through the demon's body, spilling it's innards on the ground before it.
Halcyon was amazed. He wondered if his despair had caused him to vividly imagine his rescue, but this had to be real. The monk ran over to him and extended his hand.
"Come, brother, there is a battle at hand. We will tend to your wounds after."
Halcyon met his hand, but grimaced as he realized that it would require great determination to continue fighting. He stood up with the help of the monk, wavered towards the bloody corpse that was once a disfigured, and retrieved his sword from the carcass.
"I thank you, friend, but I'm afraid I may not be able to assist as much as I like. Even as an angel, I can still feel mortal pain."
Leaning against a tree for support, Halcyon tried to recuperate from the pain in his chest that was quickly running through his spine. He coughed an agonizing cough, and as his lungs expanded in his chest, the pain grew even more.
"This does not bode well, my friend. I can provide ranged support, but if a wayward demon makes his way up to me, I'll need some assistance. Are you up to it?"
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Halcyon stood up and surveyed his surroundings, keeping his guard up. Several brutal battles, massive bloodshed, and cries of agony were all he observed. He saw mortals, his eternal brothers, being slaughtered by ferocious hellspawn, agony painted on their faces.
"Enough... this needs to end quickly or I'll regret inaction for the rest of my life."
He dashed over to two demons approaching from the bushes: disfigureds. Their eyes, filled with rage, sought without end an easy kill. The disfigured were a force to be reckoned with in battle, mostly due to the fact that they attacked mercilessly and often in packs.
Two more disfigureds followed them from the brush and Halcyon sprung into action. He drove his sword into the side of one and, while keeping his grip on the sword, turned around and shot an ice missile: just in time. The missile caught the disfigured right in the chest, throwing it backwards. Another disfigured, however, was able to slip by Halcyon's awareness and struck him broadside with a charge. Halcyon was sent tumbling a few yards and, while tumbling, he felt his own ribs crack. He yelled in agony and the disfigured approached him. In the corner of his eye, he saw the last disfigured charge into the battle...
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Halcyon, disoriented from all the action around him, was one of the last to stumble out of the caravan.
"Where's my sowrd?!"
He dashed around many demons, studying their backs for the sheath of his enchanted sword. It's sheath was unlike any other: an iron sheath, adorned with beautiful, ebony, ornate patterns that glistened in the sunlight. Most anybody who observed him walking with it were enticed by the sheath alone, but what was inside the sheath would have make them tremble in awe.
He didn't have to look long until he saw one of the demons who knocked him out, Halcyon's beautiful sword wrapped around his waist as if he had originally owned it. How pretentious, thought Halcyon. The demon rushing on his way to attack a prisoner, his eyes filled with fire and his devilish sword wielded. Halcyon caught him with a broadside punch to the back of the head. The demon hit the ground with a solid, satisfying thud and groaned in immense pain.
"And this would be mine, hellspawn..."
Halcyon took the sheath off of the demon's waist and drew his sword. The sword was a brilliant silver, almost appearing icy in the blinding light, and was smooth as the air it cut through. It was enchanted never to go dull, even in the most demanding of battles. This sword was the only possession Halcyon was allowed to keep after his banishment from heaven, so he cherished this blade more than his own mortality...
He looked at the fallen demon. It was writhing in pain on the ground. Halcyon, being the angel of mercy he is, thought it would be best suited to put the demon out of his misery. He lay the sword on the demon's neck. The skin on it's neck started to turn blue and crack. Blood trickled through the cracks, running over the blade, and the blade met the fiery blood with it's own frigid metal. The demon's whole body started to blue and crack, and the demon's eyes turned inside it's eyelids.
"... and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I do."
Halcyon tilted the blade perpendicular to the demon's neck and cut across. The demon convulsed and threw up the rest of the blood that wasn't already frozen.
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"Holy crap! Oh no, oh no... NO NO!!!"
Halcyon gained flight and flew to the nearest mountain. Maybe Ignis could get this thing started again so I have something to post in.
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
Halcyon has always been a light sleeper, always being on the move, he found no solace in resting. He laid on his makeshift bed, a collection of scattered hay he found laying around the camp, and looked at the top of the tent and listened to the unknown voice that had entered moments ago.
"You all have had rest, I'll expect you to depart within the hour. This camp will be relocating as well, as we speak we are packing up to flee westward."
"Damnit...", Halcyon said as he rustled himself out of bed and forced himself to walk outside. Today wasn't going to be enjoyable, he could sense it in the air.
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
He took the drink with a trembling hand. "Thank you, comrade." He quickly drank the concoction, taking loud gulps since his thanks would make up for the rudeness of his drinking. He could feel the potion working wonders on his insides, making him feel renewed and more comfortable immediately after drinking the last of the potion.
Halcyon felt well enough to start walking again. Miraculously, the aches in his body had all but diminished. He began basking in the warmth of victory, knowing his valor helped win the battle today.
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
The latter part started to fade out over the pain. He decided that he might as well take what he could get until his monk friend could properly heal him.
"Arrrgh! AAAARGH HELP ME!" He shouted.
Blood splashed from his mouth as he yelled. The metallic taste came back and his vision started to fade again. Damn, he should've paid more attention to those disfigureds, then, maybe, he wouldn't be in this terrible condition.
*Please note that, in the actual play of events, it has been twelve minutes since I have asked the monk to help heal me. What the hell is he doing?*
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
Then he heard a triumphant cry in the distance...
"How about you help me heal up these wounds then, brother? This pain is unbearable..."
Halcyon let out a dangerous sounding cough, expelling a fair amount of blood that trickled down his chin. He wiped his face and looked at his bloodied hand. He felt lightheaded, too lightheaded. He let his head fall down towards his chest and started at the ground. More blood tricked from his bloody throat and he tasted the metallic flavor of mortal blood. He couldn't remember the last time he actually tasted his own blood, but he knew he didn't want it to be the last thing he tasted.
"Quickly, please!"
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
Then he heard a voice, muffled, but it was there. He turned his head to see a bald monk standing quite a ways away, deep in concentration. His prowess, his mere presence felt divine, as if he had felt Halcyon's despair from wherever he was. A blur of green light left the end of the monk's staff and sliced right through the demon's body, spilling it's innards on the ground before it.
Halcyon was amazed. He wondered if his despair had caused him to vividly imagine his rescue, but this had to be real. The monk ran over to him and extended his hand.
"Come, brother, there is a battle at hand. We will tend to your wounds after."
Halcyon met his hand, but grimaced as he realized that it would require great determination to continue fighting. He stood up with the help of the monk, wavered towards the bloody corpse that was once a disfigured, and retrieved his sword from the carcass.
"I thank you, friend, but I'm afraid I may not be able to assist as much as I like. Even as an angel, I can still feel mortal pain."
Leaning against a tree for support, Halcyon tried to recuperate from the pain in his chest that was quickly running through his spine. He coughed an agonizing cough, and as his lungs expanded in his chest, the pain grew even more.
"This does not bode well, my friend. I can provide ranged support, but if a wayward demon makes his way up to me, I'll need some assistance. Are you up to it?"
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
"Enough... this needs to end quickly or I'll regret inaction for the rest of my life."
He dashed over to two demons approaching from the bushes: disfigureds. Their eyes, filled with rage, sought without end an easy kill. The disfigured were a force to be reckoned with in battle, mostly due to the fact that they attacked mercilessly and often in packs.
Two more disfigureds followed them from the brush and Halcyon sprung into action. He drove his sword into the side of one and, while keeping his grip on the sword, turned around and shot an ice missile: just in time. The missile caught the disfigured right in the chest, throwing it backwards. Another disfigured, however, was able to slip by Halcyon's awareness and struck him broadside with a charge. Halcyon was sent tumbling a few yards and, while tumbling, he felt his own ribs crack. He yelled in agony and the disfigured approached him. In the corner of his eye, he saw the last disfigured charge into the battle...
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
"Where's my sowrd?!"
He dashed around many demons, studying their backs for the sheath of his enchanted sword. It's sheath was unlike any other: an iron sheath, adorned with beautiful, ebony, ornate patterns that glistened in the sunlight. Most anybody who observed him walking with it were enticed by the sheath alone, but what was inside the sheath would have make them tremble in awe.
He didn't have to look long until he saw one of the demons who knocked him out, Halcyon's beautiful sword wrapped around his waist as if he had originally owned it. How pretentious, thought Halcyon. The demon rushing on his way to attack a prisoner, his eyes filled with fire and his devilish sword wielded. Halcyon caught him with a broadside punch to the back of the head. The demon hit the ground with a solid, satisfying thud and groaned in immense pain.
"And this would be mine, hellspawn..."
Halcyon took the sheath off of the demon's waist and drew his sword. The sword was a brilliant silver, almost appearing icy in the blinding light, and was smooth as the air it cut through. It was enchanted never to go dull, even in the most demanding of battles. This sword was the only possession Halcyon was allowed to keep after his banishment from heaven, so he cherished this blade more than his own mortality...
He looked at the fallen demon. It was writhing in pain on the ground. Halcyon, being the angel of mercy he is, thought it would be best suited to put the demon out of his misery. He lay the sword on the demon's neck. The skin on it's neck started to turn blue and crack. Blood trickled through the cracks, running over the blade, and the blade met the fiery blood with it's own frigid metal. The demon's whole body started to blue and crack, and the demon's eyes turned inside it's eyelids.
"... and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I do."
Halcyon tilted the blade perpendicular to the demon's neck and cut across. The demon convulsed and threw up the rest of the blood that wasn't already frozen.
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence