Few players had decided to rummage through this new land. An odd sort of concept, since the usual pattern of everyone swarming a new zone was not present within Terrasphere. Maybe he overestimated how many people would be around. Either that, or the siege caused too much stress and everyone needed to relax. More room for the big cat to squeeze in at least. As was common in these fantasy worlds, and other genres overall, this strange new world just had to have some funky environment causing some awkward time for adjusting. "Should have formed a party for this. Damnit. Too late to turn back now, so I might as well start wandering," Alonso said. He felt a strange sensation in these parts, but a clue might decide to reveal itself in due time. Something else about ancient ruins sparked in the hulking feline's mind, rumors of the usual treasures said to be resting within. Instance dungeons were the most logical answer. This early in a new zone Alonso did not dare tread into those places without a proper know how of what to expect. Unlike the crystalline forest, individual leaves sparkling within the sun, beneath the ground may turn out to be treacherous and hostile. He placed a thick finger on the branches of a tree, his eyes narrowing to view any vital details. The Felis considered hopping up and climbing to see what else was there, but his own mass had the probable situation of causing the entirety of the organism to collapse. No knowledge of the tree's holding strength had been discovered yet. "Is this place even marked in the system's map yet," he said, turning away from the tree he investigated and bringing up the usual interface. Crystallized Zalra. A name which implied this area had once been a normal, woodland environment, now cursed to eternity in this unnatural state. Everything about this place thus far had been fragile, as though poking a single object would cause it to collapse into dust. The Yladians would know about this place more than anyone. Still, the problem remained that Alonso had not seen a denizen of this nation as his muscled frame meandered through the crystal menagerie. In fact, he did not even seen a creature yet with the potential of being hostile. With how everything in this place melded within each other, the forest became even more perilous. Both ears shot up as snarls erupted around the man. His own throat swirled in his own growls, body crouched and arms loose at his sides in a wrestler's stance. Neither of his eyes caught on yet to the enemies pounding their feet against the ground. But they were there, Alonso knew it. Not only that, but to his knowledge the Felis was alone. Movement glinted in the sunlight penetrating the treeline. Alonso's eyes shifted as a club swung towards him, the hulking mass of cat man raising his hands to catch the weapon strike and contest the wielder's strength. Ogres. Half crystallized ones, just like the rest of this foreign map. The man felt his body pushed down, but he managed to exert the required force to swing the ogre down by his own club. Muscle versus muscle, and the brute force of a barbaric feline against a total of four of the suckers. In retrospect this was not a good situation to be in. He did not have time to gauge the power level of this mob before they rushed after him. They were not that much taller, but if they grabbed onto him all at once he doubted he could keep them at bay. Ducking a swing from a half-crystal ogre's wide forearm, Alonso rushed in, inserting his right foot next to the creature's heel, using the momentum to swing his body to the mob's backside. His own, immense arms wrapped themselves in a bear hug around the ogre, and now that he had a better look these things were a mere two feet taller, and with a noticeable shout suplexed the bastard into the ground. The large man rushed to his feet, but another club swing crashed into his bare chest. He did manage to tense up his muscles in time to diminish the force of the blow, but his health bar still dropped enough of a percentage to know what he was dealing with. Returning to his wrestling stance, Alonso backed up to place the four ogres in his sights, "If you're all going to be cowards and not come at me alone then I'm free to give hell!" Tags: @Luvi Nhivasi @The Admiral
Renown for the treasures and exotic goods to outsiders, it was a promisingly practical investment of time for someone familiar with the landscape to traverse its intricate, perhaps even labyrinthine valleys of unnatural crystals. Anyone worth their salt would've heard about the recent Yladian incursion into Falderen and the expanding influence of the guilds and other unusual folks whom had partook in that fateful battle. Luvi wasn't there personally - if she were to fight her dark magic would undoubtedly surface and likely sit poorly with the others - but she did donate what few alchemcial supplies that she could find beforehand. Her minimal contribution aside, Luvi knew that these unusual people had an almost insane drive for wealth and power at times; other Yladians might not have been as privy to that knowledge as Luvi was, though most Yladians weren't as open and exploitative as this tall elf was! Regardless, with these two differing facts known to the pale elf, she believed that there would be profit in updating her familiarization with Zalra, not to mention looking for anything valuable that these risk-taking anomalies would probably go head-over-heels for. Luvi's kin may say that associating too closely with these folk could be dangerous, but they also helped her people find new safety from the demons that continue to wipe their species from the world. They can't all be bad, can they? As far as this elf was concerned, nope! She could always give someone a chance. Perhaps a cautious chance, but a fair and open chance all the same, especially if she could improve her own stores of gold, food and water if she could make deals with those guilds or what-not. Dressed in a pair of light boots with thick soles to ward away any sharp crystals hidden away on the forest floor Luvi also had a fuzzy silver gambison waist-level shirt with a black strap crossed over her shirt to hold the back-mounted quiver and ordinary bow. Below that, she had oversized black breeches with very loose cuffs by the ankles and a large silvery cloth belt. Luvi was quietly thinking on her reasoning for moving through Zalra. All that logic and practicality was good and well, though she also felt... happy being here. Others might see the crystals as an abhorrent curse or an unnatural corruption, but it was also her home. A home which she feels she shares a personal connection with, as if she's just as broken and unnatural as the forest she grew up in. The quiet elf ran her hand along a husk of crystallized bark, letting out a small sigh while Luvi watched her reflection on the crystal. Her melancholy thoughts were cut short when some keen hearing caught wind of some sort of snarl somewhere in the forest, though it was quiet, or rather far enough away that she couldn't actually catch in what direction the noise had come from. Still, that was enough to put Luvi into her own version of investigative mode; just looking around to pay attention without the system telling her what's what. She grew up here, she's capable of figuring things out for herself! Case and point, the shout of a grown man and the following low rumble of a mighty, amazing suplex caught Luvi's heightened alert, shooting her sight over towards her right. With a rush in her step and with the trees as her cover, she came across the isolated battle between one Felis and a mob of ogres. Immediately knowing which of the combatants she wished to assist, she took a moment to remember how to deal with these corrupted brutes. They typically had the least natural armor by the back of their knees, the movement of their legs constantly crushing and removing crystal while their skin was rubbed raw and thin by said crystal crushing as well. Still among the trees and crystals of the forest, Luvi tried to use the obvious 'distraction' that the muscular Felis was providing, maneuvering behind the ogres while the big fella squared the more cumbersome ogres in his sight. Taking aim with her bow, she delivered a quick and true shot to the aforementioned weak point. Luvi would've called out to help give the big guy advice, but without a voice the best she could do was hope her shot would make the weakness apparent. The singular arrow severely crippled that one ogre's leg, hobbling it to allow anyone and everyone to isolate it from the group of ogres.
The ground crunched awkwardly and rang with a... for lack of any less painfully punny term... crystal chime as the metallic horse shoes plodded along the wilderness of this new land. It had been oh so recently discovered and revealed to the players of the game and she was among the first to explore it, it seemed. She could tell why almost immediately... From the trees to the streams, to the slithering things in between, most of the life in this place seemed tainted by some sort of magical... call it a gout, for lack of a better term, where by crystals either penetrated or encompassed the bodies of the flora and fauna in the area. She could not tell yet if it were a symbiotic relation to some sort of beneficent magical crystal force, or a more parasitic pandemic from a malefic lattice. Once you ceded consideration of the secrets buried in the bones and blood of life here, there were seemingly no other attraction to draw one here. Ruins and wealth were hinted at, but not even the opening zones had been cleared of all their treasures. There was the hubris of claiming to be the first, but such laurels hardly mattered when Astor and the Yulan guild had just become the first PC nation... of sorts. Who would pay attention to 'the first to clear XYZ dungeon in new zone' when there was that comparison to be made? No, whatever was going to draw people here had not yet revealed itself. Probably it would be something horrible, like a world boss or a demon army marching out of shimmering mirrors set in the gem gleaming landscape here. Or a plague of this strange gout, which they would have to cure? Whatever would come of it, there was no use in dwelling over possible dangers now. Not when she could instead enjoy its as of yet untainted... tainted beauty. She grinned at the oxymoron of that thought, observing the towering trees and spires of quartz-like crystal which populated the landscape. It reminded her of the most fantastical landscapes in old stories and games, and she found herself humming an old tune quietly to herself as she rode along. Eventually, humming turned to singing, as she became so lost in the peaceful bliss of that place. "Crystal, silver blue and gold - Look into the jewel I hold. Gaze into its depths my boy and I will teach you the star stone's joy. Energon rings burning bright - Sending thoughts to fill the night. Sending power, heat and light, to a land obscured by night. You are calming little one - And your work has just begun. I'm your keeper, you will see: You have naught to fear from me. Crystal, silver blue and gold - Look into the jewel I hold. Gaze into its depths my boy and I will teach you the star stone's joy. See this crystal in my hand? It awaits your mind's command. Write upon it silent dreams - Inner visions, thoughts unseen. Color it in shades of blue that reflect all sides of you... Make it tell in living light all your joy, your grief, delight. Crystal, silver blue and gold - Look into the jewel I hold. Gaze into its depths my boy and I will teach you the star stone's joy. Work with me until you're sure of the gift that's rightly yours. Power is the price you pay for being Comyn-born this day. Yet, my son, I love you well - With love far more than words can tell. I'm your keeper, you will see: You have naught to fear from me. Crystal, silver blue and gold - Look into the jewel I hold. Gaze into its depths my boy and I will teach you the star stone's joy. I will teach you the star stone's joy~" The words echoed softly off of nearby spires of crystal and returned like the chime of a soft bell, causing her to smile at the magical musical wonder of it. It would perhaps have been sweeter still if bird songs joined in with their gentle notes, but the petrified wilderness was oddly silent. Such a silence would have been entirely queer were it not for the alien feel of this place, which seemed too unnatural for even her complex mind to comprehend. How then might a bird or a fox react to it? No, it was no surprise that there were no natural sounds of the forest here. In fact, as she strained to hear past the gentle plod of her horse's hooves, she could make out only one distant and dissonant noise. The din of a battle, perhaps? It seemed to be grunts and snarls and the thundering of blows but... she was unaware of any quests in this area that might draw other players to it. And considering their rapidly diminishing numbers, it was doubtful that the elves were out in force. Too far north for Falderen troops... What, then?! She frowned and kicked her horse into action, listening to the crunch of crystallized grass under its thundering hooves as it sped towards the source of the calamitous sounds she had detected. Rounding a hillside, she spotted Alonso as he grappled and wrestled with several powerful crystal ogres, supported it seemed by an almost disturbingly tall elven woman who shot into their legs with her bow. The horse beneath her reared in fright at the scene but she held onto the reins and kept her seat in the saddle, patting his neck and regaining control of the beast before it ran off or did anything foolish. She could hear the ground reverberate and shatter with each strike of the ogres' weapons; each toss of their bodies as the large felis man engaged them each physically. She heard the snap of the bow's string and the shrill cut of arrows as they flew through the air and found their marks, inciting enraged snarls from the large and legendarily stupid humanoid monsters that tried to fight and kill both felis and elf now. The human warrior grinned and watched, a hammer hung at each side of her hips. There did not appear to be a reason to get involved just yet; they were not in dire need of saving, nor had they come to ask her for her assistance, and so she quietly observed how they fought. Tried, as it were, not to distract them when large swords and fists and clubs were being swung around or a misplaced shot could easily see the felis taking damage form his bow wielding companion. Hidden: Ogre @Alonso Thorlion @Luvi Nhivasi
Similar to most fantasy creatures of this sort, these ogres kept their intent of pummeling the wide man into the ground. This was a simple gang up and take down. Yet, with how the residents of this world showed a detailed amount of sentience, Alonso could not assume just how tactical these guys are. How the man was able to not have a death count going for him yet was a mystery. The Felis's crouch remained in tact, thick feet taking slow steps side to side. Allowing them to enclose him in a circle was not going to be a favorable position for a lone player. In Alonso's favor, however, was the fact he was nowhere near a cliff or waterfall the ogres could rush him off and cause the man to fall to his doom. Yelling erupted from one of the hotblooded members of the mob. The ogre charged at Alonso, club gripped in both hands, unleashing a wide, horizontal arc. While this was a smart move on the fiend's part, it also left the moron open to a more calculated maneuver. Focusing power to his feet, as though the Felis was on all fours, he converted his energy into a jump which caused his body to land on the ogre's hands, then pushed off and reared back. Alonso's hips swerved forward, rotating his wrist as his clenched hand drilled its way into the ogre's face. Near critical hit if that even mattered. Game mathematics created a stern dictation that a critical was only on a percentile roll. Coding math was a pain in the rear. Alonso hopped back into his initial position. His Felis racial traits allowed his mass to have some level of acrobatic intensity. While a good thing to have, he still needed to focus on what his capabilities were restricted to: maiming, punching, and most of all taking hits using his bare, muscled skin. Hits just like the sword crashing down on Alonso, who felt the blade cut through his chest. If it were not for the pain reduction mechanic, the shock would have stunned him for moments too vital to give up in combat. His own snarl came instead, taking a step back to feel the blunt material of a club ram into the man's widened back. The ogre with the sword took a moment to slam his own fist into the side of the cat's head. "Aaagh... goddamnit," Alonso said, shaking his head to recover from the juggle. He let his guard down, not realizing one of the brutes took the chance to sneak behind the Felis as the Berserker classed player was busy punching another ogre's skull inwards. Those blows took his health down towards the center, but not enough to allow the man to enter his prime state of damage dealing. However, at the same time he did not have a healer to manage his status. Entering Berserk meant taking more damage, irregardless of any reduction in health as his bar grew to critical levels. Alonso flung his body to the side and rolled out of he way of another sword swing. This fight became more dangerous, and he still had a fourth ogre to deal with. Until said ogre hobbled over and bent down on one knee. A single arrow had pierced the back of the guy's leg, just the right spot to diminish movement and halt the creature's advance. Someone was looking out for the big man. While appreciation was a much needed course of action, it would have to wait until Alonso and his mystery assistant took care of these ogres. He dropped to the ground, allowing another club swing to miss even grazing his hair. Adrenaline had kicked in to give the Felis another fighting chance. He readied his stance, resting on knees and elbows, before pushing backwards and thrusting both feet into an ogre's stomach, "Huuuargh!" Surprised at the nature of he attack, the monster stumbled backwards and fell over, leaving himself exposed. Alonso grinned, having a prime opportunity to punish these so called men who dared to insist their muscled, hulking bodies were of any equivalency. Or maybe that was the near Berserk mode talking. Every tendon in Alonso's body grew tense, whirling his frame around and grabbing a hold of the fallen ogre's foot, "Weren't you told never to piss a guy off unless you want a fuckin' beating!" His roar echoed through the forest, his tightened musculature placing a full grip on the ogre before the Felis lifting the monster off the ground. Alonso's roar continued as he swung his prey into the other two ogres, slamming the crew into the ground upon release. But that was not the end of the cat's rampage. No. He was not some house feline, he was a goddamn lion whose territory had been desecrated. The man lunged towards a fallen ogre, one with a club, and placed himself in a mounted position before pummeling fists into the poor sap's skull with not sign of stopping. Oh, the enemy health bar reducing on each impact was more than worth it. Tags: @Luvi Nhivasi @The Admiral
With an opening made for the mountain of a man to take on his burlier and less skilled opponents, Luvi believed the ogres would be too focused on the quite threatening Felis bearing down on them than a singular arrow loosed from a less obvious combatant. The Yladian did not mean to leave the man to his own devices for too long, though she believed it would be far more beneficial for the both of them if she were to lead into a proper attack. Nocking another arrow, she kept the string along her cheap, worn wooden bow loose while she merely held onto the arrow and bow with one hand, ready to be drawn when she knew the time was right. Lacking the capacity of any verbal application for spellcasting, Luvi relied on her tried and true somatic incantations to affix a small component of a spell onto her currently nocked arrowhead. Once complete with the second or two long cast of magic accompanied by a faint and brief violet glow, she drew her bowstring and let loose another arrow, this time piercing through the foot of another unmolested ogre, the fourth one whom had taken sneaky club strike to Alonso's back. This was a far less effective attack than the tendon-severing one from earlier; the arrow had essentially gone through the foot and planted the arrow into the ground. This earned an angry growl and a mean look in Luvi's direction, the crystalline monster merely lifting its foot and breaking off the wooden shaft from the arrow head. Luvi had already begun to move, though without the skill of a rogue she wasn't quick enough to position herself in such a way that the ogre had no chance to see her. Even so, by the time the ogre caught sight of her she had loosed another enchanted arrow, though this time only grazing the ogre's side, the arrow plummeting into the ground a few feet behind the ogre with a small cut on the brute as a parting present. Clearly even more angry now, the ogre slammed the hunk of crystallized wood and bleached bone that it called a club into the waiting palm of its other hand, shifting that hand onto the handle shortly afterward to keep a firm hold during a charge towards Luvi. With her height, Luvi had little difficulty charging ahead just as well, boasting a faster speed than the ogre could manage itself. With range as her companion, however, she let loose an arrow aimed towards the ogre's head with no spell incantation this time. The shot didn't ring true, hitting the ogre's club rather than its head - though this also limited its swing as they came close by a great margin, forcing it to perform something of a diagonal smash towards Luvi. The elf dodged the attack thanks to her distraction, a necessity considering her much more frail build compared to Mr. Mountain Lion contending with the three other ogres. Though Luvi caught sight of the human in the distance at this time, Luvi focused more on aiding the Felis than worrying on whether that was a bandit or not. There was no clear indication that they had any magical tools or ranged weaponry on hand, so the young woman was hoping she'd hear the human approach before they became a threat. Luvi cast another spell on her arrowhead, the third. By the time the ogre had turned to face Luvi, she had her enchanted arrow ready with her legs crouched close to the ground, though she shot nowhere near the ogre she was facing off or even any of the other ogres, very clearly aiming towards the ground. Whether her opponent was suspicious of her trickery or not, the ogre growled in anger and approached Luvi with a set of calculated stomps, approaching slowly to react to any trickery while ready to pounce at the sight of anything suspicious. Meanwhile, Luvi waited with another arrow nocked, one of her ears flickering as she heard Alonso roar as he heaved up one of the ogres, clearly flexing to toss it towards two other ogres that were ahead of Luvi an to her right and her opponent's direct left. The ogre was tossed, bowling straight into two of his buddies and forcing the fourth to stumble in wake of the sudden miniature earthquake. Luvi cast another spell on her arrow at this time, launching the enchanted arrow towards one of the three toppled ogres that had fallen closest to her own opponent. It was aimed for the head, though considering the quality of her bow it didn't do much besides scratch a 'plate' of crystal before poking into the side of a thick neck, causing more pain than any damage. Closing her eyes, Luvi placed her bow on the floor as she began a much more involved spell, a more persistent though still faint violet corona of color surrounding the elf as she traced arcane lines across the air. Forming the outline of a violet pentagon with different runes drawn around the five points, the four different enchanted arrows now clearly shrouded in a similar nature to the crouched elf as well. Her ogre opponent had recovered by then and was preparing a throw of his club to interrupt her spellcast, though Luvi finished the spell with a singular motion, cutting a length of skin along her thumb to throw some of her own blood into the spell's ritual. Perhaps somewhat overwhelmingly, only the faintest of illuminated violet lines connected the four arrowheads in a specific pattern, with Luvi acting as the fifth point. Her opponent was near the center of her attack, the ogre's throw barreling towards the ground directly ahead of it as it very suddenly lost a great deal of vitality and energy, toppling to the ground under its own weight. The visual cause of this was easy to discern with a sickly green aura of light seeping from its body and vaguely headed towards Luvi, the second ogre at one of the five points similarly weakened to a lesser extent. The elf had to focus to keep her dark magic functioning, staying in place while the cut on her thumb healed with the green aura entering her body, though it was clear that much of the life she was draining was being wasted and lost around her due to some very shoddy control. Either way, the ogre in the center of the spell was completely helpless while it withered away, the other affected struggling to move from its toppled position though not dying like the other one. @Alonso Thorlion @The Admiral
It seemed as though the large felis man had a lion's rage and fury as well as its mane and manner, which was revealed as the ogres continued to surround him and attempt to crush him under blade and boot. Despite their onslaught he endured, he countered, and he continued to survive the odds stacked ever against him. Still the proud warrior did not call out for her help, despite her... rather obvious position on the hill, on a horse, in full armor. The tall elven woman did come to his aid though, providing much needed fire with her bow and arrow that he exploited to gain the upper hand. If only for scant moments... It seemed as though he was nearing some sort of limit, and the archer quickly gave up the bow and resorted to... dark magic, it seemed? That was surprising to witness, and caused a twitch of the Admiral's lips. In her personal experience noting good came of dark magic users; it wasn't the power that was a problem, so much as what people chose to do with it. Like a drunk who was handed the keys to a semi truck. She stared at the dark powers manifested and used against the ogres, wondering if these two worked as a team often or were perhaps, like her, strangers that crossed paths. Some of what they did hinted at a sort of teamwork. Other moments seemed to indicate they had no idea what the fuck they were doing. She snorted, pulling her best hammer out and tightening her grip on the reins, ready to surge into action. For now she delayed, though... as neither had yet to call out for her, or come close to death. @Alonso Thorlion @Luvi Nhivasi
Turns out the man was far from going loopy. Being knocked around by the ogres as he had thus far did not shift into an unneeded concussion. Good, since those arrows that flew with a novice sort of grace were real, and the Felis could indeed confirm a mysterious ally. He had to continue leaving the thought of this stranger in the back of his mind though, considering his fists continued to pummel into an ogre's frail skull. If the man was not starting to get up in age he would have considered trying to get into that mixed martial arts stuff considering the brutal, blood revealing violence being tossed around today. The ogre had no chance flailing about as the brute did. Just as quick as the mounted stance began, both immense fists were given a simultaneous thrust into the creature's head, flatting its face before the feline grabbed the head and proceeded to twist the ogre's head and neck. A cringe worthy snap and widened eyes meant one part of the job was finished. Alonso pushed himself backwards, stumbling backwards once he landed. Though he managed to regain his footing, the effects of fatigue were being simulated on a more vital scale than he figured. Both health and energy were dropping at such a rate that an escape plan needed to be determined now before it was too late. One ogre had run off, the Felis assuming his ally had gained its ire. Alonso hoped this person was able to take on a single creature on his or her own. In truth the man was surprised he was able to take on three on these mobs at once. Two remained, however, the cat man ducking a sword swing from one of the ogres attempting to stand back up. Ogres had to crouch at a slight angle in order to hit the middle aged feline. This mean Alonso had a clear shot at the creature's side, the man taking the initiative and forcing his fist into the open target. He made a good dent in the brute's health, but the other ogre had none of that as it grabbed Alonso and slammed the Felis into the ground. Was he getting sloppy after all these years? Pain coursed through his being, the continuous thud of club against muscle as the same ogre began to pound its weapon against the stubborn bulk. The other swung its sword and delivered strikes ripping through Alonso's muscle and further dropping the man's health. This might be the end. His position was bad, there was no healer nearby, and his combat style was at its limit. No, his body refused to allow such trash tier mobs to end him in a new area this quick. The Felis was a veteran of the gaming world, consequences be damned if he was not about to prove it. His go to growl began rise in his throat as a slight, red aura encompassed the man's body. Endurance numbers dropped a decent amount with the moving bar to prove it. Muscles tensed more than ever throughout the duration of this combat. Once more the ogre's sword came down, but was halted by Alonso's hands shutting around the flat sides. He was done with this bullshit. Another roar bellowed through the woods, one more robust with an echo disturbing the crystallized wildlife, and a flock of crystal robins glittered in the sunlight above to flee the unrest. To the sword wielding ogre's terror, this unrestrained Felis's impertinence flipping the creature over Alonso's head, slamming the ogre into the ground. Standing up, the man crouched as a predator should with eyes turned a feral sort. The Felis rushed forward, grabbing the downed ogre's foot and began an incessant barrage of slamming the guy into both the ground and nearby trees. Forests just regrow eventually. Alonso made a final throw, his prisoner's chest facing towards the sky, then leapt up and crashed his fist down right into the ogre's demise. Power surges, blood lust, and the satisfaction of killing the enemy. This was a Berserker's sanctuary. The final ogre in the man's way tossed its club aside. At this point it was useless attempting a wide arc in hopes to hit. Decking the hulking Felis in the cheek, the attack served to garner more attention from Alonso than need be. It hurt like hell, since being in Berserk status meant taking more damage, but that was not enough to stop this man. Alonso clashed with the ogre, both combatants attempting to control their ensuing grapple. The ogre was losing, and the lion kept up the pressure. Soon, the Felis released the grapple, allowing his target to stumble backwards, but the attacks did not falter. The Berserker began his own barrage of punches, kicks, and other assortment of unarmed combat, taking down the ogre's health with ease. Alonso was far from being in a good position, however. His health was around twenty percent. Just a couple more hits and he was done for. All the focus on his last, supposed ogre was a detriment as another ogre had taken a smarter approach, keeping the attention on its allies instead of itself. Unfortunate this ogre had no idea of the Rider waiting on the horizon. Regardless, Berserker needed more assistance lest he risk falling in battle and taking unnecessary repercussions. Tags: @Luvi Nhivasi @The Admiral
The dark magic splitting the life force from the ogre stuck in her trap, Luvi would have drained the ogre completely dry if her control over the spell wasn't so poor. With its life dissipating rather uselessly into the air all around Luvi, she wasn't able to take the energy necessary to keep the drain going. Slowly but surely, the ritual killing her opponent faded until the green aura subsided fully, yet the crystalline monster still breathed. With a sigh, the young woman stood with her bow once more in hand, only taking a moment to realize her spell hadn't been fatal. Luvi had to finish the job. Running over with her bow held once more, the Yladian took her chances to seize the moment, readying a point-blank arrow shot to the head. Considering the quality of her arrows, however, her first shot did not actually puncture the skull... something which hardly surprised her, as she already readied the next arrow as the previous one left a dent. Arrow after arrow, the dent in the crystalline scalp of the ogre grew, though its right arm also drew closer to the elf's ears as it struggled to fight back. Luvi's persistent strikes got through before the ogre could grab at Luvi, however, one arrow finally puncturing through all of the collected dents and cracks in the outer 'armor' around its skull. Perhaps the brute force of Alonso was far more effective, though the Yladian's battle would have gone much quicker if she had anywhere near the same experience! Believing that all of the ogres had been slain, the elf rushed over to the Felis' side, putting an arm around his shoulder in an attempt to ease the poor guy down towards the floor - it was obvious to just about everyone that he was at his limit. So long as he didn't resist or push her away, Luvi would have started pulling out a small glass vial filled with a turquoise vial. Popping out the cap, she observed the young man's body. Considering only one of the ogres really had a sword, it was actually relatively hard to find out where the worst damage was on his body. Resorting to some good old charades, Luvi made sure @Alonso Thorlion was paying attention and started talking, though her lips weren't making any specific sounds. Regardless, as she spoke her voice sounded like a breathy whisper more than anything. Luvi then put her hand on her mouth and shook her head. Hoping that was enough to get her point across, Luvi then pointed to a few more obvious cuts on his body and then to her bottle, then she arched her brow, keeping the curious expression for a second. To show what her vial did, she poured some of the liquid over one of his cuts, so long as he allowed her at least. If he did so, the wound would have burned severely as it was not only cleaned but a medicine started quickening vital bodily functions, such as clotting and general wound healing. ((I hope this post is good... not sure if you wanted me to notice the ogre or not ;n;))
Watching the fighting, the Admiral inspected Alonso's courageous engagement of all of the ogres about him, crushing one by one each of the brawny monsters beneath his fists and feral rage. The elven archer nearby continued to assist him with her dark magic and her bow, sniping down the final ogre that had waited to pounce upon Alonso once its compatriots had worn him down. With all of them dead, she smirked and began to ride forwards at a slow pace, hammer in one hand and reins in the other. She stopped a good ten yards from them, looking the man and woman over with curiosity and mild concern. "Isn't this place rather dangerous for you two?" she asked, meeting their eyes one at a time and wondering precisely what they were doing here. Was there perhaps a dungeon, or were they merely masochists that risked their lives exploring nothing?
