Post by baalit on Aug 7, 2009 22:06:39 GMT -8
Baalit Mondragora Shas'mon, spun around, rolling her body across the kobold. Her upraised shield caught beams of moonlight, sending a sharp glint along its embossed edge. She extended her arm fully, continuing the backhanding slash, blood and spittle trailing from the longsword, which neatly bisected the creature's lower jaw. A slightly malicious smirk hinted at her full lips, dazzlingly bright white teeth shining from behind them.
The now dead kobold Ol Mahum's companion rushed her, and she blew out a breath, still smirking, and stepped into his attack. She swung her shield in an arcing uppercut, grunting when its edge slammed forcefully into the kobold's jaw, snapping its mouth shut and severing its tongue. She followed through with a quick jab of her sword, just past the shield's edge, then slammed the bulk of the bulwark into the Ol Mahum's chest, throwing him back and out of the way. Narrowing her eyes she glared at the rest of them. Several ringed her, brandishing swords, or bows. She rushed in, eschewing death as inevitable and welcome. When the Mother of Death wished to greet her with her sweet embrace, then she would exult. Until then, she was the Hand of Shillien, fearless in the face of death.
Racing past the kobold still choking on his severed tongue, and the stab to the chest that doubtless nicked a lung, she leaned forward, before leaping straight into the mass of Ol Mahum. A quick looping crosscut took two down, and she ducked the blade of a third, kicking out with her foot at his ankle, which she followed through with a thrust to the junction of his leg and hip. A sword slammed down on her shield and she angled it so that the blow skipped off wide and harmless. Wrenching her blade free she growled, twisting her body to put the full force of her mass into the swing. The blow struck, savagely ripping through tendon, muscle and bone, the kobold's head spinning off into the twilight, spraying a fine mist of arterial blood into the air.
The savagery of her assault, coupled with the fearless way she fought sent the remaining fleeing. One eye narrowed in disgust, she made a casual gesture, muttering prayers to her goddess. The trailing Ol Mahum shriveled as it fled, then dried up like a husk, tumbling to the earth.
"Thank you Mother, for allowing me to serve you still in life." she intoned to her goddess, then looked about the battlefield. She grew tired of doing these jobs for the worthless human settlements that could barely defend themselves. Fools! Worthless breeding savages. She longed for her own people again, and considered a trip back to the Shillien Temple. No, that would not do. She was a knight in training now. Her job was to spread the truth of Death across the world, not run back to seek comfort in familiar settings. Nevertheless, she grew wistful, needing an intelligent conversation with those who understood her more than these humans could.
"To the Abyss with it, I guess mercenary work it is, for now." She eagerly awaited the missive she knew would come soon, declaring her a full knight. That day would not come soon enough.
The now dead kobold Ol Mahum's companion rushed her, and she blew out a breath, still smirking, and stepped into his attack. She swung her shield in an arcing uppercut, grunting when its edge slammed forcefully into the kobold's jaw, snapping its mouth shut and severing its tongue. She followed through with a quick jab of her sword, just past the shield's edge, then slammed the bulk of the bulwark into the Ol Mahum's chest, throwing him back and out of the way. Narrowing her eyes she glared at the rest of them. Several ringed her, brandishing swords, or bows. She rushed in, eschewing death as inevitable and welcome. When the Mother of Death wished to greet her with her sweet embrace, then she would exult. Until then, she was the Hand of Shillien, fearless in the face of death.
Racing past the kobold still choking on his severed tongue, and the stab to the chest that doubtless nicked a lung, she leaned forward, before leaping straight into the mass of Ol Mahum. A quick looping crosscut took two down, and she ducked the blade of a third, kicking out with her foot at his ankle, which she followed through with a thrust to the junction of his leg and hip. A sword slammed down on her shield and she angled it so that the blow skipped off wide and harmless. Wrenching her blade free she growled, twisting her body to put the full force of her mass into the swing. The blow struck, savagely ripping through tendon, muscle and bone, the kobold's head spinning off into the twilight, spraying a fine mist of arterial blood into the air.
The savagery of her assault, coupled with the fearless way she fought sent the remaining fleeing. One eye narrowed in disgust, she made a casual gesture, muttering prayers to her goddess. The trailing Ol Mahum shriveled as it fled, then dried up like a husk, tumbling to the earth.
"Thank you Mother, for allowing me to serve you still in life." she intoned to her goddess, then looked about the battlefield. She grew tired of doing these jobs for the worthless human settlements that could barely defend themselves. Fools! Worthless breeding savages. She longed for her own people again, and considered a trip back to the Shillien Temple. No, that would not do. She was a knight in training now. Her job was to spread the truth of Death across the world, not run back to seek comfort in familiar settings. Nevertheless, she grew wistful, needing an intelligent conversation with those who understood her more than these humans could.
"To the Abyss with it, I guess mercenary work it is, for now." She eagerly awaited the missive she knew would come soon, declaring her a full knight. That day would not come soon enough.