Post by roseii on Nov 9, 2009 22:08:17 GMT -5
And so a Hunter dies! I thought that I would post the last three posts up here for everyone to look at, deaths happen so rarely.. they deserve to be immortalized!
This was one hell of a fight scene and these three posts don't do it all justice but, well I can't put it all up here! Go read the logs!! Sorry to see you go Mathis but this R.I.P is for you!
Dyona McMurray: *She had begun to ease to her feet, to leap back up to stand, and so his shots, aimed while she was struggling to her feet instead of landing in her gut or chest, she takes both in her upper right thigh. She cries out in agony, toppling back off her feet, but her effect had been cast – her prayer rolling off her tongue even as she topples, her mind divided and sectioned in such a way that even this great pain isn’t distraction enough to compromise her spells - and it was sure to strike at the patterns of his body, even as Tarik shifts forms and moves to topple the man to the ground. Unless there's something she's not aware of, he would be split with lesions and (to repeat herself, says the player) his internal organs would begin to bleed spontaneously, hemmoraging greatly. She claps her hands over the bloody holes in her legs and begins to chant; she knows her body better than she knows anything else, her own patterns are the easiest to work and she immediately begins to stitch the holes and repair the muscle, fat, tendons, and skin to repair the two wounds, rocking back and forth as her anger builds.*
Mathis Cross: *His weapon dropped from his hand as previously stated. He had no idea what she had done to him but the hemorrhaging had set in and he drops to his knees groaning in pain. He coughs and blood pours from his mouth and then something huge slams into him sending him hurling to the ground with the wolf, wolf form right? “Tarik” over him. Things were getting fuzzy and he could barely concentrate but through sheer force of will he draws the silver knife from his belt and attempts to slash at the mass over him and hopefully he’d slash the jugular or hit the beast somewhere bad enough to wound it and send it on its way. In either event he’s bleeding out and if that the internal bleeding doesn’t kill him the werewolf probably will*
Tarik : *The anguished cry from Dyona served to fuel his rage and as the kiss of that silver blade met not his throat, but a thick and meaty shoulder the rage boiled forth. Faster then a human eye could track his form exploded into full on Crinos and not only were his jaws ripping at the man beneath him but his jaws were also. He didn't stop until there was little more then a bloody shredded mess upon the ground beneath him. As the red fog began to lift from his mind he stood upon four legs and looked over towards Dyona. The smell of her blood on the air was all to apparent as was that of Mathis's quickly cooling body. Reaching with to his shoulder with those massive jaws he rips the dagger from his shoulder before shifting down to homid form and rushing over to Dyona.* How bad is it? *He would have asked her where she'd been hit but then he'd known her long enough to know if it had been anywhere to bad she'd no longer be among the living.**
This was one hell of a fight scene and these three posts don't do it all justice but, well I can't put it all up here! Go read the logs!! Sorry to see you go Mathis but this R.I.P is for you!
Dyona McMurray: *She had begun to ease to her feet, to leap back up to stand, and so his shots, aimed while she was struggling to her feet instead of landing in her gut or chest, she takes both in her upper right thigh. She cries out in agony, toppling back off her feet, but her effect had been cast – her prayer rolling off her tongue even as she topples, her mind divided and sectioned in such a way that even this great pain isn’t distraction enough to compromise her spells - and it was sure to strike at the patterns of his body, even as Tarik shifts forms and moves to topple the man to the ground. Unless there's something she's not aware of, he would be split with lesions and (to repeat herself, says the player) his internal organs would begin to bleed spontaneously, hemmoraging greatly. She claps her hands over the bloody holes in her legs and begins to chant; she knows her body better than she knows anything else, her own patterns are the easiest to work and she immediately begins to stitch the holes and repair the muscle, fat, tendons, and skin to repair the two wounds, rocking back and forth as her anger builds.*
Mathis Cross: *His weapon dropped from his hand as previously stated. He had no idea what she had done to him but the hemorrhaging had set in and he drops to his knees groaning in pain. He coughs and blood pours from his mouth and then something huge slams into him sending him hurling to the ground with the wolf, wolf form right? “Tarik” over him. Things were getting fuzzy and he could barely concentrate but through sheer force of will he draws the silver knife from his belt and attempts to slash at the mass over him and hopefully he’d slash the jugular or hit the beast somewhere bad enough to wound it and send it on its way. In either event he’s bleeding out and if that the internal bleeding doesn’t kill him the werewolf probably will*
Tarik : *The anguished cry from Dyona served to fuel his rage and as the kiss of that silver blade met not his throat, but a thick and meaty shoulder the rage boiled forth. Faster then a human eye could track his form exploded into full on Crinos and not only were his jaws ripping at the man beneath him but his jaws were also. He didn't stop until there was little more then a bloody shredded mess upon the ground beneath him. As the red fog began to lift from his mind he stood upon four legs and looked over towards Dyona. The smell of her blood on the air was all to apparent as was that of Mathis's quickly cooling body. Reaching with to his shoulder with those massive jaws he rips the dagger from his shoulder before shifting down to homid form and rushing over to Dyona.* How bad is it? *He would have asked her where she'd been hit but then he'd known her long enough to know if it had been anywhere to bad she'd no longer be among the living.**