07-02-2014, 08:27 PM
The hits just kept on coming, it seemed. In the maelstrom of activity at the village gate, Satsume was the nexus. First, he was nearly incinerated by a meteor, which he only narrowly avoided by charging into a disgruntled ally. Next, he's forced to pop right back up and stave off a bandit's blade in his back. And now, the stinging welt left from a vial that came hurtling out of the sky was threatening to knock him out of the fight before it even began.
It was a good thing someone else had dealt with that guy in front of him.
"Thanks!" Satsume yelled over his shoulder, waving his hand up over his head to acknowledge Kalin. That's when he noticed that Orica wasn't on the ground anymore.
"Good, you're okay. Now are you ready to-"
"It is a great weakness to move to protect to someone and then immediately request help because that act put you in danger."
Satsume did not turn to face Orica; he rolled his eyes and started back up from his crouched position. Yeah, because how DARE I put someone else ahead of me and yada yada- "What the hell?!"
Suddenly, Satsume felt himself being pried off the ground! "Your punishment, then, will be to charge forward against the enemy with the same fervor as what you used when you knocked me down to protect me."
"Are you insane?! Let GO of me, you wretched-"
He got his wish. Orica released Satsume with a forceful shove, causing him to fall into an off-balance run. Now, Satsume carried with his armor and body a considerable amount of momentum - he was not very good at slowing down when he was in a full charge. And unfortunately, these bandits that Orica had sent Satsume careening into were not the type of stooges who would stare dumbfounded as a grey suit of armor with a man stashed inside plowed through them like a medieval bowling ball.
"HrrrraaAAAAAAGH!" A curdling roar escaped Satsume's throat as he finally came to a stop. Two of the men that he had been thrown towards had led with their swords outstretched. One of the blades had snuck in between the staggered plates covering his midsection and deposited itself in his lower right ribs. The second had somehow found the miniscule opening between his breastplate and pauldron, sinking into his left shoulder. His spear dropped from his left hand, and he gritted his teeth in agony.
The two cutthroats seemed a bit dumbfounded at their freshly skewered catch. They blinked and stared at each other for a brief moment. Satsume balled his hands into fists and roared again, this time trying to dull the pain. Need to... get... away...
"RrrrrrRRRRRAAAAAAAAGH!" In a burst of strength fueled primarily out of intense rage at the woman who had ungraciously put him into this situation, Satsume reached up and clasped his hands around the heads of each of his attackers. With all of his might, he slammed his palms toward each other.
SPLUTCH. There was a sickening sound of two skulls being caved in as the two men lost grip of their weapons and flopped to the ground like lifeless husks. Satsume immediately fell to his knees. A globule of blood escaped his mouth. He shuffled himself around so he could look up at Orica. Gingerly, he set his hands around the hilt of the blade in his ribs. Thankfully, it felt like it hadn't punctured any internal organs.
He glared, unblinking, at Orica. Then, with a sharp jerk of his arms and an equally sharp cry of pain, he wrenched the sword free and tossed it aside. Heaving for breath, but still upright on his knees, Satsume could only raise his arm and gesture for the vial that lay on the ground beside Orica.
Just give me... the damn vial! Satsume wanted to scream at her, but no words came out. She would need to get over her shortsighted brazenness and save his life.
It was a good thing someone else had dealt with that guy in front of him.
"Thanks!" Satsume yelled over his shoulder, waving his hand up over his head to acknowledge Kalin. That's when he noticed that Orica wasn't on the ground anymore.
"Good, you're okay. Now are you ready to-"
"It is a great weakness to move to protect to someone and then immediately request help because that act put you in danger."
Satsume did not turn to face Orica; he rolled his eyes and started back up from his crouched position. Yeah, because how DARE I put someone else ahead of me and yada yada- "What the hell?!"
Suddenly, Satsume felt himself being pried off the ground! "Your punishment, then, will be to charge forward against the enemy with the same fervor as what you used when you knocked me down to protect me."
"Are you insane?! Let GO of me, you wretched-"
He got his wish. Orica released Satsume with a forceful shove, causing him to fall into an off-balance run. Now, Satsume carried with his armor and body a considerable amount of momentum - he was not very good at slowing down when he was in a full charge. And unfortunately, these bandits that Orica had sent Satsume careening into were not the type of stooges who would stare dumbfounded as a grey suit of armor with a man stashed inside plowed through them like a medieval bowling ball.
"HrrrraaAAAAAAGH!" A curdling roar escaped Satsume's throat as he finally came to a stop. Two of the men that he had been thrown towards had led with their swords outstretched. One of the blades had snuck in between the staggered plates covering his midsection and deposited itself in his lower right ribs. The second had somehow found the miniscule opening between his breastplate and pauldron, sinking into his left shoulder. His spear dropped from his left hand, and he gritted his teeth in agony.
The two cutthroats seemed a bit dumbfounded at their freshly skewered catch. They blinked and stared at each other for a brief moment. Satsume balled his hands into fists and roared again, this time trying to dull the pain. Need to... get... away...
"RrrrrrRRRRRAAAAAAAAGH!" In a burst of strength fueled primarily out of intense rage at the woman who had ungraciously put him into this situation, Satsume reached up and clasped his hands around the heads of each of his attackers. With all of his might, he slammed his palms toward each other.
SPLUTCH. There was a sickening sound of two skulls being caved in as the two men lost grip of their weapons and flopped to the ground like lifeless husks. Satsume immediately fell to his knees. A globule of blood escaped his mouth. He shuffled himself around so he could look up at Orica. Gingerly, he set his hands around the hilt of the blade in his ribs. Thankfully, it felt like it hadn't punctured any internal organs.
He glared, unblinking, at Orica. Then, with a sharp jerk of his arms and an equally sharp cry of pain, he wrenched the sword free and tossed it aside. Heaving for breath, but still upright on his knees, Satsume could only raise his arm and gesture for the vial that lay on the ground beside Orica.
Just give me... the damn vial! Satsume wanted to scream at her, but no words came out. She would need to get over her shortsighted brazenness and save his life.