08-16-2016, 04:13 PM
Satsume could feel his strength magnify as Cecily’s voice waned. He had made it through the debilitating effects of the galdr – now it was time to buy his companions time to escape.
Two more Lycian soldiers stepped past their fallen comrades and engaged Satsume. He brought his spear up in anticipation, but did not shift his stance. So far, they had all been blindly rushing at him; if he timed his move right, they would be knocked off balance…
At least, that was the plan until some kind of projectile smacked one of the soldiers in the back of the head, ringing his bell. As the second soldier stumbled over the thrown helmet, Satsume singled out the first one, exploding out of his stance with as much speed as his armor would allow. He lowered his shoulder and roared as he connected with a powerful blindside tackle.
“Hrrrrraaagh!” Satsume’s shoulder plate caught the poor fool with his head down and jerked him sideways. His opponent was lifted off the ground briefly from the force of the hit, twirling around like a ragdoll before finally spinning into the ground. Confident that this one wouldn’t be getting up, Satsume slowed to a stop. Now he only had one left. He turned to his foe just in time to see a flash of steel headed for his neck. Satsume turned away, and the sword edge sang against his armor. The frustrated soldier gave it a couple more hacks, but Satsume’s subtle movements kept the blade from hitting flesh. The blade chimed against his armor again and again, leaving no trace save for a few score marks.
Finally, his opponent’s frustration boiled over, and he came at Satsume with a two-handed, overhead swing. “Die!” he screamed. Satsume craned his neck and avoided the hastened attack, leaving it to impact harmlessly on his left shoulder. He shuffled a foot behind the soldier and reached for his neck. With a twist of his upper body, Satsume drove the Lycian into the ground. The sword flew out of the soldier’s hand as the wind left him.
“Good night, Gracie.” Satsume twirled his spear over his head before driving it down into the man’s chest.
The scene was threating to become chaotic again, what with Cecily’s tune having expired. Satsume stole a glance off to the side; she and Shad were at Paige’s side now, seemingly safe. That’s good, he thought. Now where on earth did that little helmet distraction come from…? His first thought was the Keeper, Yuri; a survey of the street found a bundle of leather and robes a short ways out. After another quick look to Cecily to verify her safety, Satsume raced over to him.
“Yuri!” he exclaimed. “You alright?!” He inspected the Keeper’s body for wounds, but found nothing. The young priest-warrior’s face was seemingly content.
And he was snoring.
“...oh. Right.” Satsume stood up and scanned for any other threats. It seemed that the only event still happening was partways between him and Cecily. An impressive-looking middle-aged man had somehow garnered the attention of the remainder of what Lycians had resisted the lullaby, and was just finishing up. Satsume thought he recognized him from somewhere, but the more pressing realization was that he must have been the one who inadvertently helped him best his two earlier opponents.
One of the soldiers – presumably one that had been brought down by this man – was getting back to her feet. Satsume reached over his shoulder and produced one of his javelins. As she raised her sword behind the man’s back, Satsume skip-stepped forward and let fly. The missile sailed through the air and appeared to miss its target, crossing just in front of the soldier’s face. Satsume heard her squeal in pain and twist away from the javelin at it raced by, dropping the blade and reaching up with both hands to grab at her cheek. He must have just clipped her with it, but that would be enough to keep her from trying to fight again. Regardless, Satsume reached over his shoulder for his second javelin, ready to draw it at a moment’s notice.
“Hey!” he called to the older man. “Do I know you from somewhere?”
Two more Lycian soldiers stepped past their fallen comrades and engaged Satsume. He brought his spear up in anticipation, but did not shift his stance. So far, they had all been blindly rushing at him; if he timed his move right, they would be knocked off balance…
At least, that was the plan until some kind of projectile smacked one of the soldiers in the back of the head, ringing his bell. As the second soldier stumbled over the thrown helmet, Satsume singled out the first one, exploding out of his stance with as much speed as his armor would allow. He lowered his shoulder and roared as he connected with a powerful blindside tackle.
“Hrrrrraaagh!” Satsume’s shoulder plate caught the poor fool with his head down and jerked him sideways. His opponent was lifted off the ground briefly from the force of the hit, twirling around like a ragdoll before finally spinning into the ground. Confident that this one wouldn’t be getting up, Satsume slowed to a stop. Now he only had one left. He turned to his foe just in time to see a flash of steel headed for his neck. Satsume turned away, and the sword edge sang against his armor. The frustrated soldier gave it a couple more hacks, but Satsume’s subtle movements kept the blade from hitting flesh. The blade chimed against his armor again and again, leaving no trace save for a few score marks.
Finally, his opponent’s frustration boiled over, and he came at Satsume with a two-handed, overhead swing. “Die!” he screamed. Satsume craned his neck and avoided the hastened attack, leaving it to impact harmlessly on his left shoulder. He shuffled a foot behind the soldier and reached for his neck. With a twist of his upper body, Satsume drove the Lycian into the ground. The sword flew out of the soldier’s hand as the wind left him.
“Good night, Gracie.” Satsume twirled his spear over his head before driving it down into the man’s chest.
The scene was threating to become chaotic again, what with Cecily’s tune having expired. Satsume stole a glance off to the side; she and Shad were at Paige’s side now, seemingly safe. That’s good, he thought. Now where on earth did that little helmet distraction come from…? His first thought was the Keeper, Yuri; a survey of the street found a bundle of leather and robes a short ways out. After another quick look to Cecily to verify her safety, Satsume raced over to him.
“Yuri!” he exclaimed. “You alright?!” He inspected the Keeper’s body for wounds, but found nothing. The young priest-warrior’s face was seemingly content.
And he was snoring.
“...oh. Right.” Satsume stood up and scanned for any other threats. It seemed that the only event still happening was partways between him and Cecily. An impressive-looking middle-aged man had somehow garnered the attention of the remainder of what Lycians had resisted the lullaby, and was just finishing up. Satsume thought he recognized him from somewhere, but the more pressing realization was that he must have been the one who inadvertently helped him best his two earlier opponents.
One of the soldiers – presumably one that had been brought down by this man – was getting back to her feet. Satsume reached over his shoulder and produced one of his javelins. As she raised her sword behind the man’s back, Satsume skip-stepped forward and let fly. The missile sailed through the air and appeared to miss its target, crossing just in front of the soldier’s face. Satsume heard her squeal in pain and twist away from the javelin at it raced by, dropping the blade and reaching up with both hands to grab at her cheek. He must have just clipped her with it, but that would be enough to keep her from trying to fight again. Regardless, Satsume reached over his shoulder for his second javelin, ready to draw it at a moment’s notice.
“Hey!” he called to the older man. “Do I know you from somewhere?”