[Flashback] Bite me (Vynia)

Siiri and Vynia fight over a kill.

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[Flashback] Bite me (Vynia)

Postby Siiri on October 31st, 2011, 8:02 am

"Why don't you just accept the fact that you've lost?" Siiri taunted as she dodged the first few stabs delivered by the other Myrian.

Her grin was wide, and no doubt infuriating for the other woman, but the Snapping Jaws warrior did not relent, waving the lizard's carcass, the thing easily the size of a hunting dog, before her as if tempting her opponent to swipe it away with her glaive's razor-sharp blade. She found that the other Myrian's attacks were quite basic at best and she had no difficulty pulling back her prize in time to avoid it getting shredded by the polearm weapon.

Still, the volume of attacks, fueled by Vynia's rage at getting one-upped, had Siiri fully focused on the task of weaving and ducking, side-stepping and backing away, from each furious jab. Each elusive movement was like a dance step for her, the exchange between them a very dangerous and potentially lethal dance, one that could result in the loss of her kill, or worse, a severed limb, if she was not careful. But her narrow escapes were textbook responses in defending against spear-like weapons such as the other Myrian's glaive. A low crouch was her answer to every stab that came in too high, a leap or, even more effectively, a well-timed step backward or roll to the side, was her reacting whenever the glaive's head came dead center.

It really was not her style, playing and teasing the other Myrian in such a defensive way. Siiri was all about pressing forward, pressuring her opponent with her superior skill with weapons, but this was all a game for her now, having succeeded in securing the lizard for herself. Now it was all about annoying the one she had just bested. In the back of her mind, however, Siiri knew her luck would not last.

And it didn't.

Vynia executed a rather simple jab at one point, one designed for Siiri to pull her prize high up to avoid it getting impaled by the glaive, but she did not notice that the other woman had shortened the stab, only realizing it too late when Vynia delivered a second, a much quicker, slash with her weapon. The lizard's lower half fell on the jungle floor, spilling blood and entrails as it was completely severed right on the stomach by the keen weapon's edge. Only the lizard's head, still impaled on her dagger, and its two forelegs, remained with her. The sudden change in her burden's mass caught Siiri by surprise and she stumbled backward several steps, trying to understand what had just occurred. She found herself bumping her back against something solid and bulky. It had a little give though, as if she had run into someone's chest as she was backing away, and Siiri briefly wondered if her opponent had brought someone along with her.

The throaty growl that emanated from behind her told her that it wasn't the case. Acting purely on instinct now, Siiri dropped her dagger and dove to the side, her palms catching her as she hit the ground to execute a roll to get her even farther away. Slayer found itself in her hand even before her feet touched the jungle floor.

A few steps away, a seemingly humanoid creature, one of flesh and blood and yet had rocks of various sizes and shapes protruding from random points of its naked body, swiped at the space where Siiri had stood earlier. Bits of twigs and dried leaves, as well as other materials normally found on Falyndar's soil, numbered among the rocks embedded on the creature's body.

It was a yukman.

"Madini," Siiri uttered under her breath.

Their little tussle had apparently attracted the attention of the denizens of the jungle, and unfortunately, it was not from any of those natural predators that roamed the land. Siiri knew that yukmen hardly traveled alone. She was certain that she and Vynia were likely surrounded these abominations.

As Siiri adjusted her hold on her massive weapon into a two-handed grip, her gaze flicked to the other Myrian, passing a questioning look that asked what she had planned for this unfortunate turn of events. The woman could easily gather the fallen carcass of the lizard now and leave Siiri to face this threat alone.

OOCChanged the description of the yukman as per Tarot's clarification.
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[Flashback] Bite me (Vynia)

Postby Vynia on October 31st, 2011, 2:44 pm

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As Vynia delivered the dance of jabs, thrusts, and swings, the other Myrian woman’s words sunk deep into her heart and bit out a huge chunk. Why don’t you just accept the fact that you’ve lost? It was something Feritas had said to her once. Even her own sister still haunted her to this day, her words a constant reminder of her poor performance and tactics. The other woman couldn’t have known what she said had infuriated her for this reason alone, but it shone in her eyes that she was unleashing a rage. Never in her life had she been so determined to beat anyone besides her sister. She wanted nothing more than to slice the grin off this woman’s face, take the prize, and eat it before her. And yet, at the same time, she found herself marveling at the grace and agility of her elusive maneuvers. One day, she told herself, one day she would be able to perform as deadly as this woman was.

And then, as Vynia threw a staccato thrust towards the other woman, she lifted the lizard high into the air. Quickly, almost too frantic, she slashed at the prize. She hadn’t expected to clip it, but she had, right across the stomach. It fell with a heavy plop, and for a moment, Vynia could only stare at the lizard, and then back at the other woman, and then back at the lizard, with a dumbfounded expression. Had she really managed to nab this chunk of the prize? Before the other woman would have the chance to think, she swung the glaive and impaled it to the ground, right through the center, with the pike end of the weapon. Standing proudly with a hand on her hip, she smiled widely and laughed. And then she noticed, standing behind the other woman, the massive… thing.

The smirk slid from Vynia’s face as other woman tumbled and rolled away defensively. As the earthy foe stood before them, she looked to Siiri for some trace as to what she should do. The lizard lay limp under her blade, and the other woman was grasping her own weapon, poised to defend herself. Vynia groaned as she pulled her weapon from the crust of the earth and tossed the lizard out of the way for the time being. True, she had fought this woman for the kill, but she couldn’t consciously run and let one of her own fight alone. It wasn’t honorable by any means.

”What is this, and how do we make it go away?”


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Postby Siiri on November 1st, 2011, 10:16 am

"That," Siiri replied in a strained voice, "is a problem."

Several more growled, slightly high-pitched that the sound was almost keening, echoed all around them, proving the Snapping Jaws warrioress' earlier assumption that this particular yukman was not alone. They never were. The abominable creatures were often spawned in large groups, anywhere between twenty to fifty per band, though fortunately, the thick vegetation of the jungle prevents them from congregating into too big a group and Myrian patrols oftentimes could easily deal with them by picking them off with long range weapons or ambushes. Siiri herself had encountered them in her many forays out into the wilds with her fang, and her fang leader, Eena, favored hit and run tactics to whittle the creatures' numbers into a more manageable size before wiping them out with an all out onslaught.

Neither of those strategies would help them now, Siiri realized, for they were just two Myrians against however many yukmen there were lurking in the surrounding foliage. One on one, the abominations were no match against Myrian might, for claws could not hold back edged steel. Even with the rocks and bits of wood that were embedded on some parts of their bodies, functioning almost as good as any armor,they could still be easily hurt with weapons when they were hit on vulnerable points parts of their anatomy. But it was their sheer numbers that made them a legitimate threat to anyone who ventured out in the jungle. If these monsters charged at her and the other Myrian en masse? That would be trouble.

It was odds the tactician in Siiri did not like, but then the fighter in her, the blood-thirsty savage that yearned for battle welcomed the challenge of seeing if she could wipe out a horde of the things - a foolish thing, for she would likely tire first and become overwhelmed before she could reduce the yukmen's numbers in half, even with the other Myrian there to help her - if she was going to help her. Maybe the woman would just watch Siiri's foolishness.

The two sides of the warrioress warred inside her, the pragmatic strategist and the fighter that lusted for combat. Perhaps it was her stubborn side that rooted for the fighter, for it was that side of her that eventually won out the internal struggle. A different kind of grin lit her lips now, one that was a far cry from the playful and teasing smile she had used to taunt the other other Myrian earlier. This one was twisted and predatory, baring her teeth as her mouth curved into the shape of a crescent. Somehow, it seemed to animate the angry scar that marred the left side of her face, lending her features an air of malevolence. Enemies who beheld that expression knew that it promised death.

"Hey. Myrian," Siiri called at the glaive-wileding woman who shared her current predicament. Siiri did not look at her however, her eyes roving here and there as she took in their immediate surroundings. Already she noted another yukman emerging from the left of the other Myrian, and another had just broken through the foliage, promptly joining the one Siiri had bumped into earlier. The rustling of leaves and the crunching of dead branches underfoot indicated the presence of many more beyond the three, lurking in the underbrush.

"I don't know who trained you, but you should know how we deal with problems like this," Siiri commented as she raised Slayer to level the weapon's quillon with her shoulder. That twisted grin remained on her lips as she spoke. She found the other woman's question about making the yukmen go away rather silly. Why drive them away when there was a fight to be had?

"With violence and finality!"

Siiri leapt at the two yukmen, her greatsword leading in a wide and sweeping arc.

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You can control how your PC fights with the Yukmen, as long as your play to your skill level. For now there just the one approaching Vynia from the left (since Siiri decided to take the two), though there should be about twenty more hidden in the foliage. Shouldn't be a problem for two Myrians if they use their heads, and skills, together. :)


OOC NoteEdited description of the yukman here again.
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Postby Vynia on November 1st, 2011, 3:21 pm

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Vynia’s throat was lodged with what felt like a rock. The strain in the other Myrian’s voice made her unsure of her own abilities to keep up to fell these burdensome creatures. The growls, high-pitched and annoying, clawed through the air around them. She cringed at the sound, and cursed the situation for turning itself around on them. With no other Myrians around to aid them, they would have to reduce these devils to dust as quickly as possible, before the horde of them came along. Gripping the polearm, she clenched her fist around the weapon to find a comfortable balance.

As Vynia looked over to this Myrian woman, now her one and only ally, she noted the warred expression on her face. It twisted as she scanned the environment with keen, intelligent eyes, evaluating the situation at hand. The realization came to her then, that the other Myrian hadn’t intended to kill her, just tease and win the prize. But these creatures? They would take blood, for certain. The familiar sensation of curdling anger swelled in her chest. Milking every bit of it, she summoned the feelings within to fuel the battle that was about to ensue.

Siiri charged the two yukmen on her end, swinging her sword in a magnificent and deadly manner. Without a moment’s hesitation, Vynia pivoted her ankle and twisted her body to face the approaching yukman on her left. She took a running start and bounded to a large rock. Leaping upon it for a better aim at the thing’s head, she swung. Expecting the blade of her glaive to slice through the beast like autumn leaves, she was shocked when the steel rebounded off a rather hefty rock embedded in its neck. Using the force of her swing, she twisted around to the yukman’s side, searching desperately for a weak point. As she did, it swung an arm out and slammed it into the side of her shoulder, tossing her aside. Vynia pushed herself up off the ground and twisted her glaive to deliver the same series of attacks at the yukman as she had to Siiri. The jabs were harder this time, intended to injure and kill.

Truth be known, she had never been pitted against a yukman before, and hadn’t the slightest idea of how to kill it. She hoped Siiri would give her some sort of idea of a specialized way to fell them. Until then, it was all trial and error, which would eventually whittle down her stamina and performance.


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Postby Siiri on November 2nd, 2011, 2:07 pm

The first yukman moved to intercept Siiri, its talon-like fingers eagerly reaching out for her, opening and closing in anticipation of rending her flesh to pieces. It soon changed its mind however, when the keen edge of the Myrian's greatsword sheared through its limb, cleanly severing its hand by the wrist. The grisly body part fell on the jungle floor, its digits still twitching involuntarily. Dark blood sprayed from the wound, black under the shadow of the trees' canopy above, and the yukman clutched the bloody stump close to its chest, its inhuman face frozen into a rictus of pain.

Bet that hurt, Siiri thought.

The Snapping Jaws warrioress recalled then how slightly different it was dealing with these creatures as compared to enemies that were rational and sane. She was not exactly sure if these creatures even knew of the fear experienced by, say, a human or a Charoda, when facing a Myrian. They were crude creatures, almost like animals - mindless and too stupid to realize that their natural weapons were no match against the sharpened blades wielded by their foes. Perhaps it was their confidence in the natural armor they possess, but they approached and flung their limbs fearlessly and with no regard whether it may end up decapitated or not. The rocks and other foreign objects embedded in random parts of their frames functioned as protection, as Vynia found out when her glaive struck something solid in her opponent's body. They still suffered from traumatic enough blows similar to the ones inflicted by Siiri though, but they were much hardier due to the unique properties of the bodies of these magically spawned creatures.

Still, the fact did not deter Siiri from pressing her attack. Even before the yukman recovered from the blow, she was right in its face, her blade careening towards the creature's neck in a horizontal swipe. The yukman ducked just in time to avoid its head from getting decapitated from the rest of its body. The move was a ruse by the crafty warrioress though, as her lead leg shot out into a vicious front kick, smashing the yukman's knee inward and bending it in a direction it did not normal go. The creature fell on the ruined limb, vulnerable now for a more devastating attack, but its companion was by its side before Siiri could do anything more than to kick it on its face. She was forced to dodge as the second yukman swiped at her.

Risking a glance at the other Myrian, Siiri noted the initial hesitation in the woman's movements, though she soon overcame this after the yukman she was facing connected against her shoulder. The woman executed a series of rapid jabs at the monster, the same move she had pulled against Siiri earlier, though there was the intention to kill with every jab of her glaive now. Siiri grinned despite the grimness of their situation.

This Myrian has a lot of spunk in her, she thought. She'll need it to get through this group. We both will.

Ducking from another swipe by the yukman that pursued her, Siiri shouted at Vynia: "Use crushing attacks on the bastard! Cuts from slashes don't do too well against these pests!"

And pests they were, at least in Siiri's eyes. She saw them as nothing more than an infestation that had to be exterminated, abominations that wrought nothing but destruction in their wake. Brought to life by the magic that lingered throughout the land by the upheaval caused by the Valterrian, yukmen were birthed by the land itself. They were creatures that took the form of the people inhabiting the region where they were spawned, grotesque caricatures of Myrians. Unlike the living beings they were trying to imitate however, the yukmen's bodies were fashioned from substances that composed the very earth.

The Snapping Jaws warrioress followed her own advice, shifting the grip on Slayer so that one hand held it on the hilt while another the other gripped the ricasso, which allowed her to wield the weapon much like a polearm. This had the benefit of making her swings much shorter but still delivering the same wide sweeps she was used to executing. Such required less exertion from her while dishing out the same amount of damage.

Siiri swung hard, batting at the yukman as if her greatsword was a club. She managed to clip it on the side of the head and sent it staggering, though not before its sharp talons raked against her unprotected upper arms. She felt droplets of a sticky liquid dribbling down to her elbows and she did not have to glance to where she was hit to know that she was bleeding. It did not matter however, not to her. The battlelust had not left her yet.

But two more yukmen entered the fray, bursting from the foliage to join their brethren.

OOCApologies if I sound repetitive in some parts of this post, I had to write this while tending to my son. >.<

Edit NoteEdited the description again. I may have missed some parts though.
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Postby Vynia on November 3rd, 2011, 2:25 pm

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Stealing glances at Siiri while dodging swipes from the talons of the yukman proved difficult for Vynia, but she was desperately looking for a suitable way to dispatch this burdensome earth monster. She heard the thud as the severed hand of Siiri’s yukman plopped to the ground. That was it! Sever their limbs! Even as she thought it, the yukman grabbed the end of her glaive’s shaft and swung her into a nearby tree trunk. More angered now than she had originally been, she snatched the polearm from its gruesome claws, and pivoted, rolling with her back to the thin tree trunk, to the other side. As she moved, she twisted the glaive and gained momentum. The yukman went to chase her around the tree, but she caught up behind him, and slammed the razor sharp blade of her glaive vertically into the creature’s shoulder, nearly separating it where it joined the torso. The thing screeched, and turned back to face her, using it’s only useful arm to swing and slash at her like a mad tiger. She smirked at finally feeling like she had accomplished something against this fiend.

Vynia flipped the glaive and stabbed at the yukman’s pitiful arm, impaling it on the end, and ripped it off to the side. The arm fell like a rotted tree branch to the ground. She stabbed again at the thing’s face, knocking it off balance. As it stumbled, she slashed it the creature’s head, splitting it wide. It was then that she heard the second pair of yukmen burst into the makeshift arena. She turned and watched as they screeched and wailed their annoyingly high pitched cries.

A searing pain shot up into her left calf. With a growl, she jumped back away from the yukman on the ground behind her. It had reached out with its greedy hands and took a chunk out of the hide on the back of her leg. She stabbed down on the thing’s hand, severing it as she had its other arm. Another swing and slash cut the head from the creature’s torso, and she angrily kicked its head and sent it rolling. Her toes hurt, but it was the least of her worries as the other two yukmen approached. She yelled at one of them, catching its attention. Taking a defensive stance, she lured it away from its companion.

She stepped backwards as it gained speed and charged her, putting a little distance between them. At the last minute, she sidestepped and slashed at it as it ran past, clipping it in the back of neck. The glaive began to feel heavy in her arms, fatigue setting in. She knew too many more of these things would be a bad thing. How was the other Myrian woman faring?


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Postby Siiri on November 4th, 2011, 11:13 pm

The predatory grin remained stamped on Siiri's face despite the wound inflicted on her arms by the yukman. It hardly hurt, the adrenaline pumping through her veins warding off the sensation of pain, and the warrioress knew that such superficial injuries would not deter her. Only the most grievous of wounds would. But Siiri felt invincible right there and then, believing that these lesser creatures would be no match against the lifelong training she had received, nor against the finely crafted greatsword in her hands.

She barreled through the yukman before it could recover, dipping one shoulder low and ramming it against the creature's midsection. The yukman was solidly built however, and it only staggered backward some more rather than topple to the ground outright. But such was not Siiri's intention anyway - not yet at least. Dropping into a crouch as soon as she connected, both to avoid any return swipes from the monster as well as to properly brace herself, Siiri wrapped one arm around the yukman and before tensing her powerful legs, lifting it up and over her back to dump it the earth. There was a loud thud as it crashed to ground in a heap. Not giving it the chance to scramble back to its feet, Siiri turned quickly and brought her greatsword crashing down on the creature's cranium. Powered by both her perfectly honed muscles and her own Goddess' gnosis mark which blessed Siiri's weapon arm with speed and deadly accuracy, Slayer's keen edge bit deeply and easily through the yukman's head, splitting it down the middle. The blade got stuck halfway through but Siiri merely planted a booted foot against the dead thing's ruined face to yank out the weapon in a gory mess.

Her situational awareness was at its peak now and she sensed that the yukman she had downed earlier, the one whose knee she had shattered, was shambling towards her. She turned towards it and, utilizing the longer reach of Slayer, Siiri swatted at its limbs, deflecting its grasping hands with the blade before they could claw at her and injure her any further. With the creature's front now exposed and vulnerable, Siiri lashed out at it with her foot, her leg shooting up in a front kick that had her heel connecting against the yukman's chin. Its head snapped back and she heard a distinct clamping sound as the monster's mouth was forcibly slammed shut by the blow. The yukman crumpled to the ground, dead or unconscious.

Siiri would have delivered another killing strike then but she heard the other Myrian's grunt of pain as the woman suffered from a hit from one of the other yukmen.

No good, Siiri thought, quickly analyzing the situation. The other woman was not as experienced as her in dealing with multiple opponents and it was obvious that she was beginning to tire even after just facing against those she was currently fighting with. And there were likely more yukmen all around them. Stand and fight, or flee?

What a stupid question...


Siiri shook her head at the ridiculous thought. She never fled, never in battle. Pausing only long enough to violently smash the heel of her boot once, twice, three times against the downed yukman's throat ("Just to make sure it's dead," she thought), Siiri rushed to the other Myrian, placing herself behind the woman in order to cover up her vulnerable blind spots.

"Back to back!" she ordered over her shoulder even as she jabbed ahead with her blade to keep one of the yukmen at bay. Being able to protect each other's backs, they could surely make a stand now.

Five more yukmen then burst out into the clearing.

Okay, so maybe a tactical retreat to a more defensible position won't be so bad right now...

"Keep them away with your longer reach,"
Siiri muttered to the other Myrian behind her. "If one comes too close, turn to your left."

To illustrate what she meant, Siiri positioned her right arm slightly back so that it was pressed against the back of Vynia's left arm. Any pressure the other woman applied to it with her own arm, Siiri would take as a signal for them to circle counterclockwise in order to switch position. Siiri would then deal with the enemies Vynia was facing initially and vice versa. It would prove a good tactic to keep the yukmen off balanced, for they wielded their weapons and executed their attacks differently, and by constantly switching positioned, the beasts would be forced to deal with varying angles of attacks coming from them.

Now Siiri only had to hope that her counterpart understood her...
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Postby Vynia on November 6th, 2011, 7:16 pm

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Vynia nearly swung a fist at the other Myrian woman when she felt her back bump against her own. She growled low at first, but caught on. Back to back, they stood together as one being, a defensive and offensive entity against the yukmen surrounding them. As the woman barked orders, Vynia decided it was no time to argue or compromise. She swung the rigid blade of her glaive out and caught a yukman in the neck. Stepping forward just far enough to plant a foot in the thing’s chest, she shoved it off of her blade, severing its head as she did. Twirling the polearm, she used the pike end to stab at an oncoming pair of yukmen. One slashed relentlessly, like a mad windmill, as the other screeched at her, trying to find an opening. Unable to keep the pair at bay any longer, she pushed against Siiri, pivoting her to face the two yukmen. Nervously, she utilized the tactics that Siiri had advised, slashing and slicing at vulnerable, vital parts of the yukmen’s bodies. She aimed to sever limbs, including heads, but was not above delivering an occasional kick to try and knock the creatures off balance. One actually tumbled backwards over another felled yukmen. With a high swing, she brought the glaive down onto the beast’s head repeatedly. Angrily, she lashed out at anything that drew too close, and tried her hardest to keep the feral monsters at bay.

As her arms began to tire, she pushed them to their very extent. Unfortunately, the fatigue that was setting in caused her movements to become sloppy and less effective. Several times, a yukman from the side would breach her defense manage to slice through the skin and meat of her arms or sides. These lacerations began to add up and take their toll, slowly, but surely. She swung the pike end out and jabbed straight through the throat of a yukman, and jerked the blade sideways and out of the thing’s body. The head fell to the ground and rolled along. How many more of these beasts were there? And when would they stop coming?


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Postby Siiri on November 7th, 2011, 1:43 am

The other Myrian was quick to pick up Siiri's proposed tactics and the two of them worked in concert to put up a defensive stand against the quickly increasing numbers of the yukmen. Every time one got too close to Vynia, she would press to Siiri's right and the more experienced warrior would turn the opposite way, easily picking off the enemies the other Myrian left off with powerful slashes of her greatsword. Siiri did not leave her foes free to attack Vynia as she settled in to where Siiri stood just moments before however; at every opportunity, Siiri would kick on an exposed knee or slash the thigh of a yukmen that came too close, doing her best to hobble them and leave them exposed for Vynia to finish. Tough as they were, and their bodies may not be as vulnerable as flesh, but Siiri figured that their bodies were build the same way as a humanoids, with joints and whatever served as tendons and muscles for them that allowed them to articulate their limbs. These areas where the ones she targetted and exploited, hamstringing them and shattering kneecaps and dislocating shoulders with heavy blows from Slayer.

Effective as they were though, press of their foes as more joined the fight was beginning to take a toll on the two Myrians. Siiri could feel Vynia receiving hits with every accidental bump on her, and she herself suffered cuts from swipes of the yukmen's sharpened nails on her arms and legs. One even got close enough to attempt to bite at her wrist, but Siiri made it pay by punching it in the mouth with the quillon of her greatsword before swiftly snatching one of the daggers bound on her hips and burying it to the hilt under the creature's chin. The yukman fell limp from the fatal stab and almost dragged the Myrian down with it before she could recover her weapon.

We need to get out - we need to get out of here NOW! Siiri thought desperately. There seemed to be no end to the yukmen's numbers.

Pivoting to the where the press of them was thinnest, Siiri smashed through their ranks with a wide sweeping arc of her greatsword, beheading one of the monsters in the process and, the blade hardly slowed by the yukman's decapitation, biting deep into the side of another. Siiri was forced to elbow the dying creature in the face and plant her boot on its chest to pull her weapon out, and the delay left her to endure being clawed from the sides. She grunted in pain but did not pause long enough to retaliate, reaching behind her to drag Vynia away.

"Run...RUN!" she gasped, as she stumbled forward herself, falling on one knee for just a moment. There before her was her dagger, half the lizard's body still embedded on its serrated blade. Siiri picked it up and whipped it about, the momentum of the move propelling the partial carcass to be hurled at the nearest yukman. It hit the yukman square on the face, stunning it momentarily. It gave her just enough time to get back on her feet and run after the heels of the other Myrian.
Apologies to everyone I'm threading with, but it's like the Danaides for me right now.
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[Flashback] Bite me (Vynia)

Postby Vynia on November 7th, 2011, 6:37 pm

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Vynia’s momentum was thrown off as the other Myrian woman grabbed her arm and sprinted forward. The woman fell to a knee, and for a moment, her mind flashed to the two halves of the reptile. Rather that testing her luck, she sprang forward through the forest, glaive in hand. Only the shortest of moments passed before she heard Siiri’s footfall catch up to her own. Vynia ran, pumping her legs to carry her far and fast, away from the grasp of the ferocious yukman army. The harder she ran, the more tired she became, and the only thing keeping her going was the adrenaline coursing through her every vein. She wove like a slithering serpent through the trees and underbrush. Paying no mind to the direction in which she was headed, she was unsure of her exact whereabouts. Instead she hoped that the other Myrian could lead them out of the jungle.

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