No Guts, No Glory [Revy, closed]

In which Revy sets out to prove her mettle.

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Postby Traverse on July 14th, 2013, 5:16 pm

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The fang leader nodded at Revy's choice, picking up a battered but solid looking great sword for herself form the pile before sliding it over her shoulder, the razor tip hanging down low. The others found moth eaten cloths and long spoiled food, but apart from the weapons, little else of merit.

Kilith didn't speak, just gestured with her fingers for them to circle up and move out the way they came, but as Kazca approached the door an audible click resounded through the small room and suddenly in the doorway in which they had entered through appeared a slab of granite. There was no time to stop it, for the rock gave a single shudder and dropped into what surely had been grooves in either side of the door with a loud crash of rock slamming against rock. Firit cursed, but everyone else was deadly silent.

Of course it had been a trap.

Not skipping a beat Kilith began whispering orders. Kalsa, Kazca, circle the room, find me an exit, Firit, human, light us up with those torches and keep a wary eye. There must be some way for the Dhani to get in, and I do not want to be taken by surprise."

It was true, the room was dark with strange alcoves and alarmingly high ceilings. Perhaps Dhani could drop in from above, or slide in through some dark crevice. The three women started searching in the cracks and crannies, and after only about a chime...a strange thumping began that almost sounded like drums...reverberating through the stone walls that now trapped half of the fang.
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Postby Revy Hiroe on July 18th, 2013, 8:33 pm

The mercenary slid the daggers into her belt next to each other. She'd have to get two sheaths made for them as they still felt sharp. She was actually glad that she found something of use at least. This way she'd be more helpful to the Myrians as she would get more diverse in her fighting style. "Now I just need to train with em.", she thought to herself, "Shouldn't be too... "

The human's thoughts got interrupted as she heard something slide into the only way out. A trap.... of course. She should have bloody known. But was it built by the Dhani? She doubted that. From what she had seen so far, which is not too much, she doubted their intelligence in total. So she didn't think that they built this. But before she had a chance to think about what could've built this place, she got her orders from Kilith.

Light, they needed light if they were to fight in this place. It was a good thing that she had found torches among the loot here and without hesitation, she lit them using her own torch and spread them around the room to cover every place with light. "I bloody wonder who built this place. Can't imagine those petching snakes doin it.", she mumbled to herself while working with the torches.

As she was about to light the last torch and place it, the thumping started. A strange fear crept up on the mercenary. It was as if every fiber in her being was screaming out from the danger approaching, but she hid this fear as well as she could. The only thing that could betray her was her crooked smile and sweaty forehead. To at least give herself a little safer feeling, she drew her sword and grabbed one of the daggers from her belt. She left the shield and glaive on her back. The glaive, because it wasn't a large room with much mobility and the shield because she wanted to at least be a little quick on her feet. That thing weighed one side of her down quite a bit and well... that didn't give her a good feeling, not now a least.
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Postby Traverse on July 23rd, 2013, 5:08 pm

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Torches in every sconce available, the room was lit. The high vaulted ceilings still remained in treacherous shadows, but each wall became illuminated in yellow orange light, revealing strange half worn away carvings, and the remainder of the mostly useless containers strewn around the cavern.

The drumming seemed to grow, slowly, but steadily, until finally the stone around them shook ever so slightly with the vibrations of whatever was making the noise.

A different staccato sound broke through the rhythm, however, and was coming from the other side of the granite slab that had cut the fang in half. Muffled cries came from the other side, and it was fists that pounded on the stone. Kilith jogged to the rock and put her ear to the stone. She tapped a few beats of her own on one side, and the thumping stopped, taps returning. The fang leader cursed and backed away from the door, turning to watchful eyes.

"They're trapped as well."

"They probably watched us enter the caves." Kazca suggested. Kilith shrugged.

"Hardly matters now, does it?"

Room lit, seemingly no exits to be found, four Myrians drew to the center of the cavern, forming a circle facing outwards, Firit beckoning Revy to join them. An attack was surely coming, thumping growing louder still till dust began to leak from the cracks between stone, drifting down and forming clouds around the fang.

"Be ready." Was all Kilith said in way of advice.

And they most certainly were. All of a sudden the drumming stopped, and the silence was almost more alarming than the noise. Not a sound could be heard but for the shifting and breaths of whoever stood next to you, and for Revy that was Firit and Kilith, though the male was making the louder noises of the two.

There was the sliding of stone, but nowhere in sight was there an opening, and then a gust of wind blew threw the cavern, dousing the lights on all the torches.

And in the darkness the audible sound of scales whispering over stone could be heard, a hissing laughter echoing in the box Revy found herself trapped in.

And then the Dhani were upon them.

It was hard to say precisely how many there were, but someone screamed, and a body disappeared, a sound of cracking bones echoing throughout the cavern as a body split upon a pillar, and then a single light, lit by Kilith filled up a small spot of the room, and Revy could see a massive grey scaled Dhani charging her with a double headed axe in hand, swinging towards her midriff.

oocFeel free to roleplay out Revy's fighting with the Dhani, after you post I'll be illustrating what else is happening in the room while she's busy with this guy.
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Postby Revy Hiroe on August 13th, 2013, 8:38 pm

The woman didn't really think much as she lit the final torch. She was acting more by instinct then anything else. So even without Kilith saying it, Revy made her way to the group in the middle. She readied her weapons and focused. After all.... a trap meant danger, a lot of danger, since you wouldn't know where the enemy would come from, nor would you have much time to react.

Even though the people around her were talking, not much of it actually got through to the mercenary. All she was hearing right now was the sound of her own heartbeat and the steady beat of the drums. Even the color of her surroundings seemed to have left her sight. And then..... the drums stopped. And with them stopping, the human could feel her heart skip a beat. A gust of wind..... and there was no sight anymore. A scream and one of them was gone, dead most likely. Who it was, it didn't matter. Right now all that mattered was survival and victory over these slithering snakes.

Because she focused her will so completely, she was able to react almost instantly the moment she saw the Dhani charging for her. A swing for her midriff only found air to slice as the mercenary had ducked and rolled under it already, dragging her blade half across the snake's lower body. Though it didn't leave a large, nor deep cut, it was certainly annoying him as he hissed with anger, swinging his axe right after her.

However, the downwardly aimed chop hit the ground rather hard, instead of soft human flesh. Revy had pushed herself away from the snake yet again and found herself rather close to the wall now. But instead of registering it as a dangerous situation, she just looked at her opponent. This human was crazy. There were almost no emotions in her eyes. Normally the rare human that ventured into Falyndar was deathly afraid of Dhani. They'd run in fear and make good hunting sports. Yet why was this one not running? It all puzzled the Dhani and that made him furious.

And then the mercenary set in the attack herself as she saw the Dhani wait for only a split second. She went straight for him, her arm in front of her and her sword behind. Just as she reached him, she lashed out. A fast and vicious strike, that would most certainly leave a large wound if it were to connect. But it found the axe blocking it's path. The Dhani then aimed a punch straight for her face, wanting to knock her out so he could later enjoy torturing her, yet he felt a sharp pain coming from the cut delivered earlier. The human had kicked it and she was now at his back.

"Mistakes are punished.", she whispered as she planted her dagger right between the shoulderblades. They grey snake went crazy from the pain. Of course Revy wanted to get away, but because she was stupid enough not to lay her glaive to the side, the Dhani was able to grab it.
"Now I hasss you..... you sssstupid bitssssss.", he sissed at her.
Now the woman was in trouble. She was suspended in air, lifted by the glaive, and she couldn't get away. The only thing she could do, was draw her other dagger and plant it in the face of this monstrosity together with her sword. Reaching for the other dagger in her belt, she saw the weakening Dhani open it's mouth wide. Now that was something that just... REEKED. Oh the stench that came from it. Almost intuitively she stuck her sword right through the mouth palate.
And.... all movement in the Dhani just ceased for a second, before it started to thrash about, throwing the mercenary against a pillar, leaving her in a daze on the ground. Even though it thrashed about like that, it didn't last long. Within a chime it went down to the ground, dead as a nuit.

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Postby Traverse on August 24th, 2013, 2:18 am

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Around Revy, lights flickered, torches hastily lit, doused, then lit again. Screams and hisses permeated the darkness as she engaged with her large foe, and as the Dhani collapsed to the ground, a cry went up from behind her.

Kilith, covered in glistening black blood stood over her own Dhani corpse...which was also headless. She glanced over to Revy's kill and nodded. One other serpent was pinned against the wall by Firit, who looked more animal than man in that instant, a long spear that must have come fro the weapon's pile driving through the Dhani's throat.

If Revy glanced around she could see the source of his rage...for Kazca's limp and lifeless body lay upon the ground...and Kalsa's form, rent limb from limb, lined part of the wall and a series of old rotting crates.

"You will not esscape alive, rodentsss." The Dhani female hissed, her long tail thrashing out and grabbing for Firit. He snarled and shoved the spear head through her throat, ripping it out and slamming it again, harder up through her skull.

Brief, bloody, and heavy on the casualties the fight was over...well...at least this one. Kilith immediately went to the stone door. "Firit, help me." She barked, but the male Myrian might as well have been in another world at that point. The fang leader looked about ready to drag him from his sister's corpse herself, but instead she turned to Revy.

"Human, help me." She threw her a spear, having one in her hand. She had slipped the point of the weapon under the sliver of space between the stone that had dropped in the doorway and the floor. Clearly she was going to attempt to lever up the stone in order to escape back the way they came.

"Dira take our brothers and sisters down the peaceful stream to life again...and Kihala spare those on the other side..."

Her prayer was grunted as she wedge the spear head down and began to put her weight upon the shaft. She waited until Revy was in position before slowly pushing down simultaneously with her.

"If we don't get out now, we'll just be sitting monkeys for the next attack. Who knows how many they'll send."
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Postby Revy Hiroe on August 27th, 2013, 10:01 pm

After the Dhani had gone limp, the mercenary walked over to pull out her weapons. Luckily both of them had survived the thrashing of the beast, but they were dirty with blood. If they were able to absorb blood a little, they'd have been soaked. Only after she retrieved them, and put them back in her belt, did she look around. The cry hadn't even registered in her mind, mainly because she had been too focused on the Dhani in front of her.

Kilith had killed a Dhani too, and Firit... wait, was that an animal? After blinking, the woman noticed that it was just a myrian, but he seemed to be enraged. Why was he...... oh... Kazca.... and Kalsa... both dead. Even the human could feel anger boil in her veins. While she hadn't been particularly close to them, they felt like family nonetheless. The myrians just felt more like her people then her fellow humans ever did.

And then she got pulled out of her world when Kilith asked her to help, throwing her a spear. Oh right, they had to get out of here. She just hoped that the others were fine. She wasn't sure if she was going to stay calm if they too had taken a number of casualties.

Sticking the spear under the door, she began to lift it with Kilith. "I ain't inclined to stay here either. Don't wanna see more of you guys die, nor do I want to die. Death equals losing and I hate losing. Especially to these... creatures.", she pretty much spat out that last word. She hated Dhani, she hated them even more now. "I just hope that the others didn't have any casualties."
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Postby Traverse on September 2nd, 2013, 4:03 am

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Kilith grunted in response to Revy's sentiment and put her shoulder into wedging the spear in that small gap. There was sorrow in her heart, but whether it would diminish or grow when they opened this door, she was the fang leader and had to take charge of her fang mates. Her wiry muscles strained, dark eyes glancing over to see a similar look of determination on the human's face, and nodded with a sort of affirmation. She had very distinctly Myrian traits about her this one, something Kilith could respect and identify with...but that was neither here nor there.

A slow scraping noise lifted to both of their ears, but the door was heavy, and the spear shafts bending dangerously beneath the weight. Despite the potential for breakage, suddenly a third spear cut in between them, and an emotionless looking Firit had sunk his spear tip in the now larger gap and begun lifting upward with the two females. Kilith gave him a light punch and the male snorted. Such was sympathy exchanged between fangmates.

A voice called out to them from the other side.

"Kilith, is that you? We heard noises from the other side."

Kilith was opening her mouth to answer when a battle cry slid under the gap in the door, and the familiar sound of scales on floor hissed directly after it. More cries went up and a loud hiss and laughter followed. Their efforts went doubly to try to lift the massive hunk of stone, but suddenly something very large slammed against it. Firit's spear snapped, Kilith cried out and the foot and a half the three had gained was suddenly lost as the door came slamming down again.

"Well this is just petching perfect." Firit complained, but Revy could see his body freeze as he turned around.

"Quite the blood bath we have here." Said a scintillating voice from behind them.

It was just a single Dhani that stood their, black tail coiled artfully around her body as if she had been waiting there for bells. Yellow eyes stared hungrily at the three of them, and two massive hooked swords rested gently upon the ground, clasped in either of her claws hands.

Kilith had to grab Firit's shoulder to ensure he didn't charge head long into the female's clutches, and signaled with her fingers to surround the snake, Revy going around behind. The Dhani had other plans, however, and her tail uncoiled like a spring to bar their way.

"Ah, ah ah, we've only jussst met and you look ssso eager to ssslay me. I cannot blame you, but at leasst have the decency to plot my demisssse while my back iss turned....like thisss." She then very purposefully shifted her coils, torso twisting to face away form the three warriors.

And Firit, like a rabid Myrian Tiger dashed for her exposed back, leaping up into the air, both weapons aimed for her back even as Kilith screamed.

"NO YOU FOOL!"

She was like lightning, bottled and stored. The Dhani whipped around artfully, a single sword swiping the Myrian male out of the air. The curve of the blade pierced his stomach neatly, and her arm flung him almost lazily into a pillar, the stone cracking and a lifeless form slumping upon the ground. Kilith screamed through clenched teeth and gave Revy a look that said it all. She would pay.

Now the human just needed to find a way around that tail.

oocTake your time with this one, she's the boss fight after all, haha. Let's run this one like a fight with another PC.
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Postby Revy Hiroe on September 4th, 2013, 9:14 pm

It was only a slight relief as they slowly got some movement into the slab stone door. It felt really rewarding when Firit had decided to help them out. However... after all the progress they had made, something on the other side seemed to dislike it. Something slammed into it, breaking Firit's spear and the door came slamming down. This was just great.. really GREAT. Now they had...

The myrian male freezed... and a Dhani spoke. Without hesitation, the woman dropped her glaive and slid her shield on her arm. It was more out of instinct that she did it, then by actually thinking. Firit was enraged, which was to be expected. The other two myrians with them didn't breathe no more, nor would they ever do it again. That Dhani was far more scarier then the others. This one actually seemed like she had brains.

And then.. the Dhani worked her magic with her words. Firit charged her like an idiot and got himself killed. She felt remorse, more then she ever did for a man. Just like Kilith, she too wanted to make that petching monster drown in her own blood. The only problem she foresaw right now was that bloody tail of hers. How was she..... the woman had a shield. She could use it to catch a blow of that.... weapon and create an opening for the myrian to attack.

The problem she now had to face was to make sure that those damn blades weren't going to catch her. She quickly ran through the different scenarios she could think of. One; she'd pull the same stunt again, which the mercenary could easily defend against. Two; the snake would swipe the weapons in from both sides.... bad situation. Three; the Dhani would hook her shield and pull it away, clearing the way for an attack. The only really bad situation was the second. So she had to avoid it if possible.

The woman slowly walked to the side, as much as possible. So she could attack the Dhani where she could only use her right handed weapon. That way, the woman could block it more easily. Her priority right now was to draw out an attack, just so Kilith could get a shot at her safely.
And then she dashed, her shield covering the side of her face, while she held her longsword to the side. Just before she'd come into range, she stopped and ducked low because she knew an attack was incoming. The trick now was to properly block it.
If it didn't work and the Dhani didn't attack, she'd back away for now. She had to grab her concentration again then.
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Postby Traverse on September 8th, 2013, 10:05 pm

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"What issss thisss?" The female said curiously as Revy inched towards her, tower shield held up in a defensive position. It was not a traditional Falyndar weapon, that was for sure, and if it had made the Myrians traveling with Revy curious, it seemed doubly so to the Constrictor boring her steely gaze into the shield now.

"Isss it a turtle?" She asked sarcastically.

A delighted hiss slid out of the snake's throat as Revy charged, and the large serpents swung a hooked blade lazily at the shield, like a test of sorts. It was still a powerful blow, making the shield ring with the impact and the strength of it sliding up Revy's arm. Kilith took the opportunity provided to her, the Dhani's gaze slightly to the side, focused on the strange human, and dashed forward, drawing a sharp blade across the Dhani's tail only a few feet away from where it met her torso. The snake hissed in pain, but Kilith rolled neatly backwards directly following the attack. Two against one odds were not precisely in their favor, and the fang leader had to play it safe.

"I sssee, hit and run. Not very Myrian like iss it? But then again...you ssseem to have lost that advantage of numbersss you insectss alwaysss sseem to have." She glanced haughtily at the deep gash in her tail for a moment before swinging her tail around and catching Kilith at the ankles, making her topple, her neck twisting to focus back on Revy again, swinging one blade towards the shield in an attempt to hook it out of her hands.

Well...the tail was out of the way now...
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Postby Revy Hiroe on November 4th, 2013, 10:21 am

The blow was far heavier then she had expected, but still it wasn't enough to knock her off her feet, nor to make her drop her shield. "At least that bitch can swing a sword well.... but I gotta watch out for that hook.", she thought to herself as she watched Kilith spring into action. This fight was going to be easy if they would keep up this tactic.... or so Revy thought at least.

The moment the snake turned her attention to the myrian was when the mercenary quickly stepped inside of the snake's guard. She thrust her sword straight for the Dhani's belly, wanting to end this quickly, but saw the attempt of the her opponent just in time.
She twisted her back so that she could put her shield there where the hook was coming, and felt the impact reverberate throughout her arm again.

But now she had a clear shot at the other. She didn't bat an eye and slashed with her sword, wanting to cut the snake open from chest to hip... where ever that hip was.
"Gonna kill ya bitch, mark my words.", she hissed at the same time. But even though she had blocked one of the attacks, she kept an eye on the other arm as it would be fatal if that thing would get a grip on her.
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