Eye to Ball Coordination [Ball]

by **Markus Andres** on July 16th, 2013, 7:00 pm

The little Pycon first ran over to his wounded companion and Markus felt pity for the poor creature. He might not like the idea of Pycons tainting the proud knights by being admitted, but he wasn't a cruel person and his respect for the littly creature grew immensely when he went for his companion before attacking Markus. Showed the creature knew compassion. Although he had a hard time grasping that the clay that moved before him was a thinking and sentient thing. People had told him so and he felt little need to dispute their claims. This creature, if anything, had just irrevocably proven that they were capable of great emotions. One of the more common ones, would be directed at Markus in a moment. Anger and hate. For the Pycon turned to him and Markus knew the thing, although hard to read, wasn't going to offer him cake and a mug of ale. Markus focused inwards. He had to be ready for this thing when it struck. Markus' tactical mind had gone through his options and the only viable tactic had been flux.

By now, Markus had realized that this little creature was capable of insane acceleration, or rather, dashes of speed. First time he had been unprepared for the attack, second time he had noticed the speed. It was rather terrifying, to be honest. The thing was a valid weapon or help. But not a full knight.

Markus just awaited that moment where the creature would propel itself at him at a great speed. Markus had two areas where he had to protect himself. His head, as it was not covered by any armour and his knees/legs, because further injury to them would be detrimental to his further survival. To Markus this wasn't a spar, it was a fight of survival. He had intended to spar with the creature, but he wasn't sure if the Pycon understood that, the ferocity with which the Pycon had struck thus far, indicated something different.

The flux needed a direction and Markus needed to know which muscles to empower. Was he going to counter the attack when it was made, or just going to dodge it. He knew the angle of attack was simply straight on him from the front. Which made dodged, from a sitting position, quite impractical. But countering such a quick and devastating attack? Impractical, at best, suicidal if not done right. The idea was simple? Offer up his right leg as an easy target and prepare from there?

Petch it, stop thinking and just DO IT!

The entity known as Ball attacked just then. His aim was for Markus' right leg. Or, something in that direction. Both Markus' legs laid flat down and dug into the snow. Avoiding the initial strike and Ball continued. Markus' control over any djed he had gathered dissipated and the energy just went back into the system. Markus had not enough control over the energy to use it in a pinch. But the counter attack. Markus' right hand slamming in the direction of the creature. Where Markus' dented right leg had been worked spectacularly. In the fashion that Markus was certain that the gauntlet and padding had saved his hand from being obliterated by the impact. But Markus felt the sting. Like his middle-finger knuckle had just been dipped in lava. It was that finger's gauntlet that had taken the brunt of the force. But that had not been enough, for Markus finger was most definitely dislocated and Markus felt the pain from that clearer than even the frozen ground numbing his buttocks.

"Arghh, shyke. Stand down petching Pycon. We can resume this shyke later, for now. I need to get your dog to the healers." Markus would hold up his other hand in a flat way, hoping the squire would understand the halt sign.

by **Ball** on July 22nd, 2013, 3:25 pm

Ball understood the gesture that Markus was using well enough and instead of unleashing another torrent of clay fury the pycon remained in his place; his nexus was spinning with anger, nausea, and pain… The last impact again Markus’s finger was a good one, Ball didn’t know how to respond to the feelings he was dealing with and thus he allowed the Knight to dictate what was going on.

When Markus spoke of taking his mount to the healers Ball wobbled back enough to allow the knight to stand and walk towards the dog. The good thing about Ball having zero facial features was his actions, thoughts, and emotions were hidden from the viewer, this allowed for Ball to have some small element of surprise. The pycon squire watched, without saying a word as Markus did what he needed to do, he was ready though at any sign of aggressive behavior towards either himself or his mount.

Still spinning mentally the pycon was a bit slowed in his reactions to things, so that would suck for Ball if Markus decided to dole out some punishment right then. As it was though, Ball didn’t think the man would, he may not like Ball, but the pycon had a pretty good feeling that the Knight’s talk of taking the dog to the healers was truthful.

Created goes to Arandolya

by **Markus Andres** on August 8th, 2013, 1:58 pm

Markus bit his teeth together and ignored the very real shot of pain as he pushed himself up on his feet. The little creature had not continued its attack. But Markus couldn't understand the creature, much less read it's intentions from its stance. To all intent and purposes, to Markus, this was a piece of clay. Markus could not understand the emotions or intentions of the clay. But it did not attack. Markus was on his feet again and more parts of him hurt than he'd like to admit.

He wondered if the clay perhaps had stood down because it had been injured by Markus' punch? But then again, it didn't look like any damage had been done. Once again, the problem with it being clay and his innate ability to not read it, played a huge factor here. The creature could be on the verge of dying and Markus wouldn't have a clue. His attention shifted from the squire made of clay, to the dog. He ignored the pain in his legs and the gnawing metal as he rushed over to the dog. It was breathing. He could mainly tell from the sad whimpering sounds it made. The sounds struck deep into his heart and he felt like an ass. He would dig both hands below the dog and pick it up.

"It is going to be okay. Don't you worry." He tried to speak in a comforting manner, but the recent fight and the pain he felt himself made it sound more pained than comforting. Markus stood up with the dog in his hands. The dog had noticed who had picked him up and it's teeth tried to gnaw through the softer armour on his palms. Simple leather. The dog still had fight in him. His head spun around, trying to remember the shortest and fastest way to the healers. He stood still. He didn't want to make a bad call. The life of the creature in his arms depended upon it. A particular painful yelp had him wince and he just chose the direction he was the most familiar with. Better to run an extra hundred meters than spend chimes lost taking a shortcut.

"Keep up Ball!" Markus would yell over his shoulder as he ran.

by **Ball** on August 13th, 2013, 12:37 pm

Of course the dog was going to bite and flail as Markus picked him up, the damnable knight PUNCHED him. It wasn’t going to forget anytime soon and Ball had a feeling Markus wouldn’t either. When the knight took off running Ball went to mount his faithful dog-mount and realized it wasn’t there, instead he was the urgency in this situation. Standing there stunned slightly he turned and pulling in his tentacles started rolling quickly after Markus.

Rolling was the fastest form Ball could manage for movement; it was also the one that required the least amount of concentration. All he had to do was pull in tentacles and push off at the same time, after that he just had to remember to keep his tentacles in… Gravity and the sloped land did the work for him. Sure he had to move left or right every so often to dodge trees, roots, rocks, and other various obstacles. Yet several times he got lucky and was able to launch himself into the air but using small snow drifts that have built up a slope on the side facing him, these little airborne moments gave Ball a chance to relax, allow his tentacles to slump outward before having to pull them back in and keep on rolling.

He was still several yards behind Markus when they would reach the city of Mura and their order of healers, Ball would also be crazy exhausted and he was sure that his mount wasn’t enjoying his mode of transportation either.

Created goes to Arandolya

by **Markus Andres** on August 17th, 2013, 3:11 am

Markus had not expected he would be semi-running and semi-halting through Mura, carrying a wounded dog who was using him as a chew toy. The sounds shifting between angry growls and whimpering sounds. Into the city he ran. Realizing he had left the sword behind in the snow. Including his dagger. He shook his head. The dog was much more important. He might treasure the sword as an heirloom, but he would always put a living creature before material goods. As the adrenaline of the fight started to wear down. The injuries started to make their presence known more aggressively. He felt a constant warm fuzzy feeling from his right hand. But that feeling only existed inbetween the horribly jolts of pain from the dislocated finger. Both his legs ached from the fight. Markus best get a good healer, or spend several days in bed doing little more than rest.

Markus threw a look over his shoulder when he was on a straight part of the road. Seeing the odd way Ball moved himself around. The was mystified Markus and managed to make him understand the creature even less. He shook his head and bit his teeth together. Ignoring the pain. The odd sight of Ball had managed to relieve him of the pain for a moment as his brain had been too dumbfounded to pay attention to the pain. It had been a blissful second. He almost managed to run right past the opal temple. Markus stopped. Almost fell in the slippery snow and slush. He stepped through the entrance. Before the Konti lady could start asking her practised routine Markus spoke.

"Can you help this dog? Been punched in the stomach by a moronic knight." The fact that Markus stood there, wearing full armour and was, to his knowledge, the only knight on the whole island. Made it quite obvious who he was speaking about. Markus grimaced in pain as he placed the dog on her table. "Or do you know where someone can take care of him?" The woman took the dog. Markus watched, enviously, as she was not bitten in the fingers by the injured dog.

OOCFeel free to play the part of the nurse/whatever. Or just skip the time. Or. What you want to do! =)

by **Ball** on August 19th, 2013, 4:10 pm

Ball snorted as Markus called himself a moronic knight, Got that right. The end results was that the healer was able to help the dog, but it wasn’t an easy task. It took several chimes, but in the end the poor dog came bounding out of the back room and nearly rolling over Ball in excitement.

The smile that graced the spherical being’s mouth was one of happiness, the previous suppose to be spar became a beating match was forgotten. Ball shifted his body to look up at the knight, “Da.Ank.Yu.” [‘Thank you.’] If Ball could cry he probably would right now, the excitement he was feeling could be seen rippling his tentacles and the smile being the most visible appearance of it all.

He is okay. Ser Pycon did good. He first hurt dog-mount. Then he saves dog-mount. Ser Pycon gives harsh lesson, will learn to be more obedient. Ball vowed to himself before he lead the dog from the healer’s domain back out to the frozen pathway before it. It had been a long day thus far, having no clue how long has passed time wise since they started.

It didn’t matter, Ball was in no mood to resume their combat training, he was exhausted and in pain… he was sure the knight’s body was protesting the pain it was dealt. Ball knew if he bruised, his body would show it all over. Metal was not something he should keep hitting repeatedly, it was not very forgiving.

“Oh. Yur.Sow.Ur.Da.”[‘Oh, your sword.’] Ball remembered the longer bladed weapon, but completely forgot about the dagger… Probably cause he almost got crushed underneath the sword and not the dagger.

Created goes to Arandolya

by **Markus Andres** on August 23rd, 2013, 12:14 am

Markus carried his right hand gauntlet in the left hand. Because his right hand had just gotten it's middle finger reset and mended the best they could. Still. Would take time before the bone and joint were connected as one again. Time that Markus would be forced to spend on not-training. Which meant chasing ladies and making sure Nira didn't open her big mouth about the Windoak to every Konti lady she met. That was almost a full time job in itself.

He looked as the little dog came out from the room. Markus let a sigh of relief escape his lips. Killing that innocent would have been another mark on his consciousness. Another sin he had to forget. Markus pushed those thoughts aside, not in the mood for more depressing thoughts. Just sitting, relaxing, had helped tremendously with his legs. Markus' brows furrowed when the squire looked up at him. At first not understanding. Da.Ank.Yu. He tilted his head for a moment before his brain kicked in. Thank you!

"It was the least I could do. He didn't deserve any of it. I am sorry this was even necessary." Markus replied solemnly as he got back up on his feet again. There was a protest from the right one. The one that had been hit the worst, but it was abysmal compared to earlier. Leaving the healer's office with a wave and a thankful smile after paying for the treatment should she demand that from him. Markus was tired. Happy, but tired. Happy that ball's mount was okay, tired of being in pain. Markus looked to the pycon again when he spoke once more. This time a bit easier to understand, mainly because Markus had thought of the same earlier. He had left his sword and dagger out in the snow. He hadn't seen many Konti children on the island, but he still wasn't comfortable with them lying out there. Plus, he felt naked without his bastard sword by his hip.

"Don't worry about it, I'll go get it. You get... What's his name... Your dog. Anyhow, get him back home and let him get some warmth and rest." The dog probably felt the best it ever had coming out of that healing ward. Markus, however, was not in the mood for more contact with the dog. A cruel reminder of his idiotic blood lust.

by **Traverse** on September 22nd, 2013, 9:34 pm

Between a Pycon and a Hard Place

The healer who emerged from the ward behind the little dog waved away any chance at payment. Whatever circumstances that had led the knight to injure the poor canine, and what a Pycon had to do with all of it...well it was beyond her for now, but the bandages and salve used for the injury were small in comparison to other patients, and the pup would be fine...as long as it wasn't punched so viciously again...

Ball :