08-14-2011, 04:57 PM
THIS. IS. SPARTA! >:O My next few posts have been specifically pre-plotted, so please no fighting interruptions ^^ I'll post when our pre-plotted fight has ended.
Their whole element of surprise--ruined by a pup. Wematin did not break his stride, but he did growl low in his throat as he heard the sounds of alarm reach a fever pitch. Soon the entire territory would be awake, and Wematin had almost reached the edge of the lake with another Guardian who went by the name of Wisteria. Much time had already passed since their arrival, and still the Manor was a fair ways away. The Galonv Adagatiya heard the noises of battle back by the canoes and hoped that those who had stayed could defend it well enough. Or rather, they better; it was their duty. Wisteria heard a noise off to the right and chased after it, and Wematin did not think it was wrong--or really care. At this point it was a fight, not a retrieval mission. The true Guardians from the Great Tribe were trained killing machines, so Wematin could only count on that the newer Guardians had been trained enough by him, Nahele, and Shadi.
The sound of clinking metal hit the secui man's ears, and very quickly he dove into the bushes to hide amongst the shadows like he was so skilled in doing. From birth he had been trained to do this duty, and he did not plan on messing up now. The clinking of metal was worrying--metal meant weapons and armor--and most of his Guardians were not as heavily equipped. Stealth, speed, and strength over burdensome equipment; that was the way he saw it. His brown eyes sought out the source of the noise in the darkness, the clinking getting louder and louder. Soon, a similarly black wolf came into sight, but Wematin was pleased to see Nahele send a soaring arrow towards the man who was geared with all the metal. Wematin did not see if the arrow hit or not, but in the moment of distraction that the other male experienced he leaped out, claws outstretched and a rumbling snarl released from his throat. His pounce landed straight on, pinning the metal man by the shoulders. Even though the man was huge, Wematin's secui body matched him in mass well enough to put up a fair fight.
His eyes saw the glint of a sword in the man's hand, but luckily it seemed to spin out of the man's hands out of his surprise. To get the upper hand, Wematin quickly speared his sharp jaws to disable the man's fighting ability--i.e., he bit the shoulder and clamped down hard. If he couldn't use his arm, he couldn't use the sword.
Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.
Their whole element of surprise--ruined by a pup. Wematin did not break his stride, but he did growl low in his throat as he heard the sounds of alarm reach a fever pitch. Soon the entire territory would be awake, and Wematin had almost reached the edge of the lake with another Guardian who went by the name of Wisteria. Much time had already passed since their arrival, and still the Manor was a fair ways away. The Galonv Adagatiya heard the noises of battle back by the canoes and hoped that those who had stayed could defend it well enough. Or rather, they better; it was their duty. Wisteria heard a noise off to the right and chased after it, and Wematin did not think it was wrong--or really care. At this point it was a fight, not a retrieval mission. The true Guardians from the Great Tribe were trained killing machines, so Wematin could only count on that the newer Guardians had been trained enough by him, Nahele, and Shadi.
The sound of clinking metal hit the secui man's ears, and very quickly he dove into the bushes to hide amongst the shadows like he was so skilled in doing. From birth he had been trained to do this duty, and he did not plan on messing up now. The clinking of metal was worrying--metal meant weapons and armor--and most of his Guardians were not as heavily equipped. Stealth, speed, and strength over burdensome equipment; that was the way he saw it. His brown eyes sought out the source of the noise in the darkness, the clinking getting louder and louder. Soon, a similarly black wolf came into sight, but Wematin was pleased to see Nahele send a soaring arrow towards the man who was geared with all the metal. Wematin did not see if the arrow hit or not, but in the moment of distraction that the other male experienced he leaped out, claws outstretched and a rumbling snarl released from his throat. His pounce landed straight on, pinning the metal man by the shoulders. Even though the man was huge, Wematin's secui body matched him in mass well enough to put up a fair fight.
His eyes saw the glint of a sword in the man's hand, but luckily it seemed to spin out of the man's hands out of his surprise. To get the upper hand, Wematin quickly speared his sharp jaws to disable the man's fighting ability--i.e., he bit the shoulder and clamped down hard. If he couldn't use his arm, he couldn't use the sword.
Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.