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[KR/SP] Final Phase - WNaH - Front Assault

POSTED: Sun Dec 17, 2017 5:23 pm

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[KR/SP] Final Assault: Race Against the Clock - We Need a Hero! (Front Assault)

Dated: December 17-19th
Setting: Serpentine Mountains; Early morning; Light snowfall

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It had taken them a little more than a day and a half’s worth of travel to reach the dreadful place. While not a seasoned fighter like many of those that had come along for the liberation, Asura had enough training to hold her own. Her role, however, was less so for aggressive reasons, and more so for the aftermath. Who knew what state their comrades, Krokaran and Sapien alike, would be in? As well, the two Sapiens that had been taken, they were Asura’s friends, and the Domus was eager to help in their rescue.

She had taken her mother’s stallion, Muddy, with them. The horse carried extra medical supplies as well as other survival goods for the group to both get them to their destination and back home. Large as he was, he had an alternate purpose of, at the very least, carrying the two Sapiens—she wasn’t sure how large or heavy the Krokarans they were rescuing were—upon his back if they were too injured or weak to make the journey home.

Winter was in full swing, and the sky had been heavy with grey clouds. Snow fell at a light, but constant speed, quickly covering up tracks hours after they had been made. Despite the weather working against them, they had found the hideout though, following the evidence that the scouting parties had discovered at the campsites days before.

Asura had let the more veteran members of their group hash out their plan of attack, and, when things had been agreed upon and worked out, had accepted her role easily enough. It was early morning when they had split up into their decided groups. Snow fell softly from the dimly-lit heavens above. It was perfect for hiding the packs’ combined effort of moving in onto their targets.

The weather wasn’t enough to completely blind one’s vision, however, it was enough to make a careless sentry let their guard down. After all, what was the likelihood of someone discovering their hideout? In the middle of nowhere, in the early morning hours, and it was snowing? The chances were slim that they’d be found by some Loner skulking about.

Asura crept into position, doing well to keep to the cover of the hardy, snow-covered bushes. From their perimeter check the night before, it appeared that the hideout had had two entrances, each sparsely guarded on the outside. Two guards, sometimes three, seemed to always man the entryways. Two torches mounted to the walls on either side indicated that the hideout had been established there for some time.

The individuals were armed with various weaponry of personal preference, some, even having leathers to ward off the cold while doubling as an added layer of protection. From what Asura could see from her cover, there were two standing in the entry way, and both appeared to be in deep conversation with one another.

She glanced to where she knew the others to be hiding, waiting for the signal to move. And, when it was given, she waited only long enough for the hard-hitters to go first before breaking from her cover, a knife drawn in either hand.

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POSTED: Sun Dec 17, 2017 11:29 pm

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Since Shaamah had returned, Naenia was not entirely sure what to think of him. She knew what Tierney had told her about the two of them, but right now, Naenia was glad to have him here. If nothing else, he was a warrior she could count on during a fight. Even though it made it difficult to plan for, Naenia much preferred to take the fight to someone else, rather than the fight come to them at their own home. This did not put vulnerable pack members in the thick of things, and that was always a plus.

Naenia had on her leather armor for this attack, and her sword sheathed at her hip. Part of her wished she had Sylvestre with her for this attack, but she was worried about him getting hurt again like he had when the Government Estate was attacked. She would have felt safer with him at her back, though. She drew her sword before she was close enough that the action would be heard by the canines they were up against.

When they reached the hideout, Naenia crept up behind some brush, peering through the light snowfall to see what exactly they would be dealing with. She was glad for the snow: it covered sounds like crunching leaves or snapping twigs, although she wished there was more coverage offered by the brush. The color of her fur did not make sneaking easy in the winter. She glanced around, trying to spot everyone in their group to see if they were ready, and when her eyes fell on Shaamah, she nodded. The longer they wanted, the more likely it was that they would lose their element of surprise by having one of the enemy canines come up on them while returning to their hideout.

Naenia rose, looking over to see if Shaamah was doing the same and then she charged forward.
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POSTED: Mon Dec 18, 2017 1:31 am

The hulking brute held back from the group that sought a closer look, his judgement better than his form when it came to hiding. He wasn't so much a fool as to assume he wouldn't be seen creeping up to the gaping maw of that cavern, and to be as close as he was, it required footwork that his weight was not the advantage to. Not only that, but his dark clothing, harem pants, thin black tank and the dark leather armor that covered his core and shoulder would stand out against the brilliant white of the snow no matter how far out he'd go.

Dark hands clutched the heavy tekko in palm and held the brute's jaw just barely above the ground. His knees arched and poised well beyond his back as he crammed himself into hiding behind a fallen log and some sparse brush. The mouthfuls of breath, stolen from the frozen air, were released slowly into the snowfall so as not to disturb the frigid haze. Just between the bare twigs and the cover of the rotten log, the heated gaze of the warrior sought out those that were in the party. Asura, a woman he'd only just met for the sake of the onslaught on their foe, gave serious sea foam orbs back to their group. He met her gaze, and from there, Shaamah sought out Dareios and Sebastien, as well.

His hackles were shivering and in his core he could feel the excitement of an old life restoring him. Granted, while it made the perfect opportunity to prove himself to Sapient once again, what really warmed his spirit from the bite of the cold that just barely moved through him was the notion that here he could fight with the vigor and verve of a hero, with a devil's heart. He wasn't in it for the revelry that the hero's might achieve, certainly not. It didn't mean that his loyalties were to be put at any stake, however. He'd fight to the death on these grounds, just as much as he would his own. It was his purpose, his being, his spirit. His soul was in this battle; it was fiery and alive after it's long and quickly forgotten dormancy.

Only last did his gaze settle on Naenia. Her brightly pelted hide rising from the brush as so a call to arms. Fists clenched his weapons and metal knuckles punished the ground as he forced himself from his awkward hiding spot. The brute skirted the tree and took off at a heavy jog, loping in after the much more steadfast Naenia and those that came to follow her lead. While she chose her quarry, Shaamah gathered the other in his sights. His claim? A male in leathers, that staggard backward at the sudden appearance of the canines that launched themselves into the fray if not as quietly as the phantom who had stolen their packmates.

A flash of silent, vanilla fangs greeted his enemy, as his thick arm reared back above his shoulder. The warrior gathered his weight as his quarry reached for a blade at his hip. In just moments, with two heavy hops on one brawny leg, he brought his fist down with all of his might on the guard's brow. A hollow and lethal crack was muffled by the thick of the guard's winter coat. Shaamah pulled away, the blood from the blow lightly dappling his maw and his narrowed gaze eyeing the stunned male. The tekko were tightly bound in Shaamah's fists, his right weapon with bits of flesh dangling and strands of the enemy's hair. The soldier was about to turn to face the other guard and aide in clearing him, if they would even need his help, but a grunt from his victim brought his dual gaze to return to his broken crown.

The guard had plucked the blade from it's sheathe and stumbled to take stance, but Shaamah wasn't having any of his last second heroism. The bridge of his pallid pink nose rippled again, his throat imprisoning the snarl that sought the freedom of the frosty air, and he stepped into the guard's weak attempt at a last stand. The sharp clack of metal, swallowed by the blanket of falling snow that had once veiled them, was all that was left of the blade. It was easily shrugged from his hand with the backward force of Shaamah's clenched fist, and a left hook brought the guard's toes from the snow just enough. A right sweep of Shaamah's weapon cleared his enemy of his consciousness, and the guard was flattened in the blanket of snow, away from the cavern's mouth. As the poignant scent of urine crept down wind, the soldier's gaze crossed the scene to gather the next step to be taken.

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POSTED: Mon Dec 18, 2017 6:04 pm

Word Count → +500 :: Bastien is in Secui form, wearing leather armour similiar to this. Please tell me if anything needs changing!

Sebastien felt lost and insignificant, and it was not simply due to the company he currently occupied. The familiar figure of Asura strode ahead of him, as his gait matched her stride with his own massive half-ling feet. Backstreet brawls were far removed from the resistance they were certain to meet at the slaver’s hands. It was not that he doubted his companion’s prowess in this respect; his quick glances at the hulking Shaamah were enough to quieten the panic that bubbled in his chest. He had tried to justify with himself the reasons why they hunted down those who had sought to take from them, but the thought of taking a life in justification felt unnatural.

By birth they were killers, predators all of them. The male was not naive enough to dismiss this simple fact. Following that logic, their prey would react in kind and who then would come out right in this mess of intellect and instinct? Bastien focused his gaze into the disturbed powder below as his leather armour creaked gently with his movements. It formed a collar where it extended across narrow shoulders and chest, curled around his forelimbs and hinds to encase stomach and abdomen. It had cost both time and goods to acquire, but it had proved to be a choice investment. The suit had met the claws, fangs and blunt edges of weapons in spars, but the ultimate test awaited it yet.

Bastien pressed himself low to the ground as his allies concealed themselves in the heavy brush. His muzzle twitched at the scent of strangers, and the flicker of movement ahead. A ripple of movement drew his attention to the bright brindle form of Naenia, as he caught the flash of a blade and the pleasing hiss of it being removed from its sheath. The sun and moon gaze of the dark wolf met his, before briefly touching the others.

The moment seemed to lengthen and the same moment his pulse pounded in his head. The hound’s tongue left his tightly held jaws to smooth whiskers aside. Naenia rose and Shaamah followed, breaking from their cover and surging forwards. A bark spilled from his mouth as he urged his body onward, a blur of copper and light against the frigid earth. Long strides drew him close to where Shaamah engaged a foe, while the hound paced at a distance. Metal rang in the crisp, frigid air as the slaver drew his weapon at the looming figure of the soldier that descended upon him; in a brutal flourish of movement, the wolf had raked the metal tines across the other’s face. Bastien attempted to squeeze his eyes shut to prevent himself from witnessing the connecting attack he knew was coming.

Heat rose at the back of his throat as the scent of gore and urine settled into his sinuses. He slowly opened his eyes, to the crimson painted snow and the sound of his laboured breath loud in his ears. He turned his gaze away from the crumpled bodies in the snow to meet the other’s eyes, his body frozen at the hint of movement beyond the cave. Bastien’s muzzle wrinkled as a snarl rippled forth, his voice edged with panic. “I think there’s more of ‘em!”

Avatar art by J, edits by Ketsuki! ♥ Disclaimer: Textures used are from paint stains and not actual blood.


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POSTED: Wed Jan 03, 2018 12:49 pm

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Moving this along!

TL;DR: Asura encounters Enemy #3 who charges out from a connecting tunnel. The two fight a bit before [someone, whoever wants it, take it!] knocks the guy to the ground! Feel free to kill/knock the guy out and move on! ^__^

As expected, the more experienced Naenia and Shaamah flattened the two distracted guardsman. They were quick, leaving their targets little in the way of preparation or to send out a howl for aid before they were silenced. Asura kept her eyes forward, having no need to watch the two Sapiens do their work. She trusted them, and knew they would make sure there would be no loose ties in their invasion into the enemy hideout. Perhaps it was cruel to snuff out their life force, however, in Asura’s mind, if it meant getting their friends back alive, she would not regret what they did that day.

Following after the armored Bastien, she nearly collided with the Krokaran when he stopped so suddenly. He announced the presence of more, and, looking down into the depths of the torch-lit tunnel, Asura was sure she’d seen movement too. “Get moving!” She told the bob-tailed dog hastily as she stepped around him, turquoise eyes glancing briefly back at the rest of their group before she moved deeper into the earthen hallway.

They didn’t have time to stand and stare. If the movements further in had been any indicator, it meant that their presence there was known, and, it was only a matter of time before more help arrived to rid the hideout of the intruders. Better that the co-op group keep moving and dispatching whoever they found than to let them have time to mount a devastating attack in retaliation. As well…they ran the possibility of their allies being killed the longer it took to find them…

The medic jogged along, her nose twitching as she tried to latch on to a scent that might have been familiar to her. Rowtag. Kaimu—Hibiki. Krokar. The clock was ticking.

A battle cry to her left alerted her to a new enemy’s fast approach. In the dimly-lit tunnel, the young Domus was thankful for the verbal cue, as it gave her time to dodge out of the way. She ducked and rolled as her assailant came flying out of an adjacent tunnel. Her attacker was a wolf-hybrid, clothed in dirtied fabrics and leathers on his arms and shins. The man skidded to a halt when she evaded his charge, nearly hitting the wall from his momentum.

He snarled, moving to give chase after his silver prey. Light bounced off his weapon—a knife—as one of the torchlights caught the metal. Asura brought her twin knives up, and audible clang! echoing out into the tunnel system as their blades met. The initial parry was enough to stop the man’s blade from coming down upon her, however, it became quite clear which of the two of them were stronger.

Asura snarled as she felt him pushing down, trying to break her guard. She let it continue for a moment more before she dropped her hands, stepping back and out of danger in one fluid motion. At a time such as this, she was thankful to have sparred so often against the men in her family. The man stumbled forward with pressure against his blade and body suddenly lost. Asura used that brief moment to strike, the tip of one of her knives kissing the flesh of the wolf-hybrid’s forearm.

Blood bubbled quickly to the surface, but, the injury was shallow, a minor cut, and it did nothing but piss the man off. He swung out wildly, catching the offending blade as she tried to bring it back to her person, nearly loosing it from her grip with the force with which he lashed out. Asura shuffled backwards, trying to move out of his range.

Her back hit the cold, tunnel wall, and she was forced to make another evasive dodge-roll when the man swiped at her head with his knife. When he turned to follow after her again though, a force shoved him, sending the man harshly to the ground.

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The warrior gathered those that were standing by while testing his grip on his weapons, taking quick glances to each member of their party, and from what he saw, all seemed well. Sebastien seemed a bit unhappy with Shaamah's choices, but that wasn't a concern of his at the moment. Asura was pushing past him with irritation high in her tune, and at the call of the alabaster and orange hound finally slipping a snarl out, Shaamah's massive frame spun around.

Dual gaze narrowed into the obscurity of the cavern's mouth as the Dommus moved forward into the viel. He give just enough distance between the two of them that if Asura encountered someone, they'd be preoccupied enough to let another of their assault group slip past or assist in a take down. In those moments, Shaamah's sharp eyes fell back to Sebastian, offering a hard look in the man's direction. In it, there was no disgust or the usual condescending nature, no, but If he couldn't take this, then he should turn back now. He didn't know a damn thing about the man, but now wasn't the time to learn if he was made for this or not.

The glance only lasted a moment, and with that, Shaamah's broad feet had taken off, carrying his hulking frame into the darkness. It wasn't long until the holler of battle grit reverberated through the tunnels with a clash of metal, followed by the rasp of growls and the scuffle of busy tread. Clenching the tekko in his palms, the soldier moved as quickly as his size allowed until the dimly lit sight of Asura narrowly escaping a barrage came into view. The soldier moved silently, hackles tall and tail flagged high before colliding his elbow with the crown of her opponent.

He met the ground with a hollow thud that moved through him and a snarl of surprise with what was left of the wind in his chest. Shaamah's brow turned to Asura for just a moment, checking over her quickly as the gaffer pulled himself up from the dirt. Bi-hued sights snapped back to the scrambling man, just as he stole a step into Shaamah and let his blade caress the thick hide of his armor. With how close he had come, thinking that he'd land a lethal strike, Shaamah was able to grip the hybrid's skull in the dept of his palm. The sharp end of the blade danced against Shaamah's leather-protected core, eventually sliding lightly into the skin of his bare bicep. It was for naught as the warrior introduced the man's crown to the stone wall with all the force of his upper body, not once, not twice, but thrice, until his smaller frame hung slack and slipped out of Shaamah's grip. The heavy wheeze and the limp collapse gave Shaamah reason to abandon the male, and take course through to their objective, again.

Deeper in the belly of the stone hide-out, his ground eating strides slowed to a halt. The crisp crackle of the torches that lapped light against the wet, glistening walls seemed swallowed by the eerie silence of the underground lair. The noise of the outside world had disappeared, and the only thing left of it, was the hollow whisper of a somber wind that passed like a warm breath past him. The sound of their interloping was sure to have made some distance, yet, with the hush that fell around him it was hard to believe that anyone had made their camp this deep into the cavern's core. A long drawn breath came before the scuffling of paws reverberated around him. Naenia and Sebastien were sure to be at the rear and Asura was sure to continue moving forward, but dual gaze set their sights on a passageway that would be a hard squeeze for the brute to get through, though in no way difficult for his slighter counterparts. It would be best to allow them to take the lead from here, so Shaamah's struggle to get through the narrow threshold wouldn't slow the rest of them down.


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The first canine went down quickly after the exchange of several blows. Naenia did not think that the male had much fighting experience; his movements were slow and somewhat clumsy. And panicked. Naenia took no joy in killing him, but she was not sure if they had time to just take prisoners. Their presence was known; what if these canines decided to simply kill their prisoners? It was entirely possible, and she wanted to get to them before that could happen. When her opponent was down, Naenia took a moment to glance around her just as the Krokar member spoke of more inside. She was not surprised by this, based on the information they already had.

Naenia did not immediately follow the others into the cave because Shaamah went in. Instead she stayed in the mouth of the cave to listen for signs that there were any other cartel canines who might follow them in and attack them from behind. She could hear the sounds of the fight within the cave as well and decided that her best bet would be to join them.

Her attention was still partially on protecting their backs as Naenia made her way inside. She saw the newest canine to fall at their hands and then another came forward from within. Her eyes had difficulty adjusting to the dim light thanks to the bright white snow outside, even if it was not a sunny day. Naenia heard the sound of someone’s skull hitting the wall and assumed that it was Shaamah doing that because she doubted that this group had anyone large enough to be doing that.

It took her only a couple of seconds to reach the scene and her gaze did not linger on the body; she did not really want to see it. Shaamah seemed to hesitate, and for a moment Naenia was not sure why. Then she realized how the passageway narrowed. Naenia nodded to Shaamah as she passed him and glanced at Asura as well to see how she was doing. Her sword lead the way forward and she felt like her eyes were adjusted so the torches were enough to see now.

Two more canines came towards them and Naenia had just enough time to wish that the cave was narrow enough to force one-on-one combat, but it was not quite so. One had a wooden club and the other had some sort of blade. Naenia ducked a blow from the club and chose to engage the other, though she did not allow herself to assume that one of the others would immediately pick up the other one, and some of her attention remained on making sure she didn’t get hit by the club as she parried the blade of her opponent.
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