I like your fights, your pace, maybe we can work together?
Also, while my main weapon is still the bow, I'm learning how to use knives to diversify. I'm still worse than the majority of SICK, but I'm getting in tons of training with Winston.
As for my new weapon, take the goblin scimitars of Moria from LOTR, and shrink it. That's roughly my weapon.
Not as good as my others, but I had an idea so I ran with it.
In the warmth and comrederie of Jay's Tavern, two figures meet.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
The only sign of their passing was the door swinging shut.
Two figures meet on the training field, both armed with blades. One, a bastard sword, scratched and notched from many battles, the other, a pair of short blades still blue from the forge.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
They met in a flash of steel, the twin blades twirling, the long sword slashing, both jumping and doging around, but it was obvious from the beginning who was the superior fighter.
"Got you" taunted one figure, with his sword at the other's neck.
"Fine, fine, just let me back up" grumbled the other.
The swords flashed, and again it was clear who was the better swordsman.
"Stop lunging like that, you leave your leg open for a trip, like this!"
"You didn't have to trip me"
"Sure I did, how else will you learn?"
"Fine, another round"
Jump, twist, slash, parry, sword comimg in low, jump it, grab tree branch, swing back, roll away, get up, charge, block sword-
"Oof!"
"Well what did you expect, trying to block my blade with those tiny things."
"Well, Winston, it wasn't supposed to go like that..."
"Sofa, the sword is one thing I know I can beat you at. Although you are already better than some in the legion, you still have a long ways to go."
It wasn't night, in fact, it wasn't even dark, but it was time to go to work.
"Ready?" asked Sofawall
"Ready," replied Winston "but you know, assassins do tend to do this type of thing at night."
"We could use the challenge, they're only Carvers"
"I guess... Yeah, let's do it."
The two figures ran into the distance, fast as the wind.
Before long, they came to an encampment, well positioned atop a hill, Carvers swarming about. There was, however, a hitch.
"Corrupt Rogues?"asked Sofawall
"Hey, who's holding back now? We can take 'em" called back Wiston as he charged the hilltop.
"Fine, fine" as Sofawall emptied his clips at the encampment.
WHOOSH!
"Incendiary?" asked Winston, backpedaling furiously from the flames.
"A nice touch, I thought" replied Sofawall, smirking.
"Not really needed though" said Carloseus from behind him "I saw the smoke, I came to investigate" he said in response to their puzzled gazes.
"We've got these guys covered." said Sofawall
"I'll just watch then, it's not often I get to see you two in battle together, I've heard you're as good a team as Thasador and I, maybe even better."
A pair of Carvers rushed the small group, a Corrupted Rogue in tow. Sofawall casually shot the two Carvers and asked Winston, "You want it?"
"Sure, I'll those ones too" he replied as a dozen more crested the hill.
The one in front, confidently wielding a short spear, was still snarling when her head hit the ground.
"1 down" breathed Winston, as he ducked a slash and blocked a kick, tripping the attacker. Before he could take advantage on the opening, however, he was set upon by the others, all hacking and slashing. He was a blur of flashing steel, blocking, parrying, riposting, he knocked the blade of one into the arm of her fellow, then opened both their guts to the world.
"3 down"
He caught a sword in his hilt, twisting, and disarmed his opponant, leaving him open for a lunge to the throat, an opportunity not to give a Decurion of Assassins.
"4 down"
2 other fell to his blade in quick succession, as the other turned tail to flee.
"Oh no you don't!" cried Winston as he extended his arm, lauchng an avalanche of slush on his enemies. They fell to a man.
"Not bad," said Elfen Lied, as he casually aved his arm, incinerating the remains, "not bad at all."
"My turn next time" griped Sofawall, walking down the hill.
"Hey, you got all the Carvers!" exclaimed Winston
"Carvers? Pff, they're no fun!"
"Now, now, don't take it out on each other" intervened Carloseus "Well, actually, how do you two feel about a bit of training?"
"Always ready, my lord!" replied the decurions, in unison.
"Ok, then, ready, set, SPAR!"
The dart flew towards the unprotected figure's back, unseen in the dead of night
Ping! Fwip!
The sword moved like lightning as Winston blocked one, deflecting the other with his cloak. "Where is he?" thought Winston intently, slowly turning.
Zwik! Ping!
Another blocked, but where did it come from? Behind again, but wasn't he just facing that way? How is he moving so fa- Wait, what was that? Winston listened intently.
Ziwk! Ping! Fwump!
Wait, what, a net? "No fair, Sofa" cried Winston, "we agreed, normal darts only!"
"Fine" replied Sofawall, directly behind him yet again.
"You know, your piwafwi is kinda annoying"
"Hey, you said magic was allowed."
"I guess I did" said Winston, with a grin on his face. Without warning, his hand shot out and started drenching Sofawall in Slushie.
"Ak, bur, augh!" spluttered Sofawall, fighting to regain the initiative
Swish!
"Well, shall we call it a draw then?" said Sofawall, Winston's sword at his neck.
"Yes, let's" replied Winston, dart jabbing his chest above his lung.
"Bravo!" said Thasador from the door of Jay's Tavern "I see why I promoted you two. You work well together, you seem to almost read each other's mind! It seems as if you already know what is going to happen just as the other thinks it themselves!"
"Thas, you lucky bugger! You know I had my eye on them!" said a voice from behind them.
"Hey, they chose me, Carlos!" as Carloseus strolled over.
"You two re definatly getting better, and sometimes you seem closer than me and Thas here!"
"Another round?" asked Sofawall of Winston.
"How about a round of Darkjay's finest?" retorted Winston.
"Best idea I've heard today!" laughed Carloseus as he opened the door to the warmth and comrederie of Darkjay's Tavern.
I'm done two, did them in English class. My teacher asked what I was doing and I said creative writing, then she asked to read what I wrote! It was an awkward moment, then someone asked a question. Saved by the idiot!
Weaponry: A pair of custom built hand crossbows, repeating, 5 bolt clips. Can fire modified bolts including explosive, incendiary and net. Bag of holding in the from of an ammo bandolere, holds clips.
Skills: Extremely fast hands, master and champion of the quick draw. Reload just as fast. Unnatural skill at moving quietly and detecting others.
The warrior who had downed me was named Thasador, I learned, the Commander of a legion named Assassins, but one part of the orginisation named Sick. Now as I was introduced to Thasadors men, it struck me how un-assassinlike they all seemed, and upon remaking this I learned that it was largely just a name. I wanted to change that, to bring the power of the shadows to Sick. Also, as I heard of the demons they faced, it struck me that these very demons were likely serchng for the Tower for their own nefarious purposes. I musn't let them desecrate the Tower! I joined Sick, and was integrated into the ranks. I learned of Silversurfnstudism, and their way of the warrior. I learned what it was, not to be just an assassin, but an Assassin.
I had come from across the sea, from Gilead that was, to this land as I heard rumours of The Tower. Virtually as soon as I stepped off the boat, I knew I was being watched. Being an assassin by trade I had a very refined sense of these things. I thought I managed to give them the slip going through the local tavern, little did I know the Tavern of Jay was a popular hangout for the force that was keeping tabs on me.
I left the tavern with my money bag considerably lighter but no new information. But wait, what was that... A shape in the shadows, and it was armed! I drew my two crossbows, fast as lightning, and fired at the shape, but he was as fast if not faster than me and managed to catch both bolts on his blade, then approached with blinding speed. Within a second, my enemy had crossed the muddy street and had his shukiro at my throat, demanding answers. Well, what could I say? Only the truth. soon others had gathered around, one had a sword slung across his back, and a shock of blue hair. Later I was to learn that this young man, largely responsible for saving me, was named Winston.
I explaned that I was new to the area, and sensed I was beng followed. Being an assassin, I know all too well the power of a strike from the shadows, so I took pre-emptive acton. after some mutterings and discussion, I was allowed to stand, and was escorted into the Tavern...
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It happened with me.
I'll try and write another one, I had an idea, and I'm off all next week, so I'll write one then.
Also, while my main weapon is still the bow, I'm learning how to use knives to diversify. I'm still worse than the majority of SICK, but I'm getting in tons of training with Winston.
As for my new weapon, take the goblin scimitars of Moria from LOTR, and shrink it. That's roughly my weapon.
In the warmth and comrederie of Jay's Tavern, two figures meet.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
The only sign of their passing was the door swinging shut.
Two figures meet on the training field, both armed with blades. One, a bastard sword, scratched and notched from many battles, the other, a pair of short blades still blue from the forge.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
They met in a flash of steel, the twin blades twirling, the long sword slashing, both jumping and doging around, but it was obvious from the beginning who was the superior fighter.
"Got you" taunted one figure, with his sword at the other's neck.
"Fine, fine, just let me back up" grumbled the other.
The swords flashed, and again it was clear who was the better swordsman.
"Stop lunging like that, you leave your leg open for a trip, like this!"
"You didn't have to trip me"
"Sure I did, how else will you learn?"
"Fine, another round"
Jump, twist, slash, parry, sword comimg in low, jump it, grab tree branch, swing back, roll away, get up, charge, block sword-
"Oof!"
"Well what did you expect, trying to block my blade with those tiny things."
"Well, Winston, it wasn't supposed to go like that..."
"Sofa, the sword is one thing I know I can beat you at. Although you are already better than some in the legion, you still have a long ways to go."
Oh, and in the next installment, Winston kicks my ass repeatedly!
"Ready?" asked Sofawall
"Ready," replied Winston "but you know, assassins do tend to do this type of thing at night."
"We could use the challenge, they're only Carvers"
"I guess... Yeah, let's do it."
The two figures ran into the distance, fast as the wind.
Before long, they came to an encampment, well positioned atop a hill, Carvers swarming about. There was, however, a hitch.
"Corrupt Rogues?"asked Sofawall
"Hey, who's holding back now? We can take 'em" called back Wiston as he charged the hilltop.
"Fine, fine" as Sofawall emptied his clips at the encampment.
WHOOSH!
"Incendiary?" asked Winston, backpedaling furiously from the flames.
"A nice touch, I thought" replied Sofawall, smirking.
"Not really needed though" said Carloseus from behind him "I saw the smoke, I came to investigate" he said in response to their puzzled gazes.
"We've got these guys covered." said Sofawall
"I'll just watch then, it's not often I get to see you two in battle together, I've heard you're as good a team as Thasador and I, maybe even better."
A pair of Carvers rushed the small group, a Corrupted Rogue in tow. Sofawall casually shot the two Carvers and asked Winston, "You want it?"
"Sure, I'll those ones too" he replied as a dozen more crested the hill.
The one in front, confidently wielding a short spear, was still snarling when her head hit the ground.
"1 down" breathed Winston, as he ducked a slash and blocked a kick, tripping the attacker. Before he could take advantage on the opening, however, he was set upon by the others, all hacking and slashing. He was a blur of flashing steel, blocking, parrying, riposting, he knocked the blade of one into the arm of her fellow, then opened both their guts to the world.
"3 down"
He caught a sword in his hilt, twisting, and disarmed his opponant, leaving him open for a lunge to the throat, an opportunity not to give a Decurion of Assassins.
"4 down"
2 other fell to his blade in quick succession, as the other turned tail to flee.
"Oh no you don't!" cried Winston as he extended his arm, lauchng an avalanche of slush on his enemies. They fell to a man.
"Not bad," said Elfen Lied, as he casually aved his arm, incinerating the remains, "not bad at all."
"My turn next time" griped Sofawall, walking down the hill.
"Hey, you got all the Carvers!" exclaimed Winston
"Carvers? Pff, they're no fun!"
"Now, now, don't take it out on each other" intervened Carloseus "Well, actually, how do you two feel about a bit of training?"
"Always ready, my lord!" replied the decurions, in unison.
"Ok, then, ready, set, SPAR!"
Zwik! Zwik!
The dart flew towards the unprotected figure's back, unseen in the dead of night
Ping! Fwip!
The sword moved like lightning as Winston blocked one, deflecting the other with his cloak. "Where is he?" thought Winston intently, slowly turning.
Zwik! Ping!
Another blocked, but where did it come from? Behind again, but wasn't he just facing that way? How is he moving so fa- Wait, what was that? Winston listened intently.
Ziwk! Ping! Fwump!
Wait, what, a net? "No fair, Sofa" cried Winston, "we agreed, normal darts only!"
"Fine" replied Sofawall, directly behind him yet again.
"You know, your piwafwi is kinda annoying"
"Hey, you said magic was allowed."
"I guess I did" said Winston, with a grin on his face. Without warning, his hand shot out and started drenching Sofawall in Slushie.
"Ak, bur, augh!" spluttered Sofawall, fighting to regain the initiative
Swish!
"Well, shall we call it a draw then?" said Sofawall, Winston's sword at his neck.
"Yes, let's" replied Winston, dart jabbing his chest above his lung.
"Bravo!" said Thasador from the door of Jay's Tavern "I see why I promoted you two. You work well together, you seem to almost read each other's mind! It seems as if you already know what is going to happen just as the other thinks it themselves!"
"Thas, you lucky bugger! You know I had my eye on them!" said a voice from behind them.
"Hey, they chose me, Carlos!" as Carloseus strolled over.
"You two re definatly getting better, and sometimes you seem closer than me and Thas here!"
"Another round?" asked Sofawall of Winston.
"How about a round of Darkjay's finest?" retorted Winston.
"Best idea I've heard today!" laughed Carloseus as he opened the door to the warmth and comrederie of Darkjay's Tavern.
Anyway, typing them up now.
Minus the gun and the roses.
Weaponry: A pair of custom built hand crossbows, repeating, 5 bolt clips. Can fire modified bolts including explosive, incendiary and net. Bag of holding in the from of an ammo bandolere, holds clips.
Skills: Extremely fast hands, master and champion of the quick draw. Reload just as fast. Unnatural skill at moving quietly and detecting others.
I left the tavern with my money bag considerably lighter but no new information. But wait, what was that... A shape in the shadows, and it was armed! I drew my two crossbows, fast as lightning, and fired at the shape, but he was as fast if not faster than me and managed to catch both bolts on his blade, then approached with blinding speed. Within a second, my enemy had crossed the muddy street and had his shukiro at my throat, demanding answers. Well, what could I say? Only the truth. soon others had gathered around, one had a sword slung across his back, and a shock of blue hair. Later I was to learn that this young man, largely responsible for saving me, was named Winston.
I explaned that I was new to the area, and sensed I was beng followed. Being an assassin, I know all too well the power of a strike from the shadows, so I took pre-emptive acton. after some mutterings and discussion, I was allowed to stand, and was escorted into the Tavern...