art thou a jester in the midst of battle; (OPEN)

[ex_cashcow493]

Who: The forces of Britain and Rome, as well as any passing individuals or those in between said lands. AKA a cluster of badasses.
What: Rift monsters and assassins? Sounds like a great family bonding experience to me.
When: Throughout this phase of Ashvar's attack.
Where: All lands controlled by Britain and Rome. Most of the action will probably take place on the shared borders or the joint outpost located in Hirawyr.
Warnings: Fighting. Probably some nudity because the Romans are involved.

It didn't take word of the attacks long to reach the ears of one of the twin Britain rulers, Arturia having a natural instinct for when battle was taking place. After brief communication with her brother and cousin, it was decided that this would be a most excellent time for their troops to begin to fight alongside each other. Certainly the Romans could learn a thing or two from the Britains and vice versa.

After deploying her generals and commanding officers to various areas, Arturia rode to meet up with her cousin. Surely her brother could catch up if he chose to or maybe he rides closely behind her. She heeds no attention to her surroundings beyond mere glances to ensure that no stray assassin might pick her off before she arrived...



This is a joint post for all Britains, Romans, and their allies to participate in a mass fighting log. It's spread out over the course of the next couple days and all are welcomed to participate. Make your own threads, have silly shenanigans in the nude, and do all of that. Britain and Rome are momentarily working alongside each other because bonding is important. Really, we all know they're just trying to outdo each other.

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[greyerrant]

Loken looks at her, chainsword screaming, raised, and covered in incarnadine splatters.

"Yes."

He shifts a bit, pointing his bolter at her, and fires, one of the magical bolts skimming just over her shoulder pauldrons to explode a winged daemon that had been intending to stoop on both of them.

"Well met. Help me secure this city, then... we march for Zeon."

[formerly_known_as_prince]

Sara... She couldn't think of a better idea as she was showered with flying demon bits.

"You've got it!"

They were quite the sight, relatively small girl and absolutely huge guy, chopping through rift-zombies like a slap-chop. Bam! There's a demon salsa! Both of them were doing the thing they were created for and she was guiltily glad of it.

"That should be the city center, past this next street. It's crawling with them. Should we...I dunno, call in the mages?" She had no clue about real world battle strategy, her entire experience having come from a system of duels, but it made sense to her. They were way bunched up in there. "Actually no, I wanna dice 'em..." Please persuade her that's a bad idea.

[greyerrant]

"We need no sorcery to deal with this. Forward the crusade company!"

He bellows, as the street behind him fills with files of Roman soldiers, seasoned against Taintspawn with his campaign of a few months back.

[formerly_known_as_prince]

Way to teach her subtlety, Garvi. Utena screams a war cry and falls in among the thickly clustered daemons, carving a colorful path through them like a black and pink crayon on dark paper.

[greyerrant]

Loken follows a moment later, parrying blows meant for her, and returning them with brutal shoulder-rushes or a hard off-hand punch, brawling his way through the fight, more concerned on keeping them off her back than scoring a clean kill, at least for the moment. He'll let her take care of offense while he becomes and enormous ivory wall.

[formerly_known_as_prince]

soon enough they've hammer and anvilled their way through the center and to the other side of the square. She spins to resume her work on the other side. The rest of the crusade company on the other side can work their way towards them in a crude pincer movement.

It doesn't take long. When the last of the creatures falls, the glow around Utena dissolves and she collapses, bleeding from multiple cuts. Yet she seems to have no fear of rift-corruption.

[greyerrant]

Loken directs the company chirugeon to see to her, and kneels beside her.

"I shall return once the villa is secured. Rest now, you've fought well. If you try to get up..."

He growls, knowing her tendency.

"I shall break your legs."

[formerly_known_as_prince]

Utena begins to weakly protest, no longer something else entire. But she can't really go that far, so she has to accept the chirurgeon's insistent pushing her back down onto the pallet.

Eventually though, after a seeming eternity of waiting while the Crusade Company mops up, she sees him returning.

[greyerrant]

"Time to go."

Garviel offers her a hand up.

[formerly_known_as_prince]

"Oh thank the king..." She takes the hand and virtually springs up, wincing as she does but rebounding immediately into a smile. "That was totally mean making me wait all that time."

[greyerrant]

"I'm a bastard. But I'm a victorious bastard, and for the right reasons, too."

He shrugs his shoulders and cocks his head towards the remaining people in the burned-out ruins of Hirawyr.

"This isn't over, not yet."

[formerly_known_as_prince]

"Then i'm going back out too." She's determined. He actually will have to break her legs this time if he wants to keep her there. The Sword Of Dios hasn't dissapeared yet, which means there's still things to do.

[greyerrant]

"It will be mostly marching for the next few days."

[formerly_known_as_prince]

"Where are you marching to?" Not that she hadn't mostly made up her mind already.