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, on the other hand, shows no mercy to cultists, rending them limb from limb with his chainsword, or crushing them with his sheer bulk with powerful slams from his body, as he charges into them in a towering rage.

[puppy_lancer]

"Hey Roman, we're gonna need to keep a few of these guys alive for questioning when we're done!"

Another cultist is swatted aside as he speaks.

[greyerrant]

Loken just crushes a skull beneath his armored boot as he speaks, killing ruthlessly. "I've no words to bandy with traitors. We know the author of their actions, that is enough for me."

[puppy_lancer]

"Oh? We do? By all means, enlighten me.'

Obviously, someone had missed the memo.

[greyerrant]

"Avshar!" He bellows, before raising his chainsword to deflect an incoming rune-blade from a strange, red-muscled beast with a long lolling tongue, and viciously obscene runes carved into brass armor.

[puppy_lancer]

Lancer's attention instantly transfers to the beast.

"Runes, huh?"

Biting his finger hard enough to draw blood, he starts to draw runes on the head of his spear.

"Two can play at that game."

He grins at Garviel.

"Stand back, Roman!"

[greyerrant]

Loken takes a momentary pause in the dance of blade on blades to take a step back, nodding at Lancer.

[puppy_lancer]

As soon as Loken ducks back, Lancer thrusts his rune-enhanced lance. The two rune weapons meet each other and hold together for an instant, then explode apart in a burst of heat and light. Of course, both of them attack again. Each time the weapons clash, they separate in the same explosion. After a couple of strikes, Lancer's spear shaft begins to crack, while the demon's rune sword chips.

"Tch. Guess I have to finish this fast. Yo, Roman, don't interfere, okay?"

The beast has the edge in strength, but Lancer definitely has the advantage in agility. He ducks the next blow and uses the opening created to thrust his lance. It hits in the center of the creature's breast plate. The ensuing explosion creates a hole in the plate, but breaks Lancer's spear.

He has to drop to the ground and roll away from the next slash.

"I'm telling you Roman. Don't interfere."

Getting up, he throws the dull half of his spear away and picks up the part that still has his spearhead. This just got tougher...but so much more fun.

[greyerrant]

Garviel doesn't listen.

"This isn't a game." He moves past Cu Chulainn, leaving him to his private fight, firing his bolter on the moves as he clears a street with a few destructive shots.

[puppy_lancer]

"Never said it was."

He grumbles as he ducks several swipes from his opponent.

The truth is that Lancer does consider this fight to be something of a deadly game. He has yet to see any reason to actually get serious, and even his use of runes was an attempt to show up the opponent. At least the Roman is watching his back, so there's not likely to be any interruptions to the fight.

A shorter weapon leaves him at a disadvantage. He'll have to rush in closer, which would take longer. Not much when you took into account his speed, but even that small window of time would be enough for a skilled warrior to do some damage. In addition, the most durable part of Lancer's weapon is the head, while his opponent has an entire blade. It means the demon has a much easier time blocking.

However, Lancer still has the advantage in agility, so he once again ducks and weaves until he is within range to attack. This time, the spear lodges in the beast's flesh and he punches the broken end just to drive it in further. He winces when its gushing blood sprays on his arm. Again, it is caustic.

The demon stands still for a few seconds, and then it fall on its back. Lancer grins and turns to Garviel.

"See, Roman? It wasn't a game."

...He's too distracted to notice the demon getting up behind him.

[greyerrant]

"Behind you." Loken grunts, moving along. He doesn't know this British interloper, and while grateful for the help, he dislikes sorcery of the nature he has manifested. Maybe it is just Loken's fate to always have a grumpy relationship with Cu Chulainn, no matter where they are.

[puppy_lancer]

He turns back around at Loken's warning and hops back just in time to avoid being evicerated.

"Oh come on. How the hell did it survive that?"

He glares angrily at the beast, almost wishing that he had a rune that let him generate beams from his eyes to incinerate the creature.

[greyerrant]

"Just get on with it and kill it."

[puppy_lancer]

He scowls.

"You think I'm not trying?"

He sketches a rune in the air. Ansuz, the rune of fire. If he can't stab the thing, he'll just burn it.