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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jan 23, 2009 21:56:03 GMT -5
Sage sprang into action, snapping out at any enemies he could reach, all the while keeping close to Cayli, like a protective shadow, clinging to her side in an attempt to shield her from the worst of the rage of the battle.
Azera charged headlong into a tight group of vampires, scattering them as she waved her two flaming staves threateningly. Already two of them had been caught by the flailing fire, flames licking across their closing and up their arms. Sharp cries and long screams ripped from their throats- four down, a few hundred to go. A grim smile twisted her lips as she spun around to meet her next opponents.
Jamison and Jaclyn darted through the masses of warriors from both sides, trying to keep close together. Jamison shadowed her in much the same fashion as Sage followed Cayli, trying to fend off the worst attacks so that she could concentrate. Soon, however, the Charter Mage was building up her spells, and turned the tables, so he not need protect her any longer. Large clumps of enemies were suddenly becoming defenseless in some way or another as she murmured the spells under her breath, sending the Marks dancing out into the air. It was looking to be a good start to the battle, if only her energy and strength would hold out.
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Post by jenee on Jan 23, 2009 22:05:39 GMT -5
Already a pattern had been set between a group of performers--Cayli included. The acrobats, striking vital nerve points on their enemies, would stun them...the fire spinners or magicians finished the job. So far, the worst injuries out of the performers were perhaps a couple bruises. They knew that would change eventually...if not, soon.
Feren, meanwhile, was busy locked in combat with the enemy vampires around him. His attention consumed by defeating these creatures, he hardly noticed the sudden bright streaks of color that flashed through the air. Cloaked sorcerers had arrived on the edge of the battle, having transported themselves there via magic. They mingled in with the battle, threatening their opponents with killing and stunning curses.
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jan 24, 2009 15:57:09 GMT -5
Jaclyn turned to face the new attackers, mostly sorcerers. Her eyes gleamed as she dragged forth the Charter Marks again, hands twisting the Marks' shapes into the air. Jamison fought his way to her side again. He had already taken a blow to the shoulder, and he was bleeding slightly, but he could still use his arm. Jaclyn could have healed him, but it wasn't too bad, and she was a bit busy at that moment.So when she glanced at him inquiringly, he just waved off her silent question, and shifted to face another opponent.
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Post by jenee on Jan 24, 2009 16:08:39 GMT -5
The new opponent facing Jamison was a bit smaller than the rest, and had slid into a fighting stance out of instinct. Blue eyes gazed out from beneath the hood of the cloak, resting on the new opponent. Suddenly, the figure paused, having recognized who it was, and held up their hands. "Jamison, don't attack!" After a quick moment of hesitation--knowing full well that the other sorcerers might notice, but also assuming that they were too busy to care--it reached up to pull back the hood. "It's me!" Nyra's eyes were wide, but pleading.
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jan 24, 2009 16:16:21 GMT -5
Jamison's eyes flew wide open, face going blank from shock. "How-...?" His expression went through a whole mix of emotions in one instant, switching from surprise to joy to terror to anger and back to it's blank, gaping look. Jaclyn caught a glimpse of the two, frozen in the middle of the battle, staring at eachother. She tried to call out, but was surrounded by bulking bodies, and disappeared from view a moment later.
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Post by jenee on Jan 24, 2009 16:28:19 GMT -5
Despite the fact that they were in the middle of a battle, Nyra threw up a shield around them to temporarily ward off nearby attacks. She then flew forward to hug Jamison, shaking from relief that she'd managed to find him.
But meanwhile, along the edges of the battle, more sorcerers arrived--a second wave. They launched themselves into the fighting masses, presenting a harsher threat for those of Aaron's band.
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jan 24, 2009 16:59:12 GMT -5
Jamison stumbled backward when she bowled into him, regaining his balance and clinging to Nyra's small form. "What happened to you? How did you get here?" he asked breathlessly. Snaking one arm free so that he could cup her cheek in his palm and raise her head, he desperately searched her face for some explanation.
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Post by jenee on Jan 24, 2009 17:05:16 GMT -5
Nyra shook her head. "I don't have time to explain. But I had to sneak away. I knew you guys would be out here." She reached up on tip-toe for a moment to plant a quick kiss on his lips before burying her face in his shoulder, trying to focus on the spell to keep outside forces away. She couldn't hold on to it for much longer--she had to let go at some point. "I love you, okay?" she murmured. "But I can't keep this shield up forever."
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jan 24, 2009 17:09:39 GMT -5
He nodded stupidly, not completely understanding what she was saying. His eyes were wide with fear. "I love you too, Nyra. Always will." Jamison pressed her harder to his chest, reveling in this sweet moment as long as he could.
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Post by jenee on Jan 24, 2009 17:19:00 GMT -5
Nyra closed her eyes for a brief moment, then pulled away. "I have to break the spell, alright? Ready?"
Lurking nearby, watching with sharp scarlet eyes, was another sorcerer. Varen's hood had already fallen back in the chaotic fight, yet unlike Nyra, he was meant to be there all along. And yet he wasn't himself in the least. His eyes were dark, glinting with some sinister feeling. Like the many other magic users, he had no control.
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jan 24, 2009 17:44:42 GMT -5
Jamison nodded slowly, and gave her another tight squeeze. "I'm ready." He released her.
Jaclyn landed roughly, and scrambled to her feet, only to be shoved over once more. It was getting harder to concentrate on pulling the Charter Marks forth, and she resorted to screeching them out, no longer able to use her hands to form them, and too out of breath to control her hoarse voice now. She was on her feet again, and knocked sideways, stumbling aimlessly in the midst of the chaos. An image of Nyra and Jamison flashed past, the two clinging to eachother, safe in their own little bubble for a few moments longer. And then they were gone, to be replaced by another familiar form. She found her voice again, and gulped in air. "Varen!"
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Post by jenee on Jan 24, 2009 17:55:09 GMT -5
He didn't even seem to hear here, just continued forward, quickly taking care of anyone who got in his way. Nyra didn't notice him until she let the connecton between her concentration and her magic thin. As soon as the shield was down, a flash of dark blue met the corner of her sight. Before she could even process a reaction, a sharp force collided with her side, sending her off her feet and falling toward the cool ground. Varen appeared completely indifferent as he advanced forward, though suddenly a slight smirk was evident on his face.
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jan 24, 2009 18:13:58 GMT -5
Jamison saw the flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye, and reacted without thinking, reaching out to grab hold of Nyra before she could fall, shielding her from the attacker. His eyes darted to the side, catching sight of Varen's approach. For a moment, confusion clouded his face as he recognized the sorcerer. Was he... attacking them? Jamison's eyes narrowed, and he moved into a defensive position, pushing Nyra behind him so that he was between her and Varen. He would not take the other sorcerer harm her, no matter what the cost.
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Post by jenee on Jan 24, 2009 18:24:48 GMT -5
The sorceress winced, clutching her side as pain erupted from it, slowly spreading--she found herself frozen in place, the spell's effects keeping her from moving. Through narrowed eyes she saw Jamison move in front of her, blocking her from...Varen? Her eyes widened, but when she caught sight of his eyes, her breath caught. This wasn't him. "Don't!" she tryed to call out, but it barely came out as more than a whisper.
Varen, already in an attacking stance, shifted his weight, angling his arm out toward Jamison, palm facing forward. While he drew together threads of magic in his mind, he fixed his opponent with a sharp glare--a clear warning to move aside.
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jan 24, 2009 18:37:01 GMT -5
Jamison gritted his teeth, glaring right back, eyes blazing with defiance. There was no way he was moving. He shifted his weight, ready for an attack.
Jaclyn lurched through the throngs of fighters, trying to reach her brother in time. Jamison had no idea what Varen could do, and he could be badly hurt if he didn't get out of the way. She tried to cry out, but no sound came from her throat. The Mage spotted the three of them up again, and threw herself forward, arms stretched out toward her brother in an attempt to push him out of the way.
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