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Post by godfreya on Jan 9, 2016 10:30:10 GMT
Godfreya sensed a powerful presence up north. Judging from the shaking earth and the growling noise, it was most likely their target. As she focused her attention to this scene, she completely forgot about her animosity towards Assassin. In fact, all hatred from a while ago vanished in thin air. Everything has been shifted towards the focus of accomplishing their objective. Though it did not surprise her one bit, she was still concerned about the actions of the Golden King. Although his strength was beyond doubt worthy of commend, their enemy was still different from one would expect from all the missions up 'til now. Engaging the enemy without a plan would be mad. . .well, he's a Berserker after all.
"This is bad."
Godfreya focused her eyes on the target. There was something different from it. She's unsure but for some reason that body of that thing seemed like it's reacting to something. She needed a more accurate description of this but a lack of good eyes in this lineup was a problem. If only an Archer was employed in this mission then maybe. . .
"Assassin, I will ignore what happened just now. I want you to scan that thing and report to me what's up. With your presence concealment, I believe you can monitor its composition without getting detected."
A very difficult request but it was important to know what that thing was exactly. That thing was definitely a Servant but something turned it into that.
"On the other hand, I will wait for an opening and try to strike a lethal blow."
Godfreya exclaimed as she glanced at Assassin. Her plan was simple: she will watch the fight between the King of Heroes and that thing. Knowing the golden king's personality, she doubted that a lending hand would be appreciated. In short, she would only incur the wrath of the latter if she would help. But, if she could use the gap during their exchange and deal a fatal blow before all this thing could go out of hand, then maybe it'd be successful. Hopefully.
Before unsheathing her blade and rushing to the battlefield, she knelt down and offered herself to a prayer. It was a prayer for blessing and victory.
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Post by Dr. Roman on Jan 12, 2016 3:16:06 GMT
The blackened servant sensed the power of a need threat long before he actually heard the commotion of the Golden Servant.
He felt the power oozing from that Servant and he knew deep in his bones. That was something he had to beat, he had to overthrow it. Then he noticed the second Servant, there was power in her too.
"Aha!"
The brief mark of insane sanity riddled his soul. They must be ▅▅▅, yes they are ▅▅▅ they need to be toppled!
And so head on he faced the King of Heroes. It didn't matter how certain death would can be, he knew that this was what he was missing. It was not valor that spurred the Blackened Servant to face his enemy head on, there was a missing emotion but deep down in his core he knew that it was the right thing to do. It didn't matter how large or deadly the threat was, he had to fight it because he was ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅ ▅▅▅.
So the raging mass charged at Gilgamesh, fully intending to cast down the tyrant, the oppressor. Anything that got on his path was mowed down. There was no shouting, no words for acknowledging the challenge he was thrown. There was just one thing he offered the King of Heroes, the smile that belonged to a man who unshackled himself and others, the man who gladly faced any danger.
He swung his gladius, it was a woefully small blade for a man of his size but behind it packed the strength to crush and blow away those unprepared. Even for his massive form, he moved fast and as he proceeded to repeatedly swing at the Golden Berserker there was the slightly hint of the previous martial capability the real one must have had.
But even with all the power behind it's swings, it didn't take long for an opening to appear...
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Post by AU-O on Jan 16, 2016 16:38:02 GMT
There was something remarkably chilly about the beast that approached him, such so that "Beast" was probably inaccurate to describe it. It did not possess the shape of an animal, it was humanoid, but grotesque, like a many made out of black puddy, wrapped in fog and shadow, and grinning with an insanity that even nature would turn it's head at. No, "Beast" was too flattering for the thing he faced. No matter, so long gave him a decent burst of adrenaline, he could forgive it's abominable nature. Besides, he hadn't come to examine the thing.
He'd come to kill it.
The monstrosity lunged at Gilgamesh, and he in kind leaped forward at the blackened servant. Gilgamesh faced an onslaught of blows, delivered by a sword that seemed far too small for such an imposing figure. But the weight behind it seemed appropriate. Parrying with a single arm seemed like a poor idea, after Gilgamesh found one of his arms knocked to the side from the unexpected force behind the servants blows. It was by a hair's breadth that he avoided the follow-up strike, bringing both of his blades back up in front of him. As the servant continued his assault, Gilgamesh responded in the best way a Berserker knew how; He similarly went on the offense, striking the servants sword blow for blow as he attempted to strike at Gilgamesh, parrying each blow by delivering equal force in his swings. Still, the golden hero lost ground, forced to take several steps back as the assault continued, but lost ground meant nothing.
Opportunity meant everything.
There it was, an over exertion on the monstrosity's part, a blow that was parried wide such that he could not regain his guard in sufficient time. Exclaiming in triumph, Gilgamesh thrust his free sword forward, up towards the dark entities gut, hoping to eviscerate it where it stood.
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Post by signy on Jan 17, 2016 9:10:25 GMT
"Assassin, I will ignore what happened just now. I want you to scan that thing and report to me what's up. With your presence concealment, I believe you can monitor its composition without getting detected."Signy raised her eyebrows at the commander’s strange choice of words. “Please do, commander, since nothing had happened just now.” She answered respectfully, although there was no hiding a very slight sneering tone behind the words. Signy respected authority, but they at least had to be smart. “And I would do it right away. Please don’t get too close to the fight, so I can report to you when I find something without fear of being killed.”
And with a polite nod, the Assassin took off. It did not take much effort to know where she needed to head to. The sound of metal clashing was loud enough it made some of already broken walls crackled and crumbled.
‘Witless beast,’ she cursed to herself as she maneuvered to the battle area, ‘cannot stand reined even for a minute.’Naturally, the Witch of Spiders had already located the target Servant when she made her rounds. She had hoped to be able to stall time to let the next component in her plans be put in place before telling the others of its place. But as things stood know, she had to improvise a little. Now, if only those things could move a little faster… The sight of the furious battle awed even Signy, who lived in an era of mighty heroes and glorious battles, and who once had even saw Gods battled each other. There were not much flair of elegance in the duel between the Gladiator and the King now. In fact, there was none. But the raw power that they put in each other blows as their blades parried each other with an earth-shattering was enough to instill dread even in the most cunning participant. Should one of the blades- nay- even the wind of one of the blows managed to hit her, Signy was sure that her days were numbered. So, she wisely chose to stay far away and observe. She had a great time watching. Her skillsets meant that neither the Gladiator nor the King noticed her whereabouts. Even one or two ghouls who somehow stumbled near her ignored her since she clearly was not their enemy. This gave her much freedom to find the best angles to study both fighters strengths and weaknesses, while being mindful of her own position. Calculating the battle flow, she was able to move periodically so as to stay away from the battle at all times. And now the Crusader entered. Signy watched keenly, eager to know if this commander could fight as good as she could lead. Meanwhile, even if she fleeted in and out of the area, none could notice… |
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Post by godfreya on Jan 18, 2016 11:59:14 GMT
The fight began with the Golden King challenging the monster. As Assassin had already left, Godfreya quietly rushed to the battlefield by taking the side-route. With her sword sheathed and her eyes prepared to cleave to kill, she had pressed herself for battle. Using the buildings and other objects as cover, she silently crept on the rear of the battle.
"That thing is a Servant."
You don't need good eyes to tell that was what Godfreya thought. From afar, it was like a mad bear with abnormal physique and aura. Up close, it was in the form of a berserker told in the Norse Myths or Gladiators during the time of the Romans. It was a kind of existence that ignores all form of rational thinking and could only follow the path of destruction. Such an enemy was Godfreya's nemesis. She could not persuade the person to drop their weapon and embrace God and surrender. There was no hope for him but to perish. That's why Godfreya can fight without holding back.
"May God have mercy on your soul. . ."
She used her superhuman strength to propel herself over the buildings and reach an infrastructure just above the duel field of both mad warriors. The Golden King was indeed strong. . .to be able to put up a fight this much. Even if he's a heretic, as a warrior, it was somewhat commendable. As their weapons clash, the mad beast holding a gladius, a weapon used by the Romans, something that was easily distinguishable as relics from its past was scattered all over the lands during her time, and for the King of Heroes, it was a weapon that was seemingly good enough to match his abilities.
"A Roman perhaps? Hmm. . .a Gladiator?"
If this was a heroic spirit that uses a gladius and fight like a berserker. . .a gladiator. .. then possibly could he be that?
As she thought of the possibilities and recalled the stories that she had heard from the time of the Romans, on the age of Gladiators, an age not too distant from her time where its relics still existed. . .
An opening brought itself.
The clash between the two berserkers exploded and the impact led to a wide margin of error for the enemy Servant. Putting all the strength in her legs, Godfreya skydived while spinning over and over again, like an upside down twister, with her mighty sword stretched and with force put over it. . .a speed pulled not only by her sheer physical strength but with gravity as well.
This opponent was a berserker---a mad man. Had it been otherwise, then this was a careless move. But, with the fact of this opening and all killing intent exerted by the Golden King, strong enough to conceal Godfreya's hostile movement, it was an attack she was hoping to cleave the nape until to the spine of their enemy. |
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Post by Dr. Roman on Jan 28, 2016 17:30:26 GMT
The more he clashed with the Golden Hero, the more fulfilled did he felt.
That Servant was unbelievably strong, it felt right to challenge it... to overcome that Servant, to overcome these odds briefly, just briefly made the blackened heart of this Servant feel alive.
The smile widened.
Blood was spilled.
Gilgamesh would have realized two things in the instant his blade found an opening and cut at the muscular gut. Even a blade of such high quality did not go through, the feeling would have been as if he was cutting through a block of iron, the would was deep but against a normal opponent, even against a Servant wearing the heaviest of armors they should have no trouble cutting through them. But the skin of the blackened servant was beyond tough. The second thing he would have noticed was that in those mad eyes of the dark figure, life flared. The pain woke up something. This monster was far more aware than it initially would have led to believe.
It all happened in an instant, far to late for Godfreya to move away as the tip of her blade was nearly on the black servant.
The muscular monstrosity performed a round-house kick, on the direction of Gilgamesh's outstretch stabbing arm. The force of the kick was like a mini tycoon, producing a shockwave that would have blown away lesser beings. A direct hit from the muscled leg for most beings would have been lethal....
But that was not all, the motion of the kick put the black Servant nape away from harm. Yet not out of harms way. The holy sword would have lightly cut across the back of the monstrous thing. At this point, there was no doubt that those muscles were the thing's armor.
The Black Servant turned, eyes full of joy and a smile full of madness and began to violently swing the small sword at Saber. This time, stompings, kickings and punchings were added to the already lethal swordsmanship of the black thing...
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Post by AU-O on Feb 6, 2016 4:53:28 GMT
Hrm. That was interesting.
As Gilgamesh's sword sank into the flesh of his opponent, he encountered a resistance he had never experienced before, nor expected against such a completely unarmored foe. But instead, it felt as if he was slashing into the walls of Uruk itself; This things skin was absurdly tough. Or more appropriately, it's muscles were, as if it had an armor of the hardest metal laying beneath it's flesh. His blow still hit it's mark and pierced the beastial man, but that only seemed to invigorate the crazed creature masquerading in a man's form. The golden hero hardly had time to retract his blade from the thick tangle of muscle before the massive man moved with surprisingly agility, kicking straight into the side of Gilgamesh's torso, sending him flying several feet away.
The hero slammed into the ground, pain rocketting through his body, before he bounced straight off the ground, this time landing on his feet as his reflexes kicked in.
Golden eyes gazed up, fogged with an emotion between deliriously happy and enraged.
Now this was more like it.
It was not the time for finesse nor precision. You do not attempt to use a rapier on a boar hunt, after all. This was a contest of strength, and Gilgamesh had no desire to lose, regardless of his opponent. His golden weapons shimmered and dissipated, before being replaced with the pulsing red and black form of his axe, Humbaba. The blackened servant surely would have not concept of the effect of the axe, completely immune to it's malicious aura. But his companions would be able to sense the despair and terror radiating from the weapon like a choking miasma. It was not aimed towards them so there was little fear of his allies turning and fleeing, but even if they did he wouldn't mind. It might even be better that way.
With another roar of heightened emotion, Gilgamesh returned to the fray, swinging his massive axe at the darkened servant, aiming to match it blow for blow. It held immense strength, but Gilgamesh's own was nothing to scoff at, and with both hands fully committed to each strike of his weapon, he was confident in his ability to trade blows with it. Plus it might be distracted with the Christian Saber, assuming it hadn't smashed her into a pulp by now. If it hadn't, Gilgamesh had half a mind to do it himself. After all, who was she to butt into their engagement?
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Post by signy on Feb 9, 2016 5:25:26 GMT
“Oh. Wow!” A good appreciator of style, Signy almost clapped her hands when she saw the diving maneuver did by Godfreya. It was so full of flair. So full of arts. So full of…inaccuracies. But most importantly, it was beautiful. The move made the crude battle beautiful. Signy always enjoyed hood battle. Not so much for its result as for the way it unfolds. It did not matter who lived or died as long as the battle was well-fought. Of course, the fact that she was hardly ever be the one who was in the fight played a big part in her nonchalant observer’s attitude. In fact, sometimes it was her responsibility to arrange a good fight for the amusement of her guests and herself… As the battle raged on, Signy noticed something about the black monstrosity. She and her cahoots had discussed the possibilities of the mad Servant’s power based on a transmission received before. One of them hypothesized a daring view: That each time it was damaged, instead of getting injured the Servant would instead get stronger the more damage it received; A kind of sentient, giant violent punching bag. It was an almost unheard of ability that Signy dismissed it. But now, when the Golden King struck a blow, Signy could see something of that effect. Somehow, it seemed that the next attack from the Monster was stronger, filled with much more power. Being a Berserker perhaps that was a natural response, but the possibility remained. She must remember to report this to Commander soon. But now, she had to do something else. Walking stealthily towards a pile of rubbles, Signy scooped some and silently carved some ancient runes in them. As for now, the two combatants might not care very much where she was. And being an Assassin it was just natural if she could not see her amidst tall remnants of the houses around. But Signy was scrupulous. She had to leave something in case they called out to her. The rubbles began to shift. A soft light enveloped it and it coalesced into Signy’s own form, down to her fluttering robes and glowing eyes. It even tilted its own head in question. Signy eyed her own face with disdain. An artificial construct that would shame her teacher… But in this case, it would suffice. It would fleet in and out the perimeter following the Commander’s order to “scan that thing”. From a distance it completely looked like her. It would give some covering in an unlikely event that in the ten seconds of her absence, her presence was needed. Her preparations complete, she send the artificial construct on her way. She herself leaped down to a lane behind the building to an empty street. It must have been a pretty busy sector before, with crossroads. There were stumps of what used to be traffic lights and the road markings were still visible. But a gaping crater on the asphalted street reminded that this was indeed an aftermath of destruction. On the northeastern intersection was an abandoned market, its posters still showed the latest prices the shopkeepers once offered. Among the many canopies and bent walls the area was wide and dark, its jumbled structure perfect as a hiding place for a nest of ghouls. To this building, the Witch of Spiders glided fearlessly. Soon she was walking in the shop-lined streets. Arriving at the threshold, she stepped in the dilapidated area without hesitation. No sunlight could creep behind the walls filled with tall racks. The ground was covered with dust and debris. Red mist lingered in the dead air. The feeling of dread and foreboding was almost untolerable. But Signy simply flicked her staff and continued deeper, waiving dangers to the part of almost total darkness. And sure enough, some six ghouls appeared out one of the buildings and rushed towards the lone figure, baring their teeth and claws. More appeared behind them. From the racks. Form behind boxes. All in all there were at least a hundred ghouls in the vicinity of the area. But remarkably, they all stopped as soon as they saw her. They simply stood there, still, as if seeing someone they had known before. A wide smile streaked across Signy’s face. Her free hand flew into her robe. “Found you.”
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Post by godfreya on Feb 14, 2016 7:08:17 GMT
"You..."
Godfreya scowled at that thing after it had survived her attack. Now with its attention at her, she readied her body to receive an unpleasant exchange. The size difference was imminent but that was not something that would bother Godfreya. If it were something then it would be his unpleasant battle style.
Godfreya gripped the pommel of her holy sword and parried the swings of the gladius of the black beast. While doing that, she did her best to coordinate her feet with each parry trying not to get caught by the punches of the black thing. While his skin was as hard as steel, which beyond doubt had to be the armor of this thing, his punches were like a rampaging bull. Getting it by it would definitely be fatal.
"Truly a berserker.. . .huh Gladiator?"
She remarked with a sarcastic grin on her face as she was about to receive one of the slashes of the black thing. It was a provocative taunt. Though Godfreya was not exactly sure of this thing's identity, given the gladius, the way the body was built and the unpleasant battle style, she could only guess the former. A gladiator of the past. Storied told from the Romans of the past, these monsters that fight for their lives and for the entertainment of the Roman people.
At that moment the gladius was swung, Godfreya jumped and planted her feet on its thick fuller. Before the black thing could react, Godfreya swung her holy sword, which was lighter to use, with the aim to dismember the black thing's wrist. |
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