Rue
Post by Jack on Apr 21, 2016 13:44:08 GMT
Sprinting, ducking his head under a branch, skidding down a small embankment then running again. Growls and howls close on his heals, his progress sporadically marked with a yelp or a barking growl.
"This may be bad..."
Another wolf appeared before him, smashing it from his path leading with his shield, not stopping to fight the damned thing. There was a pack, and as of now he was their prey, he had to keep moving. The dark night sky above him betrayed how long he had been out today, and now with this darkness came a danger. Now running, weaving between the trees, making sure to keep his gear from catching and causing him to fall, that would most literally spell death for him. How had this even started...
Taking another sip of his tea Marcus leafed through his current book, it was nice that someone had thought to include such a feature. The feeling of paper on his hands, the solid spine of the book, it was a lovely thing. Taking a bite from his breakfast he sat back, looking out of the open balcony door that led to the town center. So much had happened since the beginning of this ordeal, they had made it to the second floor just recently.... the second floor. Setting his book down as he finished his tea, he hadn't been out to farm since the lag spike when everyone's bodies were moved. Not that he really wanted to, but perhaps Julia would have liked to see him keep going. This world was a prison and a death sentence... but maybe that wasn't so different from the real world. This was their true world, at least as of now, and that being the truth meant that Don, no Flint couldn't just sit back and do nothing. Stewing here would change nothing, and others would go to the front line and handle the completion of this challenge. Standing up and stretching a touch, with a swipe of his hand he ran down what little gear he had. It should be enough to get him started, he would head out to the plains, maybe dip into the forest for a bit. Wouldn't be much harm in just getting a better feel for farming and fighting again....
"This may be bad..."
Another wolf appeared before him, smashing it from his path leading with his shield, not stopping to fight the damned thing. There was a pack, and as of now he was their prey, he had to keep moving. The dark night sky above him betrayed how long he had been out today, and now with this darkness came a danger. Now running, weaving between the trees, making sure to keep his gear from catching and causing him to fall, that would most literally spell death for him. How had this even started...
...Eight hours ago...
Taking another sip of his tea Marcus leafed through his current book, it was nice that someone had thought to include such a feature. The feeling of paper on his hands, the solid spine of the book, it was a lovely thing. Taking a bite from his breakfast he sat back, looking out of the open balcony door that led to the town center. So much had happened since the beginning of this ordeal, they had made it to the second floor just recently.... the second floor. Setting his book down as he finished his tea, he hadn't been out to farm since the lag spike when everyone's bodies were moved. Not that he really wanted to, but perhaps Julia would have liked to see him keep going. This world was a prison and a death sentence... but maybe that wasn't so different from the real world. This was their true world, at least as of now, and that being the truth meant that Don, no Flint couldn't just sit back and do nothing. Stewing here would change nothing, and others would go to the front line and handle the completion of this challenge. Standing up and stretching a touch, with a swipe of his hand he ran down what little gear he had. It should be enough to get him started, he would head out to the plains, maybe dip into the forest for a bit. Wouldn't be much harm in just getting a better feel for farming and fighting again....
...Present...
"Shit!"
Diving into a roll he dropped below the snapping mouth of a dire wolf that had just exploded from the undergrowth to his left. Coming to his feet and sweeping about, the beast crashed against his shield, the snapping teeth raked the wooden surface. With a huff he drove his lance forwards, the tip entered its side leaving the customary red glowing slice. One more jab and then it attacked again, this time going low, a slight burn of pain appearing on his leg. Driving his shield down he forced its head back, then raising his lance he drove it down through its head. Feeling what felt like purchase from the attack he repeated it, and then a shattering of pixels marked the end to the damned beast. Breathing deeply a few times Flint rested his lance butt on the ground, taking a moment.... and then a growl drew his attention... then another, and a final one.
Looking about himself in the twilight he could make out the three forms of the other dire wolves, the rest of the pack no doubt. Already they were slowly stalking about him, three of them... one of him.... Whirling his spear he settled into his low stance, shield up in a guard with his lance held lightly at his side. His eyes darted back and forth about himself, his body shifting slightly to keep his sight line moving, trying to keep them from sitting in his blind spot for too long.
"Here we go..."
With a yell he slammed the butt of his lance into the ground and then slammed back into his defense. His shield glowing as the growls about him from the three dire wolves grew louder.... one second passed.... two...... the growls stopped and then they attacked. One from either side, and one from the front, shifting towards the one to his left, his shield snapped down to slam the gnashing teeth aside. Then it swept up and around stopping the raking claws from his right, his lance snaking out to rip across its nose. Then his shield snapped to his front, the third wolf hitting him full on, driving him to his back. Using the momentum to push the wolf over and past him it rolled off him as he swept to his feet, swinging his lance in an arc to clear the area around his body. The three wolves went back to prowling in a slow circle about him... this was very bad, he wouldn't be able to keep up this kind of defense for much longer. With a quick sweep across his hot bar he swept out a burning torch, dropping it at his feet his lance slipped back into his hand. Hopefully someone came across him, or saw the light from a ways away, as of now that may be his only hope. The growls stopped and he steadied his body.... and the fight began anew, though Flint could feel his time ticking down just as quickly.
"Shit!"
Diving into a roll he dropped below the snapping mouth of a dire wolf that had just exploded from the undergrowth to his left. Coming to his feet and sweeping about, the beast crashed against his shield, the snapping teeth raked the wooden surface. With a huff he drove his lance forwards, the tip entered its side leaving the customary red glowing slice. One more jab and then it attacked again, this time going low, a slight burn of pain appearing on his leg. Driving his shield down he forced its head back, then raising his lance he drove it down through its head. Feeling what felt like purchase from the attack he repeated it, and then a shattering of pixels marked the end to the damned beast. Breathing deeply a few times Flint rested his lance butt on the ground, taking a moment.... and then a growl drew his attention... then another, and a final one.
Looking about himself in the twilight he could make out the three forms of the other dire wolves, the rest of the pack no doubt. Already they were slowly stalking about him, three of them... one of him.... Whirling his spear he settled into his low stance, shield up in a guard with his lance held lightly at his side. His eyes darted back and forth about himself, his body shifting slightly to keep his sight line moving, trying to keep them from sitting in his blind spot for too long.
"Here we go..."
With a yell he slammed the butt of his lance into the ground and then slammed back into his defense. His shield glowing as the growls about him from the three dire wolves grew louder.... one second passed.... two...... the growls stopped and then they attacked. One from either side, and one from the front, shifting towards the one to his left, his shield snapped down to slam the gnashing teeth aside. Then it swept up and around stopping the raking claws from his right, his lance snaking out to rip across its nose. Then his shield snapped to his front, the third wolf hitting him full on, driving him to his back. Using the momentum to push the wolf over and past him it rolled off him as he swept to his feet, swinging his lance in an arc to clear the area around his body. The three wolves went back to prowling in a slow circle about him... this was very bad, he wouldn't be able to keep up this kind of defense for much longer. With a quick sweep across his hot bar he swept out a burning torch, dropping it at his feet his lance slipped back into his hand. Hopefully someone came across him, or saw the light from a ways away, as of now that may be his only hope. The growls stopped and he steadied his body.... and the fight began anew, though Flint could feel his time ticking down just as quickly.
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