09-20-2017, 09:08 PM
Morene's ears rang with headache-inducing intensity as Kuzuru's violently loud guitar erupted the eardrums of the Darkspawn copies in front of her. Laying them down with a nice meaty swing of her poleaxe's hammerhead wasn't difficult afterwards.
More importantly, it was satisfying in a way. The huntress had seemed so used to this chaos at this point, so something to spice things up a bit was necessary to keep her morale stable.
Even if it meant terrible sound turned into weaponry that seemed to have been so close to her head that it was a purposeful case of slight friendly fire from her "ally."
Thinking about this, that slight morale Morene thought about only a second ago lowered a considerable amount. The woman's teeth were clenched to the point of chipping at how annoyed she was with the demonchild carelessly firing wherever he pleased.
Metal plates clanked as the swordsman Darkspawn beneath Morene rose to it's feet. The woman sighed as she realized smacking Kuzuru again would have to wait, for the beast in front of her did not hesitate whatsoever in charging the woman.
"A break would be nice," the woman lowly mumbled to herself. Nobody else could hear Morene's words but herself, and she was too tired to care. Off in the distance, Ebony saw this and thought of an assortment of cool one-liners she might have shouted at that moment, but were perhaps muffled by the demon's loud strums. None of it was true however; the huntress really wanted to end this fast.
In the spirit of fast and efficient, the woman raised her poleaxe to guard her chest. The immediate feinted attack followed by the samurai was easy enough to read, so all Morene had to do was follow it up with a nice shove. Damaging? By all means, no.
Disorienting? For certain, wasting no time after watching the bladed warrior stumble back to charge another hammerhead strike.
The Darkspawn copy before her expected an immediate response, only to raise it's sword to protect itself from nothing. No more than half a second later did the actual poleaxe connect with the samurai's elbow.
Morene expected a disgusting pop to follow, but was almost dissatisfied to hear nothing but the crunching of loosely laced together plate.
Still, the samurai fell once more, this time his sword crashing to the ground with him. One of his limbs was snapped straight in half however, but alas, that did not stop him. Once more, the soldier of Nebula rose to it's feet, but Morene wasn't much prepared to deal with it this time. At the corner of her eyes slightly obstructed by her helmet, the firearm-wielding Darkspawn shot Ebony directly in the ribs. The huntress' heart sank, but she didn't have time to react as only a second later did the samurai's helmet collide directly into Morene's forehead.
Sure, two helmets crashing into each other wouldn't imply much damage, but it did accomplish worsening Morene's intense headache. Slight dizziness followed as the samurai's gauntlet smashed down onto her still-protected face. It was brutal, messy, and the unprofessionalism of it quite honestly annoyed the woman. Still, she couldn't do much as she fell bum first onto the floor.
Groaning in pain, the woman grasped at the beast's broken arm and tossed it's entire body to the side.
Claptrap continued to scream in excitement, and Morene swore she saw that strange woman almost as big as her smiling in her general direction.
Morene sat herself upright, taking a slight second to breathe and let the chaos sink in. Admittedly, it was hard to do so over the magic flinging, gun slinging, and guitar thrashing banging at her head constantly. Either way, there were things to be done. At the corner of her eye, the sight of a slightly limp Ebony reminded the woman what exactly she was here for.
Strangely, the samurai didn't go for Morene this time. The woman was confused initially, but the intent eventually dawned upon Morene as it waltzed off to the bulky white alien-like creature she hadn't seen before. An eyebrow raised beneath her helmet, watching it attempt to save his magician ally before being pummeled by the new Liberator in the group. Morene was flattered, realizing that the Darkspawn thought itself too ineffective to deal with a woman who had a dedicated weapon for denting armor like a car crashing into a lamp post.
At that point, she ran to the hooded scythe user, watching as her friend whose name went "Summer" held down the head of the firearm-wielding zombie right into a puddle of magma.
The huntress winced a bit at the crackling heat that followed. It didn't take much time for Morene to reach her friend still trying to catch her breath. Still.
From then on, things could only get worse.
More importantly, it was satisfying in a way. The huntress had seemed so used to this chaos at this point, so something to spice things up a bit was necessary to keep her morale stable.
Even if it meant terrible sound turned into weaponry that seemed to have been so close to her head that it was a purposeful case of slight friendly fire from her "ally."
Thinking about this, that slight morale Morene thought about only a second ago lowered a considerable amount. The woman's teeth were clenched to the point of chipping at how annoyed she was with the demonchild carelessly firing wherever he pleased.
Metal plates clanked as the swordsman Darkspawn beneath Morene rose to it's feet. The woman sighed as she realized smacking Kuzuru again would have to wait, for the beast in front of her did not hesitate whatsoever in charging the woman.
"A break would be nice," the woman lowly mumbled to herself. Nobody else could hear Morene's words but herself, and she was too tired to care. Off in the distance, Ebony saw this and thought of an assortment of cool one-liners she might have shouted at that moment, but were perhaps muffled by the demon's loud strums. None of it was true however; the huntress really wanted to end this fast.
In the spirit of fast and efficient, the woman raised her poleaxe to guard her chest. The immediate feinted attack followed by the samurai was easy enough to read, so all Morene had to do was follow it up with a nice shove. Damaging? By all means, no.
Disorienting? For certain, wasting no time after watching the bladed warrior stumble back to charge another hammerhead strike.
The Darkspawn copy before her expected an immediate response, only to raise it's sword to protect itself from nothing. No more than half a second later did the actual poleaxe connect with the samurai's elbow.
Morene expected a disgusting pop to follow, but was almost dissatisfied to hear nothing but the crunching of loosely laced together plate.
Still, the samurai fell once more, this time his sword crashing to the ground with him. One of his limbs was snapped straight in half however, but alas, that did not stop him. Once more, the soldier of Nebula rose to it's feet, but Morene wasn't much prepared to deal with it this time. At the corner of her eyes slightly obstructed by her helmet, the firearm-wielding Darkspawn shot Ebony directly in the ribs. The huntress' heart sank, but she didn't have time to react as only a second later did the samurai's helmet collide directly into Morene's forehead.
Sure, two helmets crashing into each other wouldn't imply much damage, but it did accomplish worsening Morene's intense headache. Slight dizziness followed as the samurai's gauntlet smashed down onto her still-protected face. It was brutal, messy, and the unprofessionalism of it quite honestly annoyed the woman. Still, she couldn't do much as she fell bum first onto the floor.
Groaning in pain, the woman grasped at the beast's broken arm and tossed it's entire body to the side.
Claptrap continued to scream in excitement, and Morene swore she saw that strange woman almost as big as her smiling in her general direction.
Morene sat herself upright, taking a slight second to breathe and let the chaos sink in. Admittedly, it was hard to do so over the magic flinging, gun slinging, and guitar thrashing banging at her head constantly. Either way, there were things to be done. At the corner of her eye, the sight of a slightly limp Ebony reminded the woman what exactly she was here for.
Strangely, the samurai didn't go for Morene this time. The woman was confused initially, but the intent eventually dawned upon Morene as it waltzed off to the bulky white alien-like creature she hadn't seen before. An eyebrow raised beneath her helmet, watching it attempt to save his magician ally before being pummeled by the new Liberator in the group. Morene was flattered, realizing that the Darkspawn thought itself too ineffective to deal with a woman who had a dedicated weapon for denting armor like a car crashing into a lamp post.
At that point, she ran to the hooded scythe user, watching as her friend whose name went "Summer" held down the head of the firearm-wielding zombie right into a puddle of magma.
The huntress winced a bit at the crackling heat that followed. It didn't take much time for Morene to reach her friend still trying to catch her breath. Still.
From then on, things could only get worse.
Quote:807 words, post late by a few hours still.
Morene takes on the enraged samurai after Kuzuru activates his terrible-sounding guitar.
Samurai's arm becomes slightly disabled, which leaves plenty of room for Syn to pummel the poor creature into the ground, promptly impressing a slightly confused Morene.
Morene runs off to Ebony afterwards, seeing as she's injured and Summer handled himself well by shoving the face of the Gunslinger right into a sizable body of lava.