03-13-2018, 01:41 AM
The burnished blade sang true as it rent the air. The blade swung end over end with an unearthly heft, as though propelled by an unseen wind or will. Yet in such an hour of need Eowyn would not question the manner of the weapon’s appearance, and caught the haft without pause. The battle axe was heavy but well-kept and possessing of a wicked edge. The weapon seemed almost as if it spoke to her, so eager was its blade for battle, and Eowyn held it at the ready as their foes regrouped, their hellish mounts diving out of the sky with the grace of death. The Elves had withdrawn from the clearing, as had the shinobi, though arrows still defied the orcs from the forest’s edge. Yet of the defenders still in the clearing, this left Eowyn and Kelly as the most visible targets for their charge. Two warriors facing death from air.
The Orcish raiders dove with purpose, the great mounts peeling from the sky with inhuman cries as they raced towards the two primes. Kelly held not for their arrival, but leapt into the air with unnatural speed as the attackers drew near. He soared up and over the snapping maw of the beast, striking the surprised orc with his quarterstaff as he landed on the beast’s back. The Pterodactyl shrieked, its burden doubled in an instant, and turned skyward, Kelly struggling with the physically larger orc as the winged terror sought the safety of the sky.
Yet two more riders continued their dive, one of the scaled and feathered beasts swept along the tree line, suffering arrows from the elves to cast a smoking bundle at their shelter, engulfing the elves with a noxious haze. The final pterosaur swooped low, rippling ferns as it skimmed the surface. Atop its back rode a hulking orc of vibrant green, brighter than any spawn of Mordor’s pits. Eowyn dove aside as the beast’s jaws sought her waist, then brought the battle axe to bear with grim resolve. The darkling steel bit eagerly into the wing, halting only briefly at the hollow bone before proceeding into wing flap. The Pterosaur crashed to the earth in a deafening cacophony of shrieks, its airborne kin echoing the cries of pain as the leathery behemoth turned up soil and fern in a spray of earth and vegetation.
Yet though the dreaded pterosaur had been torn from the air, its rider was not yet bereft of fervor and with a cry of “Waaaaaaauuugh!” the large warrior bore down upon Eowyn with a snarl and a slab of twisted metal nearly twice the size of Eowyn’s own weapon. The Shieldmaiden rejected her momentary fear and answered the greenskin’s charge with her own cry.
“Forth Eorlingas!” sung out amidst the branches of the tangled green, and darkling steel met orkish metal with a resounding clang.
The Orcish raiders dove with purpose, the great mounts peeling from the sky with inhuman cries as they raced towards the two primes. Kelly held not for their arrival, but leapt into the air with unnatural speed as the attackers drew near. He soared up and over the snapping maw of the beast, striking the surprised orc with his quarterstaff as he landed on the beast’s back. The Pterodactyl shrieked, its burden doubled in an instant, and turned skyward, Kelly struggling with the physically larger orc as the winged terror sought the safety of the sky.
Yet two more riders continued their dive, one of the scaled and feathered beasts swept along the tree line, suffering arrows from the elves to cast a smoking bundle at their shelter, engulfing the elves with a noxious haze. The final pterosaur swooped low, rippling ferns as it skimmed the surface. Atop its back rode a hulking orc of vibrant green, brighter than any spawn of Mordor’s pits. Eowyn dove aside as the beast’s jaws sought her waist, then brought the battle axe to bear with grim resolve. The darkling steel bit eagerly into the wing, halting only briefly at the hollow bone before proceeding into wing flap. The Pterosaur crashed to the earth in a deafening cacophony of shrieks, its airborne kin echoing the cries of pain as the leathery behemoth turned up soil and fern in a spray of earth and vegetation.
Yet though the dreaded pterosaur had been torn from the air, its rider was not yet bereft of fervor and with a cry of “Waaaaaaauuugh!” the large warrior bore down upon Eowyn with a snarl and a slab of twisted metal nearly twice the size of Eowyn’s own weapon. The Shieldmaiden rejected her momentary fear and answered the greenskin’s charge with her own cry.
“Forth Eorlingas!” sung out amidst the branches of the tangled green, and darkling steel met orkish metal with a resounding clang.