02-19-2015, 03:51 AM
The camp was alerted now, and the other trolls were scrabbling out of the tents, and if this was all of them, well he had been off slightly, counting the two he had just taken down there was a good sixteen moving already. That was a lot, but for now he remained calm, focused and once more stepped forward, drew back on the dragonslayer's greatbow, and let loose. A series of actions that took several seconds of straining. He was rewarded though as another troll went down, the arrow slamming through the beast's ribcage as spears and axes were grabbed and held over heads, the trolls starting to rush towards the wall the Chosen Undead was perched upon. Did he have time for another shot? The corpse's question was answered swiftly, with a slightly off aim spear slamming into the wall of the cliff next to his head, sending up a spray of ice chips that clattered on his helm. With the question answered, he slung the bow over his back again and took off to his right, heading back towards the labyrinth of canyons and chasms that the camp was set right up against, the bellowing of the trolls sounding up towards him as they started to scale the cliffs themselves. He could vaguely hear another voice barking more firmly, words although he couldn't make them out. Some kind of commander? There might well be a few trolls remaining behind to keep guard of the camp, something to keep in mind.
For now his course was unchanged, he ran forward, and then jumped, hurtling over a canyon and landing on the other side, his knees bending as his hands flew out, gauntlets hitting the snow as he stopped himself. Then, he quickly slid forward, sliding down the cliff face and onto another ledge, his back against it. Now was the tricky part, losing the trolls in the maze and then circling back around to get the strange men out of the camp before they realized what was going on, and killing any guards still there in the process. So, he got to moving, edging along the ledge as quickly as he could, before sliding down another layer just for sure, he was now on the bottom of this rift, and quickly moved forward. He wanted to run, but that would likely give away his position...and then he heard the trolls moving above him, edging along the ledges. Slowly the Chosen Undead kept moving, hearing sounds of striking above him, before torchlight lit the ledges over there, and others started drifting down from other pathways in the maze. Fortunately, no one looked down, and he quickly slipped into another crevice, waiting silently to see if any had heard the scrape of his armor on the stone. None seemed to as they kept moving, and he waited, waited until the light passed above him, before sliding out and continuing onwards. It was good that they had lights, it meant he couldn't turn a corner and immediately be face to face with one. He still had to hide in case they were coming down the same corridor as him, but ultimately, he was able to find his way around them without too much issue. At last, he was back near the camp, moving over the cliff again.
The Chosen Undead looked over it carefully, there were indeed still guards down there. Three of them to be precise, one of them by the fire and the four short men. Now was the time to go then. The Chosen Undead pulled himself up onto the cliff properly and began moving carefully in that crawl again, moving to the wall once more before standing up. Again he drew up the Dragon Slayer's Great Bow and pulled forth an arrow from the quiver. Yet, as he was drawing the great string back, his left side to the cliff face, there came a whirling, before something solid and heavy slammed into his back! He went sprawling, the armored zombie falling forward, the arrow falling from his hands as he slid down the wall, plummeting hard into the snow with a heavy thump. He groaned, the great bow having fallen several feet away from him. He started to push himself up, before he heard the rattling of stones down the side, and without thinking he threw himself to the side, pushing hard as he rolled across the snow, getting his feet under him thanks to great practice at rolling, ending up in a crouch. In front of him, a large, brutish troll, twin tusks curling up almost to his eyes, was knelt on the ground, an axe slammed into the snow where the Chosen had just been laying. He pulled his axe up with a growl, a wicked thing with a spike on the opposite side of the gleaming half moon blade, a step up from the axes the other trolls had seemed to have. He also had chain visible under his furred clothing, better armored and better equipped, some kind of leader? Perhaps a champion, either way the Chosen drew his straight sword and slung his shield onto his arm, holding it up defensively, the gleaming blade held out to his side.
Naturally the other trolls had heard this clatter and come over, all three of them, but the tusked brute waved them off, it seemed he wanted the Chosen Undead for himself. That was a refreshing change of pace, he couldn't remember the last time he hadn't had to face everyone he could see at once. The troll meanwhile stepped to the left, and pulled from the snow a second gleaming, half moon axe...that must be what had slammed into the Chosen's back. At least it hadn't hit hard enough to break his armor, just put a dent in it, a dent he could feel poking into his withered back right now actually. It wouldn't hinder his fighting though, he had fought with worse injuries after all. For now it was time to face this brute down, the Chosen Undead stepping forward while his opponent did the same. The first exchange was, as usual, a quick test of the other's reflexes and stance. The Chosen made a quick thrust with his straight sword, which was batted aside by an axe, while the other swung towards his head, hitting the silver shield and glancing off. The other axe came in for another strike, but the Chosen caught it on his blade, ramming the crossguard into the side in what was both a block and an attempt to ram the tip of his sword into the troll's opposite shoulder. Yet, the troll twisted to the side, pulling his axe down to shift the sword with it, an attempt to put the Chosen off balance. However, the zombie refused to go along and dragged his sword back, the rasp of steel on steel ringing out, before it crested the axe and swung up in a slash towards the troll's throat, who quickly leaped back, nimbly avoiding the strike.
Both fighters began to circle around each other, each having a more wary, respectful posture as they regarded each other. Outside their little fight, the other three trolls were slapping spears to chests in a soft drumming sound to punctuate the duel that was taking place here. The troll made the next move, stepping forward as his axe came down, grip rotated so that the spike on the other side was coming down. The intention was clear, for the Chosen to block so that he could use the spike to rip it downwards and hammer in with the other axe. The obvious counter was clear as well, to meet this with sword instead of shield, to bat and then reverse for a stroke across the chest, but the troll was prepared for that, and besides, there was one specific maneuver the Chosen used, that so many opponents had been unprepared for during his time in Lordran. He brought his shield up, the spike slammed past it, and the troll ripped it down, his shield going with it. Yet instead of stumbling, the Chosen stepped forward with the pull, as his right leg lifted up off the ground. It lifted up and then pushed out, a heavy booted foot slamming into the troll's stomach! The brute stumbled back in surprise, a gasp of exhaled air escaping from the solid blow, but immediately the Chosen brought his boot back down and hurtled forward sword coming in for a hard thrust towards his chest!
His opponent was able to recover in time, sweeping the blade aside with a quick movement of his axe, but the Chosen just stepped forward again, this time his left arm came in, the shield hammering out to catch the brute in the face, right on the tusk! The axe wielder stumbled to the side from the hard blow, unprepared for the attack. The chosen just kept going though, his sword pulling back and thrusting again, and this time, it struck home. The blade pierced through mail and fur, cracking a rib as it pushed in, emerging out the other side by several inches as the troll's mouth dropped open in shock. Then the Chosen's left leg lifted pushing on his chest hard as he ripped his sword free of his chest, the troll dropping back onto the ground, weakly trying to get back up. Normally, the Chosen would quickly finish him off, but with that, the other three trolls had seen enough, there boots crackling on the snow as they suddenly charged towards him, bellowing! The swordsman whirled around just in time to catch the first spear on his shield, pushing it to the right with a quick step and turn. Immediately he brought his arm around in a hard slash, catching the troll in the chest, cleaving through his fur and flesh and scraping along his ribs before pulling free. It wasn't a lethal blow, but should buy him a bit of time as he then twisted his wrist to bring the sword back around to sweep the spear of the other troll aside, his left arm lashing out to slam the shield in a harsh bash on the third troll's face, knocking him onto his ass, before the Chosen turned and slammed the edge of the shield into the side of the second's head, toppling him down to the ground. Then he whirled, blade lashing out as the first troll was just getting up, not enough for a fatal blow but it opened a gash on his cheek, before he pulled his sword back and thrust through his throat, neatly piercing it before pulling back.
Once again he spun, his sword flying out to make sure no one was on him, but the other two trolls were only just getting up to their feet, so he rushed to one and brought his sword in, piercing his side before kicking and pulling. Then, he turned neatly, and swung his sword along, catching the other in the throat and letting him fall to the ground, ending them both. However, the other trolls in the labyrinth must have heard that initial bellowing, he needed to move, and fast!
For now his course was unchanged, he ran forward, and then jumped, hurtling over a canyon and landing on the other side, his knees bending as his hands flew out, gauntlets hitting the snow as he stopped himself. Then, he quickly slid forward, sliding down the cliff face and onto another ledge, his back against it. Now was the tricky part, losing the trolls in the maze and then circling back around to get the strange men out of the camp before they realized what was going on, and killing any guards still there in the process. So, he got to moving, edging along the ledge as quickly as he could, before sliding down another layer just for sure, he was now on the bottom of this rift, and quickly moved forward. He wanted to run, but that would likely give away his position...and then he heard the trolls moving above him, edging along the ledges. Slowly the Chosen Undead kept moving, hearing sounds of striking above him, before torchlight lit the ledges over there, and others started drifting down from other pathways in the maze. Fortunately, no one looked down, and he quickly slipped into another crevice, waiting silently to see if any had heard the scrape of his armor on the stone. None seemed to as they kept moving, and he waited, waited until the light passed above him, before sliding out and continuing onwards. It was good that they had lights, it meant he couldn't turn a corner and immediately be face to face with one. He still had to hide in case they were coming down the same corridor as him, but ultimately, he was able to find his way around them without too much issue. At last, he was back near the camp, moving over the cliff again.
The Chosen Undead looked over it carefully, there were indeed still guards down there. Three of them to be precise, one of them by the fire and the four short men. Now was the time to go then. The Chosen Undead pulled himself up onto the cliff properly and began moving carefully in that crawl again, moving to the wall once more before standing up. Again he drew up the Dragon Slayer's Great Bow and pulled forth an arrow from the quiver. Yet, as he was drawing the great string back, his left side to the cliff face, there came a whirling, before something solid and heavy slammed into his back! He went sprawling, the armored zombie falling forward, the arrow falling from his hands as he slid down the wall, plummeting hard into the snow with a heavy thump. He groaned, the great bow having fallen several feet away from him. He started to push himself up, before he heard the rattling of stones down the side, and without thinking he threw himself to the side, pushing hard as he rolled across the snow, getting his feet under him thanks to great practice at rolling, ending up in a crouch. In front of him, a large, brutish troll, twin tusks curling up almost to his eyes, was knelt on the ground, an axe slammed into the snow where the Chosen had just been laying. He pulled his axe up with a growl, a wicked thing with a spike on the opposite side of the gleaming half moon blade, a step up from the axes the other trolls had seemed to have. He also had chain visible under his furred clothing, better armored and better equipped, some kind of leader? Perhaps a champion, either way the Chosen drew his straight sword and slung his shield onto his arm, holding it up defensively, the gleaming blade held out to his side.
Naturally the other trolls had heard this clatter and come over, all three of them, but the tusked brute waved them off, it seemed he wanted the Chosen Undead for himself. That was a refreshing change of pace, he couldn't remember the last time he hadn't had to face everyone he could see at once. The troll meanwhile stepped to the left, and pulled from the snow a second gleaming, half moon axe...that must be what had slammed into the Chosen's back. At least it hadn't hit hard enough to break his armor, just put a dent in it, a dent he could feel poking into his withered back right now actually. It wouldn't hinder his fighting though, he had fought with worse injuries after all. For now it was time to face this brute down, the Chosen Undead stepping forward while his opponent did the same. The first exchange was, as usual, a quick test of the other's reflexes and stance. The Chosen made a quick thrust with his straight sword, which was batted aside by an axe, while the other swung towards his head, hitting the silver shield and glancing off. The other axe came in for another strike, but the Chosen caught it on his blade, ramming the crossguard into the side in what was both a block and an attempt to ram the tip of his sword into the troll's opposite shoulder. Yet, the troll twisted to the side, pulling his axe down to shift the sword with it, an attempt to put the Chosen off balance. However, the zombie refused to go along and dragged his sword back, the rasp of steel on steel ringing out, before it crested the axe and swung up in a slash towards the troll's throat, who quickly leaped back, nimbly avoiding the strike.
Both fighters began to circle around each other, each having a more wary, respectful posture as they regarded each other. Outside their little fight, the other three trolls were slapping spears to chests in a soft drumming sound to punctuate the duel that was taking place here. The troll made the next move, stepping forward as his axe came down, grip rotated so that the spike on the other side was coming down. The intention was clear, for the Chosen to block so that he could use the spike to rip it downwards and hammer in with the other axe. The obvious counter was clear as well, to meet this with sword instead of shield, to bat and then reverse for a stroke across the chest, but the troll was prepared for that, and besides, there was one specific maneuver the Chosen used, that so many opponents had been unprepared for during his time in Lordran. He brought his shield up, the spike slammed past it, and the troll ripped it down, his shield going with it. Yet instead of stumbling, the Chosen stepped forward with the pull, as his right leg lifted up off the ground. It lifted up and then pushed out, a heavy booted foot slamming into the troll's stomach! The brute stumbled back in surprise, a gasp of exhaled air escaping from the solid blow, but immediately the Chosen brought his boot back down and hurtled forward sword coming in for a hard thrust towards his chest!
His opponent was able to recover in time, sweeping the blade aside with a quick movement of his axe, but the Chosen just stepped forward again, this time his left arm came in, the shield hammering out to catch the brute in the face, right on the tusk! The axe wielder stumbled to the side from the hard blow, unprepared for the attack. The chosen just kept going though, his sword pulling back and thrusting again, and this time, it struck home. The blade pierced through mail and fur, cracking a rib as it pushed in, emerging out the other side by several inches as the troll's mouth dropped open in shock. Then the Chosen's left leg lifted pushing on his chest hard as he ripped his sword free of his chest, the troll dropping back onto the ground, weakly trying to get back up. Normally, the Chosen would quickly finish him off, but with that, the other three trolls had seen enough, there boots crackling on the snow as they suddenly charged towards him, bellowing! The swordsman whirled around just in time to catch the first spear on his shield, pushing it to the right with a quick step and turn. Immediately he brought his arm around in a hard slash, catching the troll in the chest, cleaving through his fur and flesh and scraping along his ribs before pulling free. It wasn't a lethal blow, but should buy him a bit of time as he then twisted his wrist to bring the sword back around to sweep the spear of the other troll aside, his left arm lashing out to slam the shield in a harsh bash on the third troll's face, knocking him onto his ass, before the Chosen turned and slammed the edge of the shield into the side of the second's head, toppling him down to the ground. Then he whirled, blade lashing out as the first troll was just getting up, not enough for a fatal blow but it opened a gash on his cheek, before he pulled his sword back and thrust through his throat, neatly piercing it before pulling back.
Once again he spun, his sword flying out to make sure no one was on him, but the other two trolls were only just getting up to their feet, so he rushed to one and brought his sword in, piercing his side before kicking and pulling. Then, he turned neatly, and swung his sword along, catching the other in the throat and letting him fall to the ground, ending them both. However, the other trolls in the labyrinth must have heard that initial bellowing, he needed to move, and fast!