09-19-2015, 08:02 PM
It was, admittedly, rather concerning to try fighting alone.
This wasn't exactly fighting alone, though. It was far from that in a number of ways, but it might as well have been fighting alone with the way Agnès was experiencing it. Whenever she fought, it was side by side with her allies, not spread out across a large area. She had been separated from those she fought with before, yes, but never in a combat scenario, so this was a less than comforting situation. Not to mention that, while she could heal, she couldn't seem to cast any White Magic at a distance. In fact, very little magic she knew back home worked here at all. Then again, she was missing a number of things here, so a few (Or, rather, a lot) of spells being missing wasn't her first priority.
Stealth was also a relatively new idea. Strategy, mostly with positioning, never got more complex than frontal assaults. This was very much a new experience, not to mention the fact that Agnès was still unsure as to whether or not she was expected to kill anyone. She hoped that wasn't necessary, but it had never been specified, and since she hadn't known when to ask, she hadn't. She looked down to her bow, which was dusted over with sand and just past the peak of the dune she was currently prone on, alongside about two dozen arrows in a quiver. Her bow definitely wasn't the weapon of a master of stealth, though that went without saying - It was pink and large and a bit cumbersome if the wielder didn't know how to use it, as it was with most longbows, not to mention it took quite the arm to pull an arrow back for long-distance shots.
To put things in the simplest terms she knew, the Vestal was getting a bit nervous.
Agnès took in a deep breath, ensured she was hidden by the top of the dune and kept watch. She couldn't see Shay, though she knew which dune he had gone off to. An odd-looking structure, like a covered wagon but metallic and greenish and almost jagged-looking, rode through the sand on the dusty road behind a 'buggy', or whatever Victor's associate had called the strange vehicle. Agnès was intrigued - While anything close to such a contraption, namely airships, traveled much faster, airships were also quite large by comparison, not to mention most were for military use. It didn't help that the Duchy was not eager to share their secrets in airship development with the world, either. Because of the distance, Agnès couldn't quite tell what Victor was doing, though it appeared as if the buggy was stopping. That, she assumed, was her cue to take aim.
She gripped the bow, ripped it from the sand and wrapped her other hand around an arrow. As swiftly as the bow and arrow had been picked up, the arrow had been nocked and she pulled back the bowstring. She moved to a crouching position, aimed with her right eye, closed her left and took a deep breath. A gentle wind was blowing against the left side of her face, meaning the wind was going right, so she would need to compensate before firing. Her aim gravitated towards a white figure - A Stormtrooper - Sitting in the driver's seat of the buggy, with his window conveniently rolled down, and she hoped that Shay had taken aim who she presumed was a man in the passenger's seat. Her hands stabilized at last, with the arrowhead aiming just above the figure's chest and a little to the left... If she had properly compensated, it would land just below the neck and, ideally, a little bit to her right and her target's left.
Victor made a gesture, raising his right arm, and then the man in the passenger's seat went limp. Agnès loosed the arrow and her breath escaped between her lips, leaving her to watch as the arrow lodged itself in the chest of her target. She flinched as she noticed the Stormtroopers going from paper-white to crimson, then directed her gaze to four more Stormtroopers coming out of the back of the covered wagon-like object. Jak and Daxter, she noticed while recalling their names, were working together to deal with one whilst Victor dealt with the other two. The quartet they formed, or quintet including both Jak and Daxter, certainly was an odd one, though it was effective, at least.
Victor leaped into the back of the covered wagon while Jak and Daxter kept watch over the entrance he had used - Whatever that entrance was, Agnès wasn't sure, though she assumed it was just a large hole in the back, as was so with most covered wagons. Agnès kept her eyes just behind the vehicle with another arrow nocked, just in case anyone had been following behind the half-dozen Stormtroopers.
Then a minute passed. Then another. After that, the trio that had entered the wagon jumped out one by one, leaving a gentle thud against the broken road to echo between the hills as they walked away. Victor made a gesture of some sort - A waving hand towards himself, from the looks of things, which Agnès interpreted as an order to come over to him. This was reassured, she thought as she walked over with a bundle of arrows in one hand and her bow slung over her other arm, by Shay leaving his position to meet with Victor. Upon regrouping, Agnès let out a gentle sigh of relief. "We could not have hoped for a better outcome, could we--"
Before she could finish talking, she noticed one of the 'dead' Stormtroopers' weapons being lifted by a weak, shaky arm, and with a pull of a trigger, two horrible screeches filled the air.
This wasn't exactly fighting alone, though. It was far from that in a number of ways, but it might as well have been fighting alone with the way Agnès was experiencing it. Whenever she fought, it was side by side with her allies, not spread out across a large area. She had been separated from those she fought with before, yes, but never in a combat scenario, so this was a less than comforting situation. Not to mention that, while she could heal, she couldn't seem to cast any White Magic at a distance. In fact, very little magic she knew back home worked here at all. Then again, she was missing a number of things here, so a few (Or, rather, a lot) of spells being missing wasn't her first priority.
Stealth was also a relatively new idea. Strategy, mostly with positioning, never got more complex than frontal assaults. This was very much a new experience, not to mention the fact that Agnès was still unsure as to whether or not she was expected to kill anyone. She hoped that wasn't necessary, but it had never been specified, and since she hadn't known when to ask, she hadn't. She looked down to her bow, which was dusted over with sand and just past the peak of the dune she was currently prone on, alongside about two dozen arrows in a quiver. Her bow definitely wasn't the weapon of a master of stealth, though that went without saying - It was pink and large and a bit cumbersome if the wielder didn't know how to use it, as it was with most longbows, not to mention it took quite the arm to pull an arrow back for long-distance shots.
To put things in the simplest terms she knew, the Vestal was getting a bit nervous.
Agnès took in a deep breath, ensured she was hidden by the top of the dune and kept watch. She couldn't see Shay, though she knew which dune he had gone off to. An odd-looking structure, like a covered wagon but metallic and greenish and almost jagged-looking, rode through the sand on the dusty road behind a 'buggy', or whatever Victor's associate had called the strange vehicle. Agnès was intrigued - While anything close to such a contraption, namely airships, traveled much faster, airships were also quite large by comparison, not to mention most were for military use. It didn't help that the Duchy was not eager to share their secrets in airship development with the world, either. Because of the distance, Agnès couldn't quite tell what Victor was doing, though it appeared as if the buggy was stopping. That, she assumed, was her cue to take aim.
She gripped the bow, ripped it from the sand and wrapped her other hand around an arrow. As swiftly as the bow and arrow had been picked up, the arrow had been nocked and she pulled back the bowstring. She moved to a crouching position, aimed with her right eye, closed her left and took a deep breath. A gentle wind was blowing against the left side of her face, meaning the wind was going right, so she would need to compensate before firing. Her aim gravitated towards a white figure - A Stormtrooper - Sitting in the driver's seat of the buggy, with his window conveniently rolled down, and she hoped that Shay had taken aim who she presumed was a man in the passenger's seat. Her hands stabilized at last, with the arrowhead aiming just above the figure's chest and a little to the left... If she had properly compensated, it would land just below the neck and, ideally, a little bit to her right and her target's left.
Victor made a gesture, raising his right arm, and then the man in the passenger's seat went limp. Agnès loosed the arrow and her breath escaped between her lips, leaving her to watch as the arrow lodged itself in the chest of her target. She flinched as she noticed the Stormtroopers going from paper-white to crimson, then directed her gaze to four more Stormtroopers coming out of the back of the covered wagon-like object. Jak and Daxter, she noticed while recalling their names, were working together to deal with one whilst Victor dealt with the other two. The quartet they formed, or quintet including both Jak and Daxter, certainly was an odd one, though it was effective, at least.
Victor leaped into the back of the covered wagon while Jak and Daxter kept watch over the entrance he had used - Whatever that entrance was, Agnès wasn't sure, though she assumed it was just a large hole in the back, as was so with most covered wagons. Agnès kept her eyes just behind the vehicle with another arrow nocked, just in case anyone had been following behind the half-dozen Stormtroopers.
Then a minute passed. Then another. After that, the trio that had entered the wagon jumped out one by one, leaving a gentle thud against the broken road to echo between the hills as they walked away. Victor made a gesture of some sort - A waving hand towards himself, from the looks of things, which Agnès interpreted as an order to come over to him. This was reassured, she thought as she walked over with a bundle of arrows in one hand and her bow slung over her other arm, by Shay leaving his position to meet with Victor. Upon regrouping, Agnès let out a gentle sigh of relief. "We could not have hoped for a better outcome, could we--"
Before she could finish talking, she noticed one of the 'dead' Stormtroopers' weapons being lifted by a weak, shaky arm, and with a pull of a trigger, two horrible screeches filled the air.