06-23-2016, 01:53 PM
Arturia had only just started her journey towards the wreckage, glancing around herself as there were a few corpses littered around her; Likely because no one had yet wandered to her direction, they hadn't been granted a proper burial. As the King of Knights was treading through the sand she caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of her eye, accompanied by the something that sounded much like a pained groan. The knight spun on her heels with a shuffle of sand at her feet, staring in slight confusion as the six bodies scattered across her, all seemed to rise.
Undead; This reminded Arturia of the fourth Holy Grail War, and the despicable caster whom had used demons as their weapon. She knew full well that she was not only at disadvantage by the numbers, but also wounded as well. Holding out her right hand, the blade materialized in her hand, immediately concealed beneath the veil of wind. Unable to utilize her left hand, the knight would have to rely on weaker attacks, as well as dodging, rather than parries.
With a kick into the ground, she sent herself forward towards her first target as the circle started to enclose around her. With a swift, curvaceous slash the knight felled her first opponent, forced to roll as the two on her sides swiped at her. As she attempted to rise back into a standing position, she'd failed to calculate for one thing; sand. Her right foot slid and gave away from underneath her, as she attempted to dash once more toward her opponents.
Forced to catch her fall with her hand, the knight winced in pain as her wounded arm collapsed underneath her weight. All the while her five remaining opponents lumbered towards her.
Shoving her blade into the sand for support, the knight slowly pushed herself upright into a standing position once more, biting down onto her lower lip. The pain surged through her, invigorating her. If she fell here, to mere undead, she'd be a disgrace to all those whom had once served her, as well as Fiara and Amaterasu. In the knight's mind, that was not an option she was willing to accept as she raised her blade once more. The first swipe came and went, riposted by the knight's blade, cutting her opponent's arm off and devastating their midsection. Simultaneously, the two accompanying their now fallen comrades challenged her with a slow tackle, forcing the knight to more extreme measures.
"Invisible Air; Release!" she exclaimed, a typhoon of wind exploding from her blade, as the concealment magic released the wind into her surroundings, blasting back the two opponents, the knight took her opening and cut them down.
Even as the Promised Sword of Victory glimmered with it's golden glory visible for all to see, the knight looked at the two remaining undead before her. As the blade once more concealed itself, the knight exhaled, glancing down toward her left gauntlet, which now seemed to have blood seeping through the plated joints. She'd have to end things quickly, even as she took note that the left side of her dress had been torn; alas the metal plating had luckily protected her leg.
With a running step, the knight charged her remaining foes, carving down the right one before the slow being had a chance to act, dropping down immediately afterwards, and slashing the other from behind with a swift movement. The two remaining undead fell, and Arturia stood once more.
The first of many encounters seemed to have dissipated with her ensuing victorious, alas the King of Knights was certain this was only the start. She knew, that if she had had her arm in proper condition, she would've been able to fight in a much more conservative manner, and wouldn't have been forced to release Invisible Air.. But as it was, Arturia was forced to use her body to generate the force of her strikes through kinetic energy which forced the knight to battle with reckless strategies.
Undead; This reminded Arturia of the fourth Holy Grail War, and the despicable caster whom had used demons as their weapon. She knew full well that she was not only at disadvantage by the numbers, but also wounded as well. Holding out her right hand, the blade materialized in her hand, immediately concealed beneath the veil of wind. Unable to utilize her left hand, the knight would have to rely on weaker attacks, as well as dodging, rather than parries.
With a kick into the ground, she sent herself forward towards her first target as the circle started to enclose around her. With a swift, curvaceous slash the knight felled her first opponent, forced to roll as the two on her sides swiped at her. As she attempted to rise back into a standing position, she'd failed to calculate for one thing; sand. Her right foot slid and gave away from underneath her, as she attempted to dash once more toward her opponents.
Forced to catch her fall with her hand, the knight winced in pain as her wounded arm collapsed underneath her weight. All the while her five remaining opponents lumbered towards her.
Shoving her blade into the sand for support, the knight slowly pushed herself upright into a standing position once more, biting down onto her lower lip. The pain surged through her, invigorating her. If she fell here, to mere undead, she'd be a disgrace to all those whom had once served her, as well as Fiara and Amaterasu. In the knight's mind, that was not an option she was willing to accept as she raised her blade once more. The first swipe came and went, riposted by the knight's blade, cutting her opponent's arm off and devastating their midsection. Simultaneously, the two accompanying their now fallen comrades challenged her with a slow tackle, forcing the knight to more extreme measures.
"Invisible Air; Release!" she exclaimed, a typhoon of wind exploding from her blade, as the concealment magic released the wind into her surroundings, blasting back the two opponents, the knight took her opening and cut them down.
Even as the Promised Sword of Victory glimmered with it's golden glory visible for all to see, the knight looked at the two remaining undead before her. As the blade once more concealed itself, the knight exhaled, glancing down toward her left gauntlet, which now seemed to have blood seeping through the plated joints. She'd have to end things quickly, even as she took note that the left side of her dress had been torn; alas the metal plating had luckily protected her leg.
With a running step, the knight charged her remaining foes, carving down the right one before the slow being had a chance to act, dropping down immediately afterwards, and slashing the other from behind with a swift movement. The two remaining undead fell, and Arturia stood once more.
The first of many encounters seemed to have dissipated with her ensuing victorious, alas the King of Knights was certain this was only the start. She knew, that if she had had her arm in proper condition, she would've been able to fight in a much more conservative manner, and wouldn't have been forced to release Invisible Air.. But as it was, Arturia was forced to use her body to generate the force of her strikes through kinetic energy which forced the knight to battle with reckless strategies.
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Arturia's left hand is once more bleeding underneath the gauntlet, the lower part on the left side of her dress was torn, and she was forced to use "Invisible Air: Release" in order to deal with the situation. 680/2400 words according to site.
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