11-28-2014, 04:41 PM
The first boulder thundered down just a few feet away from him. It was large, about half as tall as the Chosen himself was and just as wide! It hit with a thunderous crash, making the ground shake and tremble. The Chosen stumbled from it, his eyes widening as he strove to keep his feet. His head lifted and darted about, trying to spot the attacker through the trees, if it was an attacker and not a landslide. Then, a second rock crashed into the ground, just behind the Chosen, and this time the impact did knock him down, falling forward as he grunted in shock. Yet, he couldn't afford to stay still, he realized that immediately, ages of instinct and practice had him surging to his feet, and then full on sprinting forward through the trees! That proved wise, as more boulders fell from the heavens, smashing through trees and branches as the Chosen Undead made his mad dash. He cleared the trees quickly, and was fully released to the swirling, dashing blizzards, tugging at the cloth that overlaid his armor. Yet, above him, on the slopes above the hills, were barely distinguishable figures, larger than a human, far larger in fact, and throwing the boulders that thundered into the forest. Those were the attackers, but it seemed that however they had spotted him moving through the trees, they hadn't been able to see him emerge from them, he just had to travel up, try to get up there quickly...but he didn't exactly have much time.
One of the giants made a gesture, catching the dull gleam of his plate mail down at the bottom of the hilly slope, and then the boulders came down again. They weren't arcing towards him now, they were rolling, being sent thundering down the hill, the mountains forming a stark backdrop as the assault continued. The Chosen drew his sword as he ran forward, and began to weave to the side. He darted past one, feeling it roll past him, almost brushing against his breastplate, and then he wove right to avoid the next, he was rocketing up the slope at a good clip though, although the giants were still a good dozen or so meters away. He could see them better now, and their was something off about them. They were easily as tall as the giants of Lordran, but they just seemed...off, their skin was tinged blue, and they just seemed oddly different, dressed in furred armor and clothing as they tumbled the boulders down. Yet, the Chosen Undead skillfully avoided the rolled boulders, he had dodged more difficult obstacles in his time, and for that same strange reason with the glaciers he just felt faster and more agile than he had before! Eventually the three figures, yes three of them, stopped the rolling of boulders, to heft different weapons instead. Two clubs, and a giant stone axe, what great fun those looked like! Yet, the Chosen still did not back down, with sunlight straight sword in his right hand, and the shield of the Silver Knights in his left, he charged!
His charge was not one for blind attack though, he charged forward, and then ducked, diving below the swing of one of the clubs. He rolled past and landed on one knee and a foot, before he pushed off, moving left into another roll as the axe of the third slammed into the ice covered hillside. The second, the other with the club, was not in a position to strike, but the first one was recovering to bring his club around yet again, but the Chosen Undead did not hesitate! Battle was a familiar experience with him, an intimate exchange of blows, attacks and defenses between a group of combatants, and in his life he had proven time and time again his experience and ability in this great dance! The club was being swung around in a low, horizontal sweep, but the Chosen darted in close, until the fur covered leg of the giant was right in front of him, thick and tall, he could probably fit in that leg, make a sleeping bag out of the skin around it. His head was just below the hips of the giant, but he was tall enough for his own purposes. His right hand swung in, the straight sword coming around in a neat, shining arc towards the back of the giant's knee! The sunlight sword cut true, digging into the delicate tendons and ligaments. The giant let out a bellow of pain as the sword cut through cloth and flesh, sliding through and then clear as the knee collapsed. The giant fell down with a thunderous crash, catching himself on his arms, but at that point one of his comrades was there to help!
A fuzzy, fur lined boot was rushing towards him, a quick attack for a giant, but one that would hurt considerably, that foot could break the Chosen's ribs! He didn't have the time to dodge, trying would either fail, or get his legs caught instead of his ribs, so he took the smaller blow. He shifted, and the silver knight shield came up. He had fought the giants of Lordran and knew that this shield wouldn't stop a full on impact from one of those beings, but it would mitigate the damage, and better to take the damage on his shield and get sent flying, then to break his ribs or legs and also get sent flying! The foot came in to get him away from the other giant, it hit his shield square, and the force sent the Chosen Hurtling backwards! He skidded past the top of the hill, and fell down to the slope, tumbling end over end from it. It was a painful impact, but the shield had kept anything from breaking and in all honesty, the Chosen had taken far worse in his time! Oddly enough it felt like he hadn't taken quite as much damage as he was used to taking from such a desperate, sudden defense. The giants though were not about to let him go, the one with the severed hamstring was still up there, unsurprisingly, but the other two, wielding club and axe respectively came sprinting down the hillside, waving their weapons above their head as they pursued the Chosen Undead, who hefted his shield and sword. The battle wasn't done yet!
One of the giants made a gesture, catching the dull gleam of his plate mail down at the bottom of the hilly slope, and then the boulders came down again. They weren't arcing towards him now, they were rolling, being sent thundering down the hill, the mountains forming a stark backdrop as the assault continued. The Chosen drew his sword as he ran forward, and began to weave to the side. He darted past one, feeling it roll past him, almost brushing against his breastplate, and then he wove right to avoid the next, he was rocketing up the slope at a good clip though, although the giants were still a good dozen or so meters away. He could see them better now, and their was something off about them. They were easily as tall as the giants of Lordran, but they just seemed...off, their skin was tinged blue, and they just seemed oddly different, dressed in furred armor and clothing as they tumbled the boulders down. Yet, the Chosen Undead skillfully avoided the rolled boulders, he had dodged more difficult obstacles in his time, and for that same strange reason with the glaciers he just felt faster and more agile than he had before! Eventually the three figures, yes three of them, stopped the rolling of boulders, to heft different weapons instead. Two clubs, and a giant stone axe, what great fun those looked like! Yet, the Chosen still did not back down, with sunlight straight sword in his right hand, and the shield of the Silver Knights in his left, he charged!
His charge was not one for blind attack though, he charged forward, and then ducked, diving below the swing of one of the clubs. He rolled past and landed on one knee and a foot, before he pushed off, moving left into another roll as the axe of the third slammed into the ice covered hillside. The second, the other with the club, was not in a position to strike, but the first one was recovering to bring his club around yet again, but the Chosen Undead did not hesitate! Battle was a familiar experience with him, an intimate exchange of blows, attacks and defenses between a group of combatants, and in his life he had proven time and time again his experience and ability in this great dance! The club was being swung around in a low, horizontal sweep, but the Chosen darted in close, until the fur covered leg of the giant was right in front of him, thick and tall, he could probably fit in that leg, make a sleeping bag out of the skin around it. His head was just below the hips of the giant, but he was tall enough for his own purposes. His right hand swung in, the straight sword coming around in a neat, shining arc towards the back of the giant's knee! The sunlight sword cut true, digging into the delicate tendons and ligaments. The giant let out a bellow of pain as the sword cut through cloth and flesh, sliding through and then clear as the knee collapsed. The giant fell down with a thunderous crash, catching himself on his arms, but at that point one of his comrades was there to help!
A fuzzy, fur lined boot was rushing towards him, a quick attack for a giant, but one that would hurt considerably, that foot could break the Chosen's ribs! He didn't have the time to dodge, trying would either fail, or get his legs caught instead of his ribs, so he took the smaller blow. He shifted, and the silver knight shield came up. He had fought the giants of Lordran and knew that this shield wouldn't stop a full on impact from one of those beings, but it would mitigate the damage, and better to take the damage on his shield and get sent flying, then to break his ribs or legs and also get sent flying! The foot came in to get him away from the other giant, it hit his shield square, and the force sent the Chosen Hurtling backwards! He skidded past the top of the hill, and fell down to the slope, tumbling end over end from it. It was a painful impact, but the shield had kept anything from breaking and in all honesty, the Chosen had taken far worse in his time! Oddly enough it felt like he hadn't taken quite as much damage as he was used to taking from such a desperate, sudden defense. The giants though were not about to let him go, the one with the severed hamstring was still up there, unsurprisingly, but the other two, wielding club and axe respectively came sprinting down the hillside, waving their weapons above their head as they pursued the Chosen Undead, who hefted his shield and sword. The battle wasn't done yet!