03-30-2017, 01:13 PM
Amber lurked in the darkness around the dwarf who had crushed Roland’s ribs. It took every ounce of her willpower to not leap out and tear his throat out from his neck...watch him suffer as he gasped for air. It was easily apparent that Tell wanted this dwarf for himself, though, and Amber knew what it was like to have beef with another person and the honour of which a man must attain to keep in check. This was not her fight.
Since she had alerted Jade, they needed to get Roland to safety as quickly as possible. He was bleeding badly and undoubtedly had a punctured lung. If they didn’t do something quick, he would certainly die. The faunus wouldn’t let that happen, even it meant somehow giving up her own life to save his.
As the duo of primes tiptoed around the two captains’ battle, the secondary clashed their steel, igniting sparks in the dimly-lit cavern. Tell swiped up, attempting to break the dwarf’s guard. Sheron-bhar held his ground, though, pushing back at the captain’s sword with a downward force.
“Yer’ gon’ have to do better than that, Camelot!” The dwarf yelled out to Tell, who was attempting to overpower him to no effect. Sparks glazed off the opposing sets of steel, bringing a quick, dim light for a second with each strike they traded. After a few exchanges, Tell took advantage of his more versatile speed and landed a blow on the dwarf’s stocky right shoulder. Blood splattered against his neck and chainmail but the cut was barely deep enough to do too much damage to a hardened dwarf. Sheron merely grinned and retaliated with a wide horizontal swing to Tell’s mid-section. Luckily, the captain was quick enough to get away from the blow.
Amber, sly kitty as she was, had made her way to the wounded soldier and did a quick check to see what might be broken. Most of his rib cage had collapsed. Even with medical help, he would surely die. “Dammit…” The faunus cursed under her breath viciously and looked back to her canine companions. A simple shake of her head warned the three others that he wasn’t going to make it without a miracle. Amber gritted her teeth in unbenign frustration. Watching someone bleed out and knowing you couldn’t do anything about it is torture. Her relationship with Roland had been way too short for to have developed any feelings of attachment, but he was a comrade in arms, and that made him her brother by extension. Still, that would not stop her from trying. She pulled the soldier up carefully onto her back, struggling in her weakened state. With a nod to Jade, the two got him out of the heat of battle.
The two skittered past the dwarf and captain quickly with Roland in their custody. The two traded blows again, exchanging steel for steel with each attack. The captain sidestepped a vertical swing and reached in to stab his opponent, hoping to gut him like a fish. A fat, ugly fish. His blade ate through the dwarf’s chainmail and pierced through his abdomen. Blood poured out onto Tell’s blade, but his opponent wasn’t finished just yet. He swung his axe into Tell’s side, clanging off the captain’s steel armor and ringing throughout the cave. The bludgeoning blow was enough to wound Tell’s rib. The dwarf’s raw prowess was astounding. The blunt force applied to his swing nearly tore through the captain’s armor. Tell backed off, but Sheron wasn’t letting up. With loud growl, the dwarf swung his hefty axe with all his might into Tell’s shield. Taking up a defensive, the captain blocked all the upcoming swings, waiting for his moment to strike. On the dwarf’s last swipe, Tell pushed his shield into the axe, knocking it to the ground, away from its owner. Before he could even think of backing off, a sword dashed across Sheron’s chest numerous times with speed that could hardly be defined. Tell might be not be an all powerful prime, but by no means was he weak, nor would he allow anyone to believe that.
Sheron-bhar’s armor did not save him this time. The blade cut deeper than before; the straight sword engulfed its prey in unsustainable wounds. He stood for a moment, stunned by the pain of his wounds before collapsing into the dirt. He breathed heavily, determined to cling onto life and to finish his job. Tell stepped next to the short, stocky man and took his blade underhanded. “This,” He muttered under his breath while raising his sword, “Is for Roland!”
His blade thrust through the dwarf’s chest, piercing through his heart and killing him nigh instantly. With another reassuring thrust to ensure Sheron-bhar’s death, Tell was certain he had passed on. He dug his blade out of his opponent’s chest a swung it to clean the blade of most of the blood. With his current threat dealt with, Tell looked to his charges to see they had successfully restrained the other reasonable dwarf. This was good. They could question him later.
Now, Roland was the main priority. The Prime duo had moved him away from the combat area, but he was barely hanging on to life. Once Tell had caught up, he crouched to the boy’s level. His bleeding body propped against a rock with not much strength to support his own head.
“I-” Roland coughed up blood before he could even start his sentence, but still continued in his nearly airless voice behind a raspy tone. “I didn’t give them shit, sir.”
“You serve your King proudly son. All of Camelot thanks you. Now let’s get you out of here.” Tell attempted to pick up his soldier, but was halted by Roland.
“I-I’m not going to make it captain. I… I feel it already.” He muttered weakly with shallow breath. Blood stained the bandages the two primes had summoned to patch him up, but it wasn’t enough to keep him going nor would it be.
“Quiet! You aren’t finished yet! Think about your family!” Tell yelled, trying again to carry his charge out of the cave.
“Tell them...I passed on a warrior…” With that last word, and a last breath, Roland’s body went limp. Amber placed her fingers at his neck on the jugular - No pulse.
“Dammit…” Tell cursed under his breath. Amber looked even more angry than he did. So angry her strength seemed to return long enough to slam her fist into the wall and crack it into a small crater.
“GOD DAMMIT!” She screamed as her hand collided with the poor wall. “If only we had gotten here sooner!” The faunus growled viciously, “I would have strewn those stubby bastard’s carcasses all over this gods-forsaken cavern and skewered their entrails with Razorback’s justice!”
“Quiet you!” Tell yelled back. “We need to get out of here before anyone else has an untimely death!” His voice made Amber shrink back into her weakened state. She was not ready for that counter-statement given the cause of it. Nevertheless, she agreed it was time to leave. It was time to leave like yesterday. “You, cat, get Roland. He deserves to be buried in Camelot. Brandon! Let me take custody of the dwarf with Selena and we will get the hell out of here.”
“R-Right!” The astronomer didn’t protest to letting go of the struggling dwarf. He exchanged places with Tell and the group began their final trek to the end of the cave. Fresh air blowing upon their faces like a blissful welcome to their freedom.
Since she had alerted Jade, they needed to get Roland to safety as quickly as possible. He was bleeding badly and undoubtedly had a punctured lung. If they didn’t do something quick, he would certainly die. The faunus wouldn’t let that happen, even it meant somehow giving up her own life to save his.
As the duo of primes tiptoed around the two captains’ battle, the secondary clashed their steel, igniting sparks in the dimly-lit cavern. Tell swiped up, attempting to break the dwarf’s guard. Sheron-bhar held his ground, though, pushing back at the captain’s sword with a downward force.
“Yer’ gon’ have to do better than that, Camelot!” The dwarf yelled out to Tell, who was attempting to overpower him to no effect. Sparks glazed off the opposing sets of steel, bringing a quick, dim light for a second with each strike they traded. After a few exchanges, Tell took advantage of his more versatile speed and landed a blow on the dwarf’s stocky right shoulder. Blood splattered against his neck and chainmail but the cut was barely deep enough to do too much damage to a hardened dwarf. Sheron merely grinned and retaliated with a wide horizontal swing to Tell’s mid-section. Luckily, the captain was quick enough to get away from the blow.
Amber, sly kitty as she was, had made her way to the wounded soldier and did a quick check to see what might be broken. Most of his rib cage had collapsed. Even with medical help, he would surely die. “Dammit…” The faunus cursed under her breath viciously and looked back to her canine companions. A simple shake of her head warned the three others that he wasn’t going to make it without a miracle. Amber gritted her teeth in unbenign frustration. Watching someone bleed out and knowing you couldn’t do anything about it is torture. Her relationship with Roland had been way too short for to have developed any feelings of attachment, but he was a comrade in arms, and that made him her brother by extension. Still, that would not stop her from trying. She pulled the soldier up carefully onto her back, struggling in her weakened state. With a nod to Jade, the two got him out of the heat of battle.
The two skittered past the dwarf and captain quickly with Roland in their custody. The two traded blows again, exchanging steel for steel with each attack. The captain sidestepped a vertical swing and reached in to stab his opponent, hoping to gut him like a fish. A fat, ugly fish. His blade ate through the dwarf’s chainmail and pierced through his abdomen. Blood poured out onto Tell’s blade, but his opponent wasn’t finished just yet. He swung his axe into Tell’s side, clanging off the captain’s steel armor and ringing throughout the cave. The bludgeoning blow was enough to wound Tell’s rib. The dwarf’s raw prowess was astounding. The blunt force applied to his swing nearly tore through the captain’s armor. Tell backed off, but Sheron wasn’t letting up. With loud growl, the dwarf swung his hefty axe with all his might into Tell’s shield. Taking up a defensive, the captain blocked all the upcoming swings, waiting for his moment to strike. On the dwarf’s last swipe, Tell pushed his shield into the axe, knocking it to the ground, away from its owner. Before he could even think of backing off, a sword dashed across Sheron’s chest numerous times with speed that could hardly be defined. Tell might be not be an all powerful prime, but by no means was he weak, nor would he allow anyone to believe that.
Sheron-bhar’s armor did not save him this time. The blade cut deeper than before; the straight sword engulfed its prey in unsustainable wounds. He stood for a moment, stunned by the pain of his wounds before collapsing into the dirt. He breathed heavily, determined to cling onto life and to finish his job. Tell stepped next to the short, stocky man and took his blade underhanded. “This,” He muttered under his breath while raising his sword, “Is for Roland!”
His blade thrust through the dwarf’s chest, piercing through his heart and killing him nigh instantly. With another reassuring thrust to ensure Sheron-bhar’s death, Tell was certain he had passed on. He dug his blade out of his opponent’s chest a swung it to clean the blade of most of the blood. With his current threat dealt with, Tell looked to his charges to see they had successfully restrained the other reasonable dwarf. This was good. They could question him later.
Now, Roland was the main priority. The Prime duo had moved him away from the combat area, but he was barely hanging on to life. Once Tell had caught up, he crouched to the boy’s level. His bleeding body propped against a rock with not much strength to support his own head.
“I-” Roland coughed up blood before he could even start his sentence, but still continued in his nearly airless voice behind a raspy tone. “I didn’t give them shit, sir.”
“You serve your King proudly son. All of Camelot thanks you. Now let’s get you out of here.” Tell attempted to pick up his soldier, but was halted by Roland.
“I-I’m not going to make it captain. I… I feel it already.” He muttered weakly with shallow breath. Blood stained the bandages the two primes had summoned to patch him up, but it wasn’t enough to keep him going nor would it be.
“Quiet! You aren’t finished yet! Think about your family!” Tell yelled, trying again to carry his charge out of the cave.
“Tell them...I passed on a warrior…” With that last word, and a last breath, Roland’s body went limp. Amber placed her fingers at his neck on the jugular - No pulse.
“Dammit…” Tell cursed under his breath. Amber looked even more angry than he did. So angry her strength seemed to return long enough to slam her fist into the wall and crack it into a small crater.
“GOD DAMMIT!” She screamed as her hand collided with the poor wall. “If only we had gotten here sooner!” The faunus growled viciously, “I would have strewn those stubby bastard’s carcasses all over this gods-forsaken cavern and skewered their entrails with Razorback’s justice!”
“Quiet you!” Tell yelled back. “We need to get out of here before anyone else has an untimely death!” His voice made Amber shrink back into her weakened state. She was not ready for that counter-statement given the cause of it. Nevertheless, she agreed it was time to leave. It was time to leave like yesterday. “You, cat, get Roland. He deserves to be buried in Camelot. Brandon! Let me take custody of the dwarf with Selena and we will get the hell out of here.”
“R-Right!” The astronomer didn’t protest to letting go of the struggling dwarf. He exchanged places with Tell and the group began their final trek to the end of the cave. Fresh air blowing upon their faces like a blissful welcome to their freedom.
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Roland has died, the group has found their way out of the fucking cave, FINALLY.
"I've been neglected, harassed, beaten, and diminished all my life. What motivates me to continue? The glory of proving people wrong. Being worth more than the numbing existence offered me. To be a hero." - Amber