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Post by Shark a' Pult on Aug 8, 2012 22:18:01 GMT -5
"Rely on me!"With that the errant knight paced up the steps in a rather ungainly manner, holding his lone sword with two hands and his shield on his back. Not ten paces up the steps and already there was a hollow. But he knew how to proceed, he had dealt with these louts countless times already. There was no surprise or being caught off guard for him, after all how else did he manage to get the armor he was wearing, the armor that was identical to that of the undead soldiers? "Back foul heathen! I have no fear! Hee-yah!!"With that he swung forward at the hollow, his sword missing completely and grinding against the cliff wall adjoining the staircase. In turn the hollow seemed to notice him more readily than Sevroy now, given that he had just swung at it. As it raised its arm to slash at him though, Osvalda shouted out. "Behold, the superior parrying skills of a knight! Your blade shall not touch me! Ha! Ho! Hee! Haruph!"With that he swung his sword back and forth several times as though he were trying to knock something aside. His timing was all off however, and the hollow swung right into him, striking hard into his armor and sorely injuring the knight. Even though this had already happened and the hollow was recovering from its own attack, Osvalda still attempted to parry a few more times. "Tis but a flesh wound! Stand aside you ruffian! Uuuragh!"With that he more or less dived into the hollow. In truth he was attempting to roll away from it, but not only did he get the direction wrong, he seemed to have clearly miscalculated the whole effort. It wasn't so much a roll, as that all of the armor and equipment seemed too heavy for him, and so he kind of just threw himself at the enemy and landed on his back as he rolled forward. All in all it was a slow and clumsy ordeal, not unlike the efforts of a very fat person trying to roll. Whatever the intended effect was however did not come true, but his efforts were not in vain. His act of rolling into the hollow ever so slightly jostled it backwards a bit so that it feel off of the side of the staircase, making the three to four foot drop to the ground below where Sevroy was standing near. "Haha! Taste bitter defeat you profligate! Ooof-"Taking the greater part of half a minute to stand up again, Osvalda laughed and pointed down at the hollow whom had fallen. Though it was not hurt at all by the fall and Sevroy would have to deal with it, his laughing was cut short when he was hit square in the face with a firebomb. With his head on fire like a torch, he turned to look upwards and noticed the bomb-chucker at the top of the staircase. He gesture-pointed at it. "You! You're next miscreant! Taste my steel!"While he was mid-sentence he got hit by another firebomb, and yet another as he jogged up to the top of the staircase, and still a third as he stopped to swig a drink from his estus flask. There appeared to be another hollow hidden up there on the other side of the waterway whom Osvalda had attracted, but that was outside of his consideration. All that mattered was the bomb thrower. "Watch, as I deflect your very attacks with my sword, and skill alone! Truly, this is the mark of a knight!"Once more he swung his weapon awkwardly back and forth in an attempt to deflect the next thrown attack, but it still hit him regardless, and by now he seemed to be entirely on fire. Meanwhile the other hollow was attacking him from behind with a battle axe, but he seemed to ignore it and moved instead right up to the bomb-chucker as to be practically touching. "Very well, if my master parrying skills will not dissuade you, then perhaps my martial combat training of hand to hand will! Initiate Body-to-Floor technique! Harooph!"
With that he wound his foot up just as the hollow had stashed the bombs and was about to swing at him with a sword of its own, and kicked, aiming for its chest. Unlike his other efforts thus far, this attack did connect, and the hollow was knocked back, and startled as it was it promptly fell backwards off of the cliff to a splattering demise far below. Osvalda laughed and called after the wretch. "Viola! Body, meet floor! Hahaha- argh!"Amid his joyous gesture of celebration in which he raised his fist to the air in a saying of hurrah, the hollow from behind made clear its presence once more with another axe swing from behind. Osvalda turned to face it as it was raising for another attack. "Strike me six or seven times, shame on you! Strike me eight or nine times, shame on me- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH~!"Seemingly in preparation for the attack that was to come, Osvalda attempted another fat roll. Only like before it was in the wrong direction again. Backwards. Clumsily he fell over the cliff and followed after the bomb-chucker to an untimely demise.
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Post by Kuro on Aug 11, 2012 16:57:30 GMT -5
Sevroy had not been able to do more than stare on in disbelief with a little disgust at the mind-boggling display that Osvalda had been making above him. His ally was doing nothing more than swinging his sword back and forth in front of him, apparently not even trying to hit the enemy. That was his way of parrying? It...Sevroy would have to tell his partner of how his parrying skills actually were, someday. It would be rather bad if the knight went on the adventure thinking that the travesty against the art of war was what people called "parrying". He could not really see the horrible rolling, but he did see the hollow that fell to his level. Sevroy plunged his sword into the enemy while it was on vulnerable on the ground, cutting straight through the hollow's exposed waist. Instead of raising his sword for another stab, he got up and stepped back, predicting the hollow's reaction of trying to hit him right after the plunge. The hollow got up and quickly felt Sevroy's blade cutting its skin again, but it was no lethal blow.
Sevroy stood a good two feet or so from the opponent, his shield up as usual and waiting for an safe opportunity. The hollow then chose that moment to forsake all semblances of orthodox combat technique. It ran towards Sevroy while wildly and madly swinging his sword all over him, as if trying to swat flies. The warrior was caught off-guard by the strange attack, but managed to block its haphazard swings. When the hollow was done with the move, Sevroy made his own and attacked with a strong, solid swing, a single motion. Much of the hollow's remaining blood spurted out from the slash and the creature fell onto the ground, a single moan escaping from its throat as it did so. Once he made sure that the thing was dead, Sevroy looked up and saw a hollow fall into the chasm. He thought that Osvalda was doing well until he saw the knight also fall, seemingly from the sky and into the chasm.
"Osvalda!"
He ran to the cliff's edge and saw his new friend disappear from sight.
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It had not even been an hour, and yet he had already seen an ally fall to his doom.
For several seconds that felt like hours, he only stayed there, his thoughts devoid of any hope or happiness that he had felt when talking to the knight moments ago. His mouth was slightly agape...but he stood up. He knew of the Undead curse and its full effects. He remembered what had happened in the asylum, what the messages on the floor had said. The messages written in blood. He knew that he would see Osvalda rather soon, but he did not know what effect his quick revival would have. He wondered on how many times Osvalda had died in his time here. He had said that he was new to Lordran, and since he had the armor of the enemies and he had felled at least one enemy today, he must have had some combat potential. Still...He could only hope that his friend would not turn hollow so soon.
Sevroy went up the stairs and shoved his sword into the back of the remaining hollow, who had been distracted by Osvalda's demise. The longsword went straight through the hollow's feeble chestpiece and muscle, and when the warrior took his sword out, the hollow only fell limp to the ground. He went up the last set of stairs and saw yet another hollow. Apparently the last one had not been the last one. This hollow jumped at him, making it hard for the warrior to block. The impact of the blow made him fall back down the stairs. The hollow jumped at him. Sevroy rolled out of the way and got up. He kicked the hollow towards the edge that Osvalda had fallen off of. The hollow was forced back by the attack and stumbled over the edge. He went back up the stairs and saw no enemies in sight. Finally, he went through a hole in the waterway and found the inside of the structure to be a long, dark hallway with a wet floor. He looked to his left and saw a giant rat nibbling on something. It was hard to see in the light, but...it was a person!
"Hey! Back! Get out of here!" Sevroy went to the rat and stabbed it a few times, killing it easily. He looked at the victim and saw that it was long dead. An old corpse. The warrior looked down and said nothing, only a small sigh escaping his lips. What he saw was a large surprise. A black and white sprite - a humanity - was floating above the rat, easy to see. The warrior was shocked. It didn't make any sense that a rat would have such a thing, but...He...guessed that there was no point in questioning it. He took the humanity and it faded away in his hand, as if storing itself away for future use. He looked at his now empty hand for a bit, and then walked down the corridor, waiting for his friend to come up, hoping that his friend would come up.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Aug 15, 2012 1:01:09 GMT -5
Osvalda had hit the ground with a splatter, just like the other hollows. Unlike the other hollows, he found himself reformed at the bonfire. This was the... oh, it must have been in the twenties or thirties of times that it had happened, and by now he just accepted it as the nature of this strange land. Using his last humanity he reversed the hollowing process, shrugged at the crestfallen warrior by the fire, and headed off to catch up with his new friend. That is, assuming he was not already dead.
"Ha-HA! Did you see my elaborate technique I employed to escape that sure demise? I never thought I'd be able to catch a ledge and prevent that fall to my death, but here I am! Took me quite awhile to climb back up to safety though, I can tell you."
Fortunately Sevroy was not within sight, likely inside the waterway. That was reason enough to believe that he had not seen what had truly become of the knight, nor his ascent to catch up. So it gave him the chance to make up an excuse for what he would like his friend to believe, exclaiming it with the usual mirth as he leaned into the doorway to the aqueduct. Fortunately Sevroy was indeed there, so the words did not fall flat.
"Ugh, filthy creature, I thought I killed it already. No matter, onwards and outwards then? Truth be told, I haven't gone beyond this point thus far in my travels through this land. So an adventure it will be for the both of us! Unless of course, you've already been here before and told me otherwise?"
The last part was mentioned somewhat sarcastically, as Osvalda was aware of the irony, when he himself did not want to tell Sevroy of the truth of his fall either.
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Post by Kuro on Aug 19, 2012 18:57:23 GMT -5
Sevroy did not say anything to Osvalda's claim of grabbing the ledge, not fully believing it; he did see him fall down into the chasm, after all. Still, he didn't want to accuse him of deceit. He didn't think that his odd ally would take kindly to such a thing. One of Osvalda's questions resounded within him, however. Had he been here before? He certainly had no memory of it, but was it possible that he had died so many times here that...no. A senseless idea. This was his first time here, monstrous raven and all.
"I have never been here before, and I think you might know that. So neither of us have gone past this point...I suppose that there are going to be unpleasant surprises for the both of us. Oh, and,"l Sevroy turned to his companion, an odd, perhaps embarrassed look on his face. "Please do not show your parrying skills for now. We should practice on it later. Much later."
The two made it through the waterway -or at least half of it, there was a locked door halfway through - and exited into a place completely different from the shrine. After a few stairs, Sevroy was caught off-guard by the sudden change. He could see intact houses all around him, and he himself seemed to be on top of some sort of fort or castle wall. Unfortunately, before he could partake in any more observation, a nearby hollow jumped at him, it's sword flying in the air. With a surprised tell, the warrior stepped back, but was cut across the cheat. His armor took most of the hit, but he was sure that it was by luck he wasn't dead. He retaliated with a single, strong swing, but that did not kill the hollow. Another string swing, and another right before it could strike back. The armor the hollows wore didn't serve as much protection against the sword; it was worryingly really, that Osvalda was wearing such armor.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Aug 20, 2012 10:26:10 GMT -5
"Ah but friend, would you cage a glorious majestic manticore? Telling me not to display my skills, most of all my wondrous parrying capabilities is like hiding a great work of beauty and art away from the world!"
In response he gesture shrugged several times in rapid succesion.
"I will oblige your wishes, for the sake of keeping time. I'm sure we won't encounter anything more nasty than those beastly hollows beyond this point, but in facing them alone... well we might become old men were I to fully exercise my martial prowess on each and every one!"
After gesture raising his fist in a hurrah! he followed after his doubtful friend as they made their tracks through the waterway and beyond, to the Undead Burg.
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When the new area was reached and the hollows sighted, Osvalda let not a minute go to waste in assisting his friend. Sevroy was busy with the first undead, so the second one on a small wooden walkway nearby adjoining this building to a next, the wayward knight could handle without issue.
"I shall engage the second, and damn the consequences!"
With that he took up a run towards the next hollow whom had already been attracted to the fighting. Whether it was aiming to leap in attack at Sevroy or whether it was preparing for Osvalda's advance was uncertain, but it raised its sword in preparation. The knight was far too cunning for this though, and attempted evasive action.
"Ha-ho! Too slow! See if you can hit... this-aaaagh!"
While shouting and before the undead soldier could strike, Osvalda performed a running jump at the last moment in an attempt to avoid the oncoming strike. He fatrolled as before, and just as before it was in completely the wrong direction. He veered to the right a ways, dangerously close to the edge and crashed through a collection of stacked barrels only to fly out of sight below. For all parties involved, it looked like he had simply jumped through the barrels and off to his death below.
"Damn the consequences! Come and fight me foul creature, I have only redefined the battlefie-oof!"
While he had vanished from sight, his shouting did not cease, nor did the second hollow's focus on him. It followed after, hopping off of the ledge to a second smaller platform below on which Osvalda had miraculously avoided death. Only unlike the knight, this undead soldier had something to land on; the knight's head. With a resultant oof, the hollows feet touched down on top of Osvalda, startling him and causing him to stumble back a ways before it managed to land a sword strike.
"A masterfully executed trap, and I fell right into it! Sadly your efforts will not be commended, for you'll impede our progress no longer! Heee-yah!"
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Post by Kuro on Aug 20, 2012 21:24:42 GMT -5
Sevroy had only been able to stare in disbelief at Osvalda's rolling antics. He instinctively took a few steps forward when Osvalda rolled off, still not used to the idea of having an ally who would keep coming back from the dead, and for a split-second he felt shock at his ally's apparent demise. Hearing his voice afterwards was a very large relief and a reminder that he shouldn't worry so much. Still, he ran over to the ledge and looked at Osvalda's fight. He knew that Osvalda would come back if the hollow killed him...But he wasn't going to just watch as an ally died.
In the midle of Osvalda's undoubtedly epic and honorable fight, Sevroy fell from the heavens and plunged his sword into the opponent, using the poor hollow as a cushion for landing. The warrior stood up, flicked the blood off of his sword with a quick swing, and fell from the current platform to the next level, which also seemed to be the top of a castle wall. All of this was done without a word of course, and when Sevroy noticed he turned to his companion.
"Oh, i'm sorry for any surprise or annoyance I caused you with a moment ago. I didn't mean anything bad, I just wanted to continue. My apologies." His words sounded sincere, or at least, as sincere as a stern swordsman can get.
He turned back to the front and saw two hollows where there had not been before. These hollows were different however; they wore no armor at all, only rags. One or two strong slashes and the first beast died quite easily. The warrior went ahead and killed the other, again, rather quickly unlike the armored hollows, and looked around. The only passageway seemed to be through a house and onto another part of the fort or castle's wall. "Well then, let's go."
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Aug 23, 2012 21:00:09 GMT -5
"I could have handled that beast on my own you know..."
Osvalda stared in disbelief as Sevroy dropped from above and executed the hollow he had engaged in glorious combat. After following down he noticed his friend busy himself with the slaying of two other undead on his lonesome. There wasn't anything the knight could do, so instead he looked around where he had gotten down to and noticed a small house Sevroy had skipped. Going up some small stairs inside, he found a table and some chairs, as well as an array of windows overlooking the lower portion of the town. When he went to look out he noticed a body hanging on the sill, and searching it found another solid soul like the kind he had obtained in the Firelink Shrine. It would most likely come in handy later so he took it before gesturing a prayer for the body.
"Very well then friend, lead the way! I do hope we don't get stuck down here, as I can't see a way out or up again for the life of me!"
He came out of the house and followed closely after Sevroy, expecting him to take the lead. He could tell the way they were going to go, as it was really the only apparent way out. He couldn't tell how going through houses down in this city however, would get them up to the church they were headed for.
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Post by Kuro on Aug 31, 2012 21:37:33 GMT -5
"I can't see on either, but hopefully it's close. I think we may have accidentally taken a detour; this will most likely only take us back to before we fell." Sevroy walked into the house, looked around, and went down the small set of stairs, seeing nothing of interest in the rundown estate. Through the next archway and he was on a small bridge. A slope of some sort was in front of him and led to a rooftop and a wall; he thought he could see a ladder on it. He took a step forward and felt something give way underneath his shoe. Curious, he looked down and picked up the odd item. The tattered remains of a sack and some kind of...large clump of dust? What was this? Rubbish? Who in their right mind would carry this around?
...
Perhaps he needed help.
He put the rubbish into his pocket for no valid reason and took another number of steps forward before noticing the hollow underneath the slope. Another of the unarmored ones. He went to it and stabbed the near-defenseless thing; easy enough. Wait. He stabbed it again and again. No longer a threat. As he had been stabbing the hollow underneath the slope though, hands began to latch onto the sides of the bridges. Three hollows rose from the depths and began to try and climb over and onto the bridge, mindless in their drive to kill. Like the one Sevroy had just killed, these were dressed only in torn loins and wielded rusty swords, one of them actually a broken blade. It was up to Osvalda as to whether or not any of them would actually make it up onto the bridge. As a final scare, another unarmored hollow burst out of one of the barrels near the archway and leaped at the closest living thing, probably a certain member of the Fivefinger Delta.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Sept 5, 2012 17:24:23 GMT -5
"Saw that one coming! Hee-yah!"
Osvalda kicked when the barrel breaking hollow emerged, his timing quite perfect. At least it would be perfect if he actually kicked it, and had not completely turned the opposite direction and kicked at a table. Understandably, the surprise attack of the undead went undefended, and stumbled the misguided knight from its force. All in all it was a spectacular failure, but for some consolation, the kick had indeed been timed well had it connected, and the table was destroyed.
"What is it with these vile creatures and their insistence upon fighting without honor? The thought of attacking an opponent from behind... unforgivable!"
With that he fatrolled down the stairs before jogging out to the walkway where Sevroy had headed and the other hollows were climbing up. Why? Because the revelation of being attacked in the back by a mad undead gave him a wonderful idea. This would be his grand, glorious chance to prove his worth and redeem himself in the eyes of his friend and anyone else who ever doubted him.
"This way you louts! Hear ye, hear ye! Look over here!"
While running past Sevroy and across the walkway where a ladder was situated at the other end, he attempted to gain the attention of the slew of hollows through various means. Running into them with his shield, fatrolling into them, even swinging at one or two with his sword though it was doubtful if he actually hit them let alone causing damage. Once he had sufficiently aggroed the lot, including the the original undead whom attacked from the barrels, he attempted to lead them past Sevroy and to the ladder. Without a moment's pause he began his ascent, hand and foot, bar after bar. As per his plan, he would reach the top, then he could turn around and jump off to do a plunging attack like Sevroy had done only better and taking out more opponents in the process. He was about one bar from the top when he stopped to call back to his friend waiting below.
"Keep your eyes open for this, one of my greatest techni- ow! What was tha- yeouch!" As he spoke, he was painfully interrupted from below by the stabbing of one of the hollows at his legs with a short sword. "Wait, they can climb ladders as well? Arg!" As per his plan, the undead had followed him, but up the ladder as well. All of them. Waiting. In a nice line. The one immediately beneath the errant knight was still hitting at him, and he soon began to lose his grip. "No... No! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
With a final stab the knight lost his grip fully, falling backwards as he frantically tried to grab for the bars, to no avail. Once his feet lost their footing he plummeted down the distance he had climbed, meeting the ground with a crash of armor and bones. Also organs. Painfully he writhed in place, the pain and the weight of his armor quite a burden on his shoulders, but soon enough he attempted to make for his feet.
"Well, that wasn' so-"
He was promptly cut off when one of the hollows, the one whom had knocked him off the ladder and reached the top specifically, plunged down from above and landed on him in an attack. The knight was smashed back into the ground as the undead drew back his sword, giving Osvalda the chance to get up and attack back or heal perhaps.
"Urgh... not as planned."
Soon after the next hollow did a plunging attack from above. It could be guessed, correctly, that the next two would be aiming to do the same.
"IT KEEPS HAPPENING."
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Post by Kuro on Sept 15, 2012 22:35:02 GMT -5
Sevroy, for few moments, had only been able to look on in awe and disbelief at the display before him. He had never seen anything like it, that was for certain; it probably meant death for his comrade, and yet it was just so...comical. Not that the warrior was laughing, of course. He still had a friend to protect. He ran over to Osvalda and dropped his sword to pull him out of the way of the series of plunge attacks. This had caused the next hollow in line to miss when attacking, making it simply fall to the floor. If it was hurt, it didn't show any sign of it though, for it ran towards Sevroy while wildly swinging it sword back and forth with no rhyme or reason.
"Curses!" He dropped Osvalda and raised his shield to protect against the atttack, but at one point it put too much of a strain on him since he had already used some energy to run and pull Osvalda out of the way, and Sevroy dropped his shield in submission. The hollow then took the chance to slash at the warrior's leather armor, effectively cutting through it in the process. "Gah!" Sevroy fell back, a new wound now fresh on his chest and still bleeding. He needed a fireplace, he needed to drink from the Estus Flask, he needed
he needed more time
The hollow raised its blade and struck again. Sevroy had just enough energy to be able to raise his shield, but it could absorb only that attack before being batted away again, his arm swinging from the force of the attack. The other hollows were approaching now, having fallen from the rooftop like its cohort. The warrior got up with a shout of pain and picked up his sword, just as the hollow before him raised its own once again. He...He thought he could...Sevroy drew back his sword arm and then took a huge step forward, swinging as he did so and using the momentum to strengthen his attack. The blow practically cut straight through the hollow and made a bloody mess on the floor as the intestines or whatever was left of them fell out along with the liquids that had been surrounding them. That blow had a been a nice and heavy one...but it took more out of his energy than the usual attack. Now, he wasn't sure if he could block another attack. He would have to wait, but the other hollows were moving back. Sevroy could have moved back as well, but as far as he knew, his ally was in no position to fight. Because of this, Sevroy stood his ground, ready to face the two remaining monsters and hoping that Osvalda would stand back up, because there was no time to drink from his Estus flask; the closest hollow had jumped at the warrior with his sword, and Sevroy raised his shield in a desperate attempt to block the blow.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Sept 22, 2012 3:17:11 GMT -5
He was close to death, but not there yet. Such was the mark of a person with as high a vitality as the knight. That was the main reason why he had not cracked and gone hollow, during his time in Lordran spent slaying dreglings by the waterway. After all, how else had he gotten a full set of their armor. Truth be told, he had never made it much farther beyond Firelink shrine, but he had been here so long that the actual amount of time he had spent in this strange land eluded him.
With what little life he had remaining, Osvalda rose to his feet again, ready to enter the fray once more. Thankfully he saw his friend standing guard, so he took a chance.
"TIPPIN BACK ESTUS!"
Like a frat boy with a mean thirst, the knight slammed back shots from his emerald flask like it was going out of style. In about as much time as it took to read this sentence, Osvalda was practically as good as new, golden wisps trailing off of his person. Some wear and tear here and there was nothing to complain about, and now he was actually read to fight alongside Sevroy. Seeing that he was already taking care of one of them, he took it upon himself to deal with the other remaining hollow.
And he had just the way to do so.
"Let's see how well these work. HEEEEEE-YAH!"
Drawing from his pockets, the knight produced a firebomb for throwing. He didn't know it was for throwing however, even if it looked like he was about to, tossing the bomb in the air to catch it again. Once he had, he ran screaming at the other hollow, shield raised and with the firebomb in his other hand. He was getting awfully close to the hollow however, and it would soon become apparent why; with the bomb in his hand balled like a fist almost, he went and smashed the bomb right in the undead's rotten face. The knight grinned to see his attack had connected, but it was immediately wiped clear by a flash of light and fire.
What remained were two burning bodies on the floor, screaming and writhing about. One, the now dead hollow and the other, the now extra-crispy knight. Miraculously he was not dead, and with quite a strain and some effort, he managed to look back to his companion and see how he was doing.
"Ugh... I should probably read the item description next time..."
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Post by Kuro on Sept 24, 2012 19:18:35 GMT -5
It was by far the oddest thing he had seen that day.
He had fought the massive Asylum Demon, been snatched up by a giant bird, seen skeletons reform, and it wasn't even sundown. Now, a sudden burst of light and flame had swalloed up his friend and his opponent with no warning. He...He had punched the hollow with the bomb. Sevroy...didn't know what to say to that. At all.
The explosion had knocked Sevroy's attacker down, stopping him from finishing Sevroy off. That was all he needed. The warrior finally had enouhg time to catch his breath at least regain some of his power. When the hollow started to get up, Sevroy stood up using his sword as support and, still breathing heavily, brought his heavy blade high up and then brought it down with the rest of his strength. The swing went straight through the hollow and left a large and deep gash in its wake. He had nearly cleaved the thing in two. Blood sprayed from the heavy wound, turning into a line of blood on Sevroy's stern face and armored chest.
When the last hollow fell the warrior fell with him, although Sevroy was at least able to get up on one knee, unlike the hollow. He set himself up against the side of the bridge, still breathing heavily. The fight had taken a lot out of him; no, it had taken everything out of him, and more than once. He took out his own Estus falsk and raised to his mouth, drinking several messy, gluttonous gulps. He could barely stop himself from taking the last drops. He knew he needed it. But hopefully not too soon.
He looked at the burnt, speaking remains of his friend and spoke back with respect and perhaps even awe in between gasps. "That...That was...good. I've never seen anyone do that...before." He chuckled, although he winced when he did so. "The 'item description'...I thought that everyone knew how to use a bomb...I guess that some are just more...creative with it than others." He looked at his flask, to his friend, to his flask, and back to his friend. He leaned forward and offered him his Estus flask, giving it a brief shake in his hand.
"Do you...Do you need anymore? Or do you, do you still have some with you?" He loked at the ladder that had been much too much of an effort to get to, and looked back at Osvalda. "I think...I think we're almost there." But they weren't, were they?
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Sept 30, 2012 2:40:38 GMT -5
"I doubt you'll ever see anyone do it again either, I can guess that much."
He inadvertently answered Sevroy's question about the estus, when the crispy knight slowly, painfully raised his own flask to his lips. Ah, the magical healing power of estus. He wasn't sure yet if there were all that many benefits of being undead, but being able to so rapidly recover from injuries with just a drink, was every warriors dream. As wisps of golden energy trailed off his person, the knight soon sat up, the burns covering his skin quickly fading away. The burns on his armor though, that was another story.
"Almost to where though? Where is 'there'?"
Looking around at the impressive array of bodies which Sevroy had himself created, the knight turned to climb the ladder he had once thought of using as an ultimate weapon. What he found at the top was nothing more than a long wall. Upon closer examination he realized it was actually the top of the waterway, and with the clever addition of merlons running the length of either side, it doubled as a good vantage point for archers. Fortunately this undead city was not under siege, so Osvalda could focus on other things. Namely, the body propped up at the very end of the walkway, where the waterway actually met the great outer wall of the city. With a quick search he managed to rustle up a humanity from the corpse, and in response gestured a prayer.
"Yesss."
Raising his clenched hand in front of his face like a sort of fist pump, he soon returned to his feet and went to check out something that had caught his eye on the way over to the end of this walkway. A part of the fortification had been destroyed or had worn away, and it allowed for an easy fall off the side. In this case however, off the side mean a short drop to the area staircase leading to the first area of this burg that he and Sevroy had entered not minutes ago. Looking back to see if his friend were to follow, he promptly hopped the short distance down and walked up to that first rooftop area where he had tumbled through the barrels in the first place.
"Over here, there's an easy way right across from the wall! It leads back to... well, right where we were, conveniently enough!"
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