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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 1:29:35 GMT
"you know i'm bad, i'm bad, i'm really really bad"
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS | Wandering alone wasn't too fun; you don't get to spend time in any particularly fun or useful way, and generally, you lack a specified location or direction to go in. As such, it is always best to go in groups, pairs even, but the option is unfortunately not always available. In this case, Broly found himself walking alone in Ferox in search for any nearby town or village to take refuge in for the night; the dark clouds covering the skies on these noon hours were enough of an indication on the worsening of the weather later on, he knew that well. An inn or a tavern to spend the night in would be his best bet, but being lost in a random forest like this with barely any supplies or a way of covering from the downpour, the bandit was more or less hopeless in this case. Apparently, it was going to become another night of just traveling around.
He kicked a small pebble in the way in his irritation at such misfortune. Not only had he held back in raiding for such a degree that he runs out of food and water after barely four days of wandering around, but he also has no way of resupplying anytime sooner, with how confusing this terrain was. Frustratedly, Broly hastened his pace in hopes to find anything worthy, a person perhaps, or a camp he could sneak into and play on to make them accept him as a 'poor traveler'. He could easily pull something like that off, and had no moral qualms about faking his identity to get such a crucial thing. But still, as Broly continued going through the forest, passing numerous plants and trees, there appeared to be no sign of any settlement anywhere, or even a river on which he could lurk in attempt to hunt himself some food and drink some water.
"Oh, to hell with this..." He let out, giving up hope for today. Guess it's another day in the wilderness for this bandit. Or, hold on, maybe not.
Before he managed to slump in depression, Broly picked up faint sounds of men roars. That meant there were people around, and he could use those to help himself! Saved by the bell!! The bandit started running in the sound's general direction, hoping to get closer to the source; Never did he suspect however, that he was followed by a similar source, likely threatening his life.
It's troublesome. Wandering alone isn't too fun. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 18:21:36 GMT
Jojo Kaguya  @broly | Several Kills Await | 411
Wandering East Ferox, her home and lovely piece of heart all kept hold inside her as if she were clinging to it for dear life. Since the heart wrenching decision to leave home had come to a close, she had not come back so deep into the lands of East Ferox since then. However, her eyes were on tracks, tracks of a possible meal she could enjoy for the evening. Of course, that was until the noises started to occur, and her hand itched to be relieving of combat necessary for her to relish in it. Such was the actual benefits of being a tracker and hunter, having lived in these lands for so long. Jojo herself was only capable of so much fight but the voiced, her eyes narrowed in on that while holding her sword by the sheath. Thinking to herself, “Time to go, the hunt is on.”
She knew that the beast she was hunting was around here, but those voices of men. They were something else and Jojo had to step in on that to quell in more than likely punish them for whatever they had coming to them. Jojo ran to the screams, up a hill and into trees as fast as she trained, as fast as she could without tiring herself out too badly. Sheathed sword at the ready and eyes narrowing in with such malice as she wanted to completely hurl heads into the air when she saw what the screaming men were doing. Pillage and raping a dancer caravan. Yes, Jojo had no love for dancers but they were unarmed, peaceful, and it made no sense to harm them. Guaranteed there was no survivors she could no longer allow this outrage to ensue.
The initial screams of the men inquired that the beast she followed, a giant of a dangerous man eating beast the size of a tanguel or bigger, would not be here for at least an hour, plenty of time to knock heads into the sky. Jojo counted the bandits, there were at least eight bandits here and two of them were axe wielders and another two were lancers, the other three she could not see what weapon of destruction they used. She watched until one of the axe wielders got too close to which it would be then her sword drove home, his dying breath was the message to the others to get at Jojo. The fun has just begun.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 19:02:38 GMT
"you know i'm bad, i'm bad, i'm really really bad"
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS | ... Broly found an easy way to navigate through the damp forest, following the very man he was assaulted by. How did it come to this, is better left untold for the while, but a significant bulge sprouted from the stranger's head soon after leaping in on the redhead.
"You better not be leading me in the wrong way, you hear!?" The lone threatened, clutching his fist and showing his clear irritation on his face as he glared at the poor attacker. One would likely wonder who's the prey on this occasion, after such a humiliating beating. The stranger, another bandit yet from a different pack apparently, tried to dispatch his worries by assuring Broly of his trustworthiness in leading him to the scene of action. He must have thought that if he lured the man to the caravan where his friends are, they'd gang up on him easily and strike him down for doing such a thing - hitting a bandit, that is. If only he knew that the man himself, was of a similar occupation, and one of the more irritable ones while at it.
Shortly enough, Broly arrived at the assaulted caravan, only to catch glimpse of another, wielding a sword, quickly taking out one of the bandits. It was a swift strike which he made sure to study well, and the following scream of pain, a man losing his life, alerted the rest of the barbaric attackers of the new threat to arrive. All at once, they have averted their attention to the female swordsman, carelessly leaving the caravan alone and their back-side fully open. Broly grinned; he was dealing with easy prey, because even if they were greater in number, they clearly lacked experience in the aspect of battle: at least one or two were to remain attacking the caravan and watching the others' backs, if he had administered this little raid. Moreover, if he was in charge, none of this would have happened: a dancer caravan probably had not much more than beautiful women, which these guys would use to satisfy their needs, most likely. ... Over the thought, Broly had turned enraged.
Grabbing his helper by the head, he let out a fierce yell, throwing him through the shirt and head held, at the bandits approaching the female. The guy's body mass was enough to knock down one of them, but the redhead was not satisfied with leaving them on the floor; no, he proceeded to leap into the air, landing with his feet firmly planted in their backs, hoping to at least knock them out for a few seconds before taking position.
"Haha!!" He then removed his robe to reveal a ridiculously large axe, 6 foot in overall length. Yet, he wielded it easily with one hand, swinging with the broad side at the gang to sweep away a few of them. Looks like fun time, and a moral lesson, was in order.
"What's this!? You guys holding a party and forgot to invite me, huh!? That ain't too nice!! Guess a little punishment will teach you a thing or two." He grinned widely in anticipation of some combat. This would be a good way to let out his frustration and anger over today's misfortune. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 7:43:53 GMT
Jojo Kaguya @broly | Several Kills Await | 636
Jojo noticed many had their eyes on her, her own eyes watching them, while she readies her blade. With a single drive in her, she aimed to slay each of these worthless bastards. Her own family would be proud of this act or so she thought. It was the ways of a beast slayer after all that had allowed her to maintain a bloodied past and future. The many times she shed blood to save blood was definitely different and yet this was just one of those times that she could not elaborate how much she wanted to rid the world of these bastards. Each one of them had consciously chosen the path of evil, the path to pillage and do harm to innocents and even more so to the caravan, those sins must be punished. The only price to pay was their lives, and Jojo will enact on such a price.
Blade steady in her hand, body-dropping low as her eyes narrowed on a keen view. The number of enemies here, there were plenty and yet she heard a bellow of laughter, her eyes moving to that position as she looked into that direction. The man laughing was tall, or at the least taller than her rough estimate height of five feet and five inches. Her golden eyes watching him as she assured herself that this man may not be an enemy, but she could not tell yet the things he said next made her know that he was for the moment an ally. It was all she needed yet while she was listening to his boasts, comments, and her eyes were off one of the lancers, one of which attempted to make a stab at her, and yet she read his movements too easily.
The slouching maneuver of which she crouched with a single leg strait out to the side while the lance glanced directly behind her neck in enough time and length for her arm to come up and wrap around the spear to pull. Pulling the lancer forwards, her other arm swinging the blade into the midsection where she bisected the lancer, her smile easing itself as she felt blood splatter, and even spray upwards from the foe. Her outfit stained now as the blade itself dripped with blood, her arm tossing the worthless spear to the side as she eyed the other combatants, but she got cocky, perhaps too cocky that she barely noticed the arrow whizzing strait for her heart. A small step to the side and it grazed her arm, slicing a nice knick into it as her eyes opened up and the arm bled, however it missed the gusher, so that was good at least.
Jojo’s eyes went from the cut on her arm to the archer, noticing his movements as she saw him aim a new arrow at the axe man, the man who boasts a lot earlier on. The archer was directly standing from the caravan, on top of it even. Yet Jojo could not get to him in time, there were three enemies blocking her path as she called out, “There’s an archer, watch out!” Her sword in one hand, injured arm hurting like no other as Jojo’s estimate of graze must have been more serious than she thought. Her body moving backwards, trying to divert the other lancer and two axe wielding bandits to her position as the three of them were the main targets she had to be weary of as well as the archer. The three of them were already imposing on her, she had to get back into a tree line, as was her goal but the valley itself she rushed into, what a stupid move as her arm came up wielding the sword to block a downswing of an axe.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 12:11:09 GMT
"you know i'm bad, i'm bad, i'm really really bad"
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS | While he was angry and most definitely felt like pounding some punks around to let it all out, Broly had no intention of committing murder, therefore making sure he held back with his swings as not to take their lives by accident. He had no say in what the female swordsman felt like doing or how she was raised to use her weapon, yet ultimately preferred it if she didn't aim at their lives; bandits live in 'packs', they treasure their friends and brothers-in-arms much like other commonfolk around the world. Bandits lived in large 'families', he knew that all too well, and very much understood their point of view, if they were normal bandits like what he was familiar with. As he stood, ready for combat, the skies started pouring down heavy rain; just like he suspected, and much to his irritation. Good - that meant he had more drive to knock some punks out.
While the woman was busy taking care of a lancer, gracefully using her skill and speed to outclass the barbarian, Broly found himself occupied with a single lancer and two Swordsmen. Three-on-one wasn't that fair a fight, but against an enemy that can literally throw you away, it seems natural to use more power. There wasn't much time to cockily brag or look for any openings, as the three assaulters closed in on the redhead quite quickly, the lancer making the first move. A direct thrust, yet skilled and impressive, arm straight and firm, allowing the sharp steel to seemingly cut through the air and water drops falling down. Yet, the man skipped to his side, looking for the weakest of them, the one to turn into his own weapon. Broly was a cautious fighter, but in these situations where he's filled with rage, it could lead to his downfall; carefulness is swapped with brash recklessness.
As if years of practice backed them up, one of the Swordsmen leapt in succession with the lancer's thrust, aiming to broadly slice at Broly's torso and neck. It was an impressive jump, and the redhead thought that the man could be used as a good food soldier would he have only wished to. However, quick as he was, the targeted man was completely free, swinging his large axe to deflect the swift sword strike, relying on superior power to match his enemy's momentum. A grin appeared on his face once more, knowing that now he had found an opening, and they were likely to attempt a variation of such combo attack again soon. The third of the men rushed in, quite carelessly. Depending on that detail, Broly claimed him the weakest link, and immediately turned his axe to the broad side, swinging up and bringing it down using one arm, smashing into the guy's head and knocking him flat to the ground. His other arm was closely gripping at the lance he had just avoided, pulling it strongly towards him and delivering a successful, barbaric headbutt to his enemy's head, causing him a bleeding and clear confusion. This guy, will become his weapon.
"Rraaah!!" Broly caught the lancer he had headbutted with both hands, leaving his axe for a moment by tossing it up to the air. In consecution with the latest hit, he left no room for him to respond, throwing the bandit away at the swordsman he had deflected earlier, though the latter avoided. The lancer was slammed into a tree and fell; that much, per the redhead's estimation, should have been enough to keep him out of action for the while. Broly proceeded, catching his axe and immediately swinging it at the approaching swordsman, clashing blades with the guy. He was certainly faster, as expected from a skilled swordsman, swiftly maneuvering behind the lone bandit and aiming a swift cut. With a step backwards, Broly managed to ram into the swordsman, continuing with an elbow to his face. Only barely, he had dashed forward, avoiding the upcoming blade and returning a slam of his axe's broad side. It was clear that Broly had not tried slaying them, but hammer them to knock them out of action. However, in his action, he couldn't perceive the situation too well, unfortunately missing the woman's warning...
"Aaaargh!!!" ... Resulting in a direct pierce to his back. "God!!! Oww!!!" He was obviously in pain. Powerful and agile physically as he was, Broly was simply covering for his low resilience to pain, and the low amount of overall hits he could take. Steadying himself on his weapon to attempt catch his breath and stand in the unpleasant sensation despite having an arrow firmly stuck in his back - making a significant bleeding wound, the bandit only barely managed to avoid a second arrow, which scraped his sleeve only barely, ripping it a bit. He could still feel a bit of a scratch on his arm, stinging strongly too. Before he knew it, he was approached by another two lances, aiming to strike him down in a moment of weakness. The redhead had not much time to react, and simply leapt out of the way, covering his face.
Now, they've really done it. No more mercy.
"Okay... That does it, scoundrels!! I'm gonna Tear You Apart!!!" His loud, roaring intimidation served enough of a shock for the approaching bandits, allowing him to swiftly slash at their lances, actually cutting their long wooden poles before violently slamming his fists at them, knocking both to the ground. Oddly, despite his rage, he was still not cruel enough to decapitate them or step on their laying bodies.
"Woman!!" He suddenly yelled out; "I'll take care of the archer lout and any attacks from the back! You slice 'em up good, and don't let any dancer's hair even fall!! This will be over in fifteen seconds! Go!!!"
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