Saviours, the game!

[Carthrat]

Daggedal clasps his hands together and focuses, absorbing the large amounts of spirit energy being generated by the dead.

A black aura starts to be generated around him, so dark and cold it looks as if all light and life has been snuffed out. Electric tendrils leap from it towards the enemy soldiers and his allies alike, weakening the former while increasing the strength, speed, and perception of the latter.

[Dracos]

O'karn roared, depending on his mass to keep his footing as he spotted the neophyte mages before him.  Charging past any guards with swift smashing strides, he swiftly sought to scattered them, striking more for speed then for power, though with his blade, who could really tell the difference?  His main goal was to keep them from casting any more spells while painting the area red with their blood.

Dracos

[kpjam]

The soldier's swing was deflected as Remdos' shot erupted into the soldiers shoulder, eliciting a powerful scream of anguish and anger.  Another soldier forms ranks with his wounded comrade and both strike at the bow wielding infidel.

Devon's shots carry towards the two on the balcony.  The man raises a hand and the first shot is deflected wide, the next three pass the man with enough margin for safety.

Daggedal's little concoction get's off with out much trouble, as his allies feel like they've just taken an adreneline hit.

Unfortunately, with their attention diverted, Devon and Daggedal have allowed the soldiers to reach their position, as two sets of blades travel for their hides.

The group feels the ground start to rumble, like a very weak earthquake.

O'karn flashes his sword, traveling at the impudent wretch that attacked him.  Taking down four men in rapid succession, he is surprised by a sword bite into his flank, and another explosion rocks his side.

[Dracos]

O'karn swung his blade hard in an arc around him, forciably driving back his opponents or slashing them to bits by the strength and length of his attack.  As soon as he gets a half seconds breathing room from that he glances about for cover and for any of the remaining annoying mages to eliminate them.  Basically anywhere outside of this field where he's easily just getting sniped at.  Preferrably a place where he can still fight cleanly but doesn't have to deal with the whole hoard being able to get in at once.

Dracos

[Figment]

Ducking and weaving to avoid the seeking blades of the enemy soldiers, Devon holsters his pistol and draws his sword while allowing a subtle change to overcome him. The skin visible between his sunglasses and shoufa darkening to a midnight black and a palpable aura of evil and fear washing over any nearby soldiers and allies.

[kpjam]

O'karn sucessfully takes out five more opponents, including two of the less protected mages.  He notices that he's approached the corner of the courtyard is only ten yards away, and it looks like the most defensible position around.

He also notices the stairs leading up to the two men standing above the melee.  Well, they were stairs, they appear to be receeding into the ground as the rumbling continues.  A hint of light reveals light under the stairs.


ooc:  

36 down.  20 left(8 around O'karn and ten converging on the rest)  The two obnoxious moages stand apart.

[Dracos]

O'karn roared charging for the stairs, running up there and leaping to get up onto the balcony with the two people.  Anyone who gets in his way gets flung handily out of it in the method only a heavily armored ogre can do.

Dracos

[Merc]

"Fucking hell!" the archer swears as he tries to move backwards and away from his attackers, while swinging his bow wildly with his one hand, to try to keep the fighters from practicing their art of putting their pointy things into his fleshy being, and reaching for his dagger with the other hand. "I'm not cut out for this bloody close combat shit, dammit!"

[kpjam]

Devon noticed the sodiers were showing off how to miss at close range while he danced away. making them look even more inept.  While those pressing in on him sustained the pressure, he noticed fear creep into the eyes of those closest to him.

Remdos was not so lucky as a sword swipe took him in the side, while he missed barely with his almost blind waving of his cutting tool.

[kpjam]

O'karn roared and ran towards the stairs, cutting down two victims as he charged past and bounded up the stairs.  Giving a mightly leap when he reached the top remaining stair, his attempt to obtain the balcony was denied as a large fist came through the opening, faster than would be expected and grasped the Ogre's leg.

[Figment]

Gripping his bastard sword in both hands, Devon begins weave his way towards Remdos, his deadly blade flicking out at the surrounding soldiers in deceptively quick strikes.

[Carthrat]

Daggedal yanks his sword out it's sheath and spins around to decapitate his opponent, pulling out his shield in his other hand and using it to begin a steady combat method of strike-and-defend.

If the odds are suitably against him, he backs into a corner, so less men can get to him effectively.

[kpjam]

Remdos and his opponent traded swings, each digging into the others flesh, while he backed away.

Devon moved through the melee, inflicting pain on those who opposed him.  Causing them to pause as they licked their wonds, but not taking any down until he made it to the soldier behind Remdos.  A quick swipe took down the unsuspecting opponent.  

Daggedal did damage of his own taking down three attackers while recieve a small wound himself.


ooc(6 by the ogre 6 by the others, 1 strange hand, and two on the balcony)

[Figment]

Upon reaching Remdos' position, Devon turns to the soldiers he'd weaved through and attacks in a series of powerful blows.

[Dracos]

OOC: Sorry, been realllllly busy.

IC:

The ogre gave a grunt of wrath as he promptly tried to shake off the hand, and failing that yank it further out and slash it off with his sword.

Dracos