Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150502191958/@comment-5543592-20150503112524

Dacian shook his head. "Gerard said they're Battlemages."

He pointed to the window and lead her there. Sure enough, soldiers in Legion Watchmen Armor with blue hoods, or Penitus Oculatus agents with brown hoods, were engaging Bellamy guards. And the mages were winning.

"I need to get out there." Said Dacian, he looked at Kay and gave her a determined look.

"Let's finish this."

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Alderis surveyed the estate-turned-war-zone. The Legionnaires, who had superior positioning and fire power, were crushing the more numerous Bellamy forces. And, just as Delta Squad finished off another Platoon, they had opened a clear path down the battlefield, to the house.

“Omega Team, move in, secure the target!”   Alderis commanded and waved her signal in the air violently, trying to contact her team of Battlemages that she had set near the house, by a hill, out of sight.

“Omega Team!”   She shouted again, in their direction. No signal waved back. No Battlemages appeared on the horizon. About a minute later, a lone Battlemage came sprinting over the hill towards Alderis. Well, more limping than sprinting.

 “Commander!”   He cried.

“What?”   Alderis called back, panicking. “What’s going on?”

The Battlemage came to a stop in front of Alderis, panting, and bent over his knees. His face was bruised badly and his mouth was bloody. Someone had given him quite a beating.

“He… he fought like a demon. No one could touch him. And he was fast. Faster than anyone I’ve ever seen. It was like he knew where we would be before we got there.”   The Battlemage rambled on, but Alderis didn’t need concrete details, she already knew who it was. “Like he had eyes in the back of his head. And he came out of nowhere. He even-”

“Where is he?!”   Alderis demanded.

“Still over that rise. He was making sure he’d finished everyone off.”

“He killed them? All of Omega Team? Already?”

“No! That’s the insane thing! I think everyone is still alive. He tries not to kll them.”

Perfect. Now was her chance to take the Bosmer down. “Let’s go, now!”   Alderis announced, and charged her team towards the hill, over which the Bosmer was supposedly taking out the rest of Omega Squad.

“What is this?”   Alderis and company stared at the unconscious scattered bodies, scanning for any threats. Or the threat. “Where is he?”   But that’s all there were- bodies. No Bosmer.

He came out of the dark, first coming towards Alderis’ right, as if appearing from the shadows themselves. There were nine Battlemages in total, Alderis, her lieutenant, the last man from Omega Team, and her original number of soldiers. He took out the first quietly without a fuss, locking the man’s neck in the crook of his elbow, and then bashing his fist into the mage’s temple.

The second turned and the Bosmer was on him in two steps, smashing the knuckles of three of his fingers into the man’s brow. The mage’s head snapped back from the force of the blow, facing an insane amount of whip lash, and he toppled to the ground.

The third managed to attack, drawing his sword and swinging at the Bosmer. He stepped back, avoiding the first swing, turned to the side to avoid a downward slash, and leaned back to dodge a final stab. The instant the man extended his arm all the way out, the Bosmer seized the man’s wrist, and twisted it up. The pain and awkwardness of the position forced the Battlemage to drop his sword, disarming him, and then the Bosmer smashed the base of his palm into the mage’s solar plexus, shattering the bone, and dropping the Battlemage.

<p class="MsoNormal">By then the other six had rallied, coming at the Bosmer. He rolled to the side under a fire ball and spun with his leg out, kicking a fourth Battlemage off his feet. The man smacked to the ground on his back and the Bosmer launched himself at the Battlemage, dring his elbow down into the Battlemage’s face. The Bosmer rolled to the side to avoid a stab, and spun in a kick again to knock the sword away, out of Battlemage number five’s grip. The Bosmer launched to his feet and knocked the man unconscious in one uppercut to the jaw.

<p class="MsoNormal">The sixth managed to land a slash on the Bosmer’s arm, but it was barely a graze, and harmlessly slid over the top of his opaque Mithril armor. The Bosmer struck the man across the face with a right hook, kicked his knee out in order to send him to the ground, and knocked him with a boot to the head.

<p class="MsoNormal">The seventh aimed his hand at the Bosmer, to cast a spell, but he was too late. The elf was already there. He gripped the mage’s wrist, and yanked it out to the side, before smashing his elbow into the mage’s throat. The mage made a choking noise and dropped to the ground. The Bosmer knocked him out by simply stomping on his head.

<p class="MsoNormal">The eighth, Alderis’ lieutenant, charged a fireball in his hand, and aimed it at the Bosmer, who, in one swift movement, reached to a pouch-like thing under his underarm (it was strapped to the side of his chest), plucked a pin from it, and launched it at the lieutenant. It caught the man in his throat, and his magic instantly faded. The Bosmer sprinted at the Silenced mage, spun in the air, situating himself in a cork-screw like formation, and kicked the man across the chest knocking him flat on his back. Dacian spun again and in the reverse direction, striking out with a different boot, and caught the man upside the head. He too fell unconscious.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Bosmer didn’t even look for his next attacker, that in tune with the fight. He spun and jabbed his elbow out behind him, catching Alderis in the nose. She stumbled backwards, gripping her face and the Bosmer flew at her, his fist cocked back in a superman punch, and he struck Alderis again across the face. Her head snapped and to the side and she stumbled backwards even further, lost her balance, and collapsed onto her back with a thud. The Bosmer landed past Alderis, decelerating into a walk. He paced a few steps before ending up standing over Alderis.

<p class="MsoNormal">He dropped to a knee, simultaneously pinning her chest and knocking the wind from her lungs.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Who are you?”   She wheezed.

<p class="MsoNormal">Daithi fixed her with a hard stare, his right hand curling into a fist. “The Camoran.”   He growled menacingly and the tone of his deep, throaty voice implied that she’d do well not to forget it.

<p class="MsoNormal">He drove his fist down Alderis’ nasal bone, a quick blow with a loud crack, and then his hand retreated into the air. Alderis was out the instant of impact, embracing a long nap.

<p class="MsoNormal">Daithi rose to his feet, cracking his knuckles and several other bones until they were loose. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand, and focused his gaze on the house. Mannimarico was in there. Daithi had some unfinished business with the King of Worms- and it involved lots of punching. And kicking.