Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160810022256/@comment-25975584-20160817034703

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

The Indomitable wrote:

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

The Indomitable wrote:

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

The Indomitable wrote:

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

The Indomitable wrote: He savagely attacks, in a flurry of movement, the ancient "Sun Armor of the Empire" gleaming with blinding red light as he does so. She quickly blocks his attacks with her fan, his blade stopped at every turn.

'This is the Divine Fan: Bashōshen,' she says, deflecting his sword off of it at an angle. 'It can do battle as well as any blade, as the edge is sharp and the metal is strong.'

She leaps backward out of range, and flips the fan closed, drawing the red and gold sword at her waist, and stabbing it into the ground, one hand on the pommel, the other hand extended skyward, still holding the fan.

'O dragon that causes all who look upon it to turn to stone,' she quickly chants. 'Turn your gaze towards my foes, and pierce them with your barbed claws. Basilisk, serve your rider.'

And a red and gold dragon Divine Armament drops into the fray. However, she does not enter it.

'I'm perfectly willing to settle for your immediate retreat, Grand Marshal.' He laughs...

"You forgot something, the smallest cut is deadly; I knicked your little finger."

(That alright?) (Not quite. She's not so easy to defeat.)

She raises her hand, to reveal only four fingers.

'Unfortunately for you, I reacted. I'd rather lose my finger than my life.' As she says that he hacks, and slashes in a random pattern, before hurling a fistful of sand into her eyes. (Should have stabbed.)

Rather than block, she merely steps backward, narrowly avoiding his blade, and enters Basilisk. The Divine Armament seals itself just as the sand reaches her, covering the red faceplate and golden visor with the fine grains.

'Now, that's not very nice,' she purrs from within the armor. 'But I suppose I should expect that from you. Ta-ta! Have fun with the Canaris Novans!'

Saying that, her armor's wings extended, thin golden energy billowing out in two great arcs and lifting her away and into the air. Valerius turns to see his soldiers fleeing past him, and the rapid advance of the grim veterans of the enemy. I'm fucked... There's no way to win. Several veteran Imperial soldiers grab Valerius by his arms and drag him to the barges, where he is unceremoniously dumped onto the quarterdeck. The Imperial troops manage to retreat in good order, preserving most of the army intact and losing very little of their supplies and equipment. A veritable miracle.

All around, soldiers glance at him in awe, while grizzled infantrymen congratulate him for holding his own against the renowned and deadly Crimson Witch. Some even boast that Valerius could possibly take on the infamous Violet-eyed Enchantress, Azalea Snow. He just sits there, in shame. Refusing to even acknowledge his accomplishment, for him it was an utter failure.