Post by Areon Fury on Dec 13, 2011 18:09:21 GMT -8
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Areon was monitoring near by troop movements with his Goggles. Kiyoshi bed ridden, Unfettered still with the one known as Vespyr. He had to remain very vigilant. He had moved all the weakened forces of Crows, Malitia, and that gang Unfettered had laimed the Hoods inside, using Dragonlings fresh and ready outside.
It had been reported that the previous scouting party that had occupied the bay area had been annihlated. A bigger force of well trained soldiers were instantly prepped, ready to be dispatched.
They came in large, black buses, their commander sitting in the back in his... lab coat.
He looked on at the rest of them with a haughty look in his eyes. He had no intention of entering combat.
"I can't believe they tore me away from my studies... just to work here."
The buses were about to come to a stop, but the man then suddenly was heard in all their ear pieces, via blue tooth---
"Corallal the busses horizontally to them. We'll make a wall next to the closest building and narrow where these forces can charge in from."
This would be done without delay as soon as they came in contact with the nearest guard of the current occupying force. They had no of a second defeat occuring.
Areon monitored their motions with his goggles, noting a formation immediatelly being applied. He scanned the busses for abilities, weapons, armors, anything of note. As he whistled and made a circle with his arm, five got ready falling back a bit, the other five running to jump on their motor cycles. Areon himself stepping into the sky hovering over the five foot soldiers.
"They are going to filter us... Dont charge in blindly."
Miyamoto Honda: "Ah well. A little action should help break up the monotomy of the lab."
"---There. I see ten of them. We'll start with this group. Do it to the third building in front of them."
Hastily, the buses would careen through the roads, the first one suddenly turning to the point of drifting slightly, as it would bring its front to a stop in front of building to the left. Another bus would come come to face its tail... and the third did the same to the second. Thus a bus wall would be constructed, obstructing the view of Areon and his Dragonling's view of the forward-right. Behind the buses, the thirty Enforcers would come streaming out.
As they came funneling out, he hoped maybe a scare tactic would either shake them up once they where fully formed or maybe even turn them away if they where lucky. This was a 3 on 1 fight, and he didn't like the scan of there being Qi on the opposing force.
"I am Areon Fury. Wind Dragon and Crow. Your no longer welcome here. Turn back and you'll be allowed to live. Continue forward." A gust of wind would escape Areon as he injected his Qi into the air causing it to harshly whip around his clothes and throw up dust and trash. "None of you will leave here alive!"
The soldiers that began assembling to the right of the buses (the Dragonlings' left) would suddenly be blasted back slightly by the gust of wind, shook some of them. However, a voice immediatly came into their ears.
Miyamoto Honda: "Do not be alarmed. They are attempting simple scare tactics on us... simply because they are 259ers. That they have "Qi."
"Stand ground. Observe forces, prepare batons."
Standing at least five feet away from each other, the soldiers would line themselves in an order of 10 x 3 rows and columns.
"First wave, prepare to charge."
---Miyamoto Honda stepped down from the bus, stepping to the front of their ranks and rows. There was at least 100 feet distance between the two force.
...Cigarette smoke wafted up in the air, as he cooly analyzed the situation.
Areon made a small noise of disaproval when his monitors showed barely any change. He decided to scan the one that looked out of place amogn them smoking the cig. The five motorcycles coming up two on each side of his five foot soldiers and one behind them.
Miyamoto Honda:
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Honda looked on at them. He had to squint his eyes, to make sure...
"Oh. That's right. He said he was the Wind Dragon... That symbol makes sense."
General Upcry: "WHAT!? NO BLUFF!?"
...Honda looked at all of them. The soldiers had become irrational... He merely shook his head. He already had an escape plan, if things were to go sour... But this meant this mission was all the more important. He looked at the motorcycles flanking the foot soldiers formation.
"First wave: Charge, loose bowl formation."
With fear in their hearts, but discipline in their legs, the first wave came charging in a semi-circle, as if to envelop them and flank them.
Areon would raise his left arm and force it down, the four bikes on each side rode out fast as the foot soldiers charged Areon himself flying over head, to crash down on enemies. The bikes taking a split formation to cut the bowl into a square or force them into tighter ranks.
All this while, Honda continued to press orders and "encouragement" on the first wave---to watch them flounder like fish. From a distance with his "modified (Experimental Qi-related)" eye-sight, he watched as four of them managed to use their weapons correctly, in remembering their training to take out two of them... while more than half of their numbers fell. Tch.
"At this rate, we'll be ignored if we ask for reinforcements... Second wave, prepare to charge... Jump and take out those motorcyclists. Or else.
...Another type of fear went down the spines of the second wave as they made another semi-circle charge towards to the motorcylists. If they could not make it in time, the first wave would be annihlated...
Meanwhile, Honda looked at the third wave, ordering two of them to look behind the buildings for concrete, for trashcans... so as to---
"---turn this rough terrain against the motor bikes..."
Areon would land and fall into the fighting style he had been perfecting for years even after Leon's training. 18 Dragon Slaying Palms. Knee's, elbows, and palm strikes infused with wind attacks to send people flying and spinning, the motoryclists returning to the fifth that had stayed put, waiting for the signal.
Suddenly, several gusts of air would blast through, annihlating the remainder of the force, giving the motorcylists the time to turn about face and to return to their original position. In that flash, the four remaining of the first wave would be gone, on the ground, not moving.
"Proceed then. Second wave, engage the Dragon's foot force. Third wave, begin charge to reinforce the second wave."
By this time, the two that had gone onto collecting the trash cans (that they efficiently decided to fill with rocks as an anti-motorcylist idea), would result in the third wave charging, with various large pieces of concrete in their hands... and thus at a very reduced speed. The second wave fell onto the warmed-up Dragonlings. Areon would now be surrounded, without the aids of his motorcylists... but his troop would have high morale, being in direct of their leader and of his previous accomplishment.
...Meanwhile, Honda shook his head... Would he be forced into the fray?
He would not allow this operation to be a failure...~
Areon knew this was a dim chance at best, three to one, he had almost lost half his force, this was it standing between these guys and the crows base. It was all or nothing. Areon kicked his Qi up into the danger zones adding speed and strength and he flared wind into the air, the signal the bikes would ride hard towards the group flanking them. Getting up to put their feet on their seats as they throttled the bikes.
The kickstorm of combos from Areon Fury sliced through several Enforcers, as the others proceeded to fall on the two remaining Dragonlings on the ground---But the Motorcyclists managed to save the remaining one as they crashed into the flanks of the third wave.
However, having been forced to deal with another combo wave, the 2nd wave found themselves dismayed.
---Unbeknowest to the 3rd wave, tendril-like Qi strings shot from behind the cover of the buses, pulling back two of the enforcers... charging them with power.
"Third wave... sacrifice yourselves to annihlate the motorcylists," was the cold, commanding voice. There was a panicked silence, as the others began to fight harder.
Areon's goggles would alert him to the change of fighting potential if any in the soldiers, at this point though it didn't matter. This was no longer a game of numbers, this was the kind of battle a person like him lived to be in the middle of. He may be a strategist, but he had Katashi blood running in his veins. Ripping the goggles from his face he'd throw them to one of the motor cyclists.
"Get those back to Unfettered. I wont need them anymore."
The motor cyclists who would of charged would of leapt from their bikes and tumbled so the bikes would smash into the enforcers, while Areon charged the front. He could feel the Qi in his body beginning to work against him, having pushed it this far, the damages where already starting to backlash.
Areon Fury Statistics:
Areon would note that... the power of the two Enforcers in the back would be rising... and hanging in the air, like marionettes, invisible string pulling up at their wrists and the back of their necks. Their eyes would loll back into their heads, looking into the caverns of their skulls.
The last foot soldier fell, as the Enforcers continued to swarm over Areon---before the goggles were thrown off and in a blast, Areon would annihlate a majority of the forces by himself. Unfortunatly, most of the other motorcylcists would not be as lucky, as the trashed cans would be thrown at them and large slabs of rubble that was prepped from before would crash onto the ground, felling the riders bit by bit. Three continued to ride on...
---Until the flying marionettes would swoop down at them, picking them up, tearing them apart in the sky, their limbs falling to the ground with their blood like crimson rain.
The other motorcylist who proceeded to retreat managed to grab the goggles and began heading back towards the Crows nest. The marionettes heads were craned forcibly towards their master who stood back several dozen feet as he watched the man with glowing eyes continue to tear into the little remainder of his men.
"Let him run. That fellow is heading straight towards the cretins we need to annihlate, anyways."
...Confident. An invisible flame enveloped his body, as other bodies on the battleground began to pulse, convulsing violently as similar auras were suddenly to be read everywhere.
Areon would continue combat with the foot soldiers, until the crimson rain began to fall, the splashing an echoe in the rush of battle. It did not make this particuler Dragon very happy. No more playing around, Areon's style would shift from 18 Dragon Slaying Palms to 20 Point Destructive Palms as he released his adrenaline and endrophines into his body by twisting his ear to cause the pain trigger.
Areon's attacks where no more blunt force trauma, or impact related, he was going for dislocations, easy breaks, joints using the sharpened nails of his to dig in and slice tendons to seperate muscle from bone. He had to fall the foot soldiers before those marionettes made a second swoop. He probably didn't need the ear twist to trigger pain, keeping his Qi at this high was causing enough damage on its own.
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"...Hm."
Miyamoto Honda had proceeded to stride on the battlefield. Indifferently. He watched as Areon proceeded to obliterate the remainder of his troops---as he casually swung his right hand forward to the last motorcyclist and his marionettes fell upon that fellow as well. However, this man was hardier and kicked up his motorcycle into a wheelie to completely tear in half one of the Marionettes, before the other one swooped, plunging his hand through the man's chest, his heart crushed in the marionette's fist.
The motorcycle went wild, towards Honda.
Casually, the Japanese man fingered towards himself---and the marionette from before proceeded to fly, as if pulled by hundreds of strings, and crashed into the side of the wild motorcycle, disintegrating under the impact as the motorcycle exploded.
"It looks like it's just you and me now, Dragon..." mused the scientist.---
"---That was a joke."
---Suddenly, all the bodies flew up into the air, floating in front of Honda, keeping a somewhat ten-foot distance in front of the man, a whole wall in front of the Scientist. Amused, the Scientist allowed himself a bored smile.
"Fighting to destroy the body of your fallen comrades. Into desecration, Dragon?"
---The nine bodies of the Dragonlings would suddenly come swooping towards Areon, their limbs at the ready to fight and tear their former leader apart.
"Only if your into eating my fist!"
Was Areon's reply as he charged forward, spinning his arm to gather a vortex of wind around it, with his Qi at max already using this move would damage him greatly, but he had to get through the wall. Once the first body was in range he'd thrust the vortex covered arm at it, apon contact it would unleash from his arm like a tornado. The damage was done though as the vortex and the wind speed began to damage his own arm.
Dropping the arm after the tornado he'd take to the air flying through what he could launching counters where he could at any of these puppets as he made a line for the prick using the bodies. the sharpened nails on his left hand seemed hungry for any part of his flesh, maybe even all of it.
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"Hmph."
The wind vortex move that Areon used would succeed in sucking into his own fallen comrades, slashing and cutting their bodies into ribbons. The bodies would float up and down, the wall matching up to wherever the Dragon flew. Honda was honestly concerned---If too many of the bodies were destroyed, there wouldn't be enough to take back for data.
And his own life was unfortunately at stake. Grimacing, he moved his hand forward, shrinking the wall somewhat as several other marionettes charged their way to the Dragon---only to be torn apart.
It wasn't a good situation. The man bent down hurriedly to smack his thighs... a different type of Qi signiature being red on it. He would jump high into the air, bringing the wall with him, as the Dragon would zoom about, proceeding to slash up all the bodies.
Landing on the bus, at the angle though, he suddenly pointed at the Dragon---
And suddenly, half of the Marionettes all began to beeline for him, through the air, their hands splitting apart to make shape for bone-swords from their thighs and wrists.---
The scientist grunted, as his cigarette continued to burn out...
Areon's face lit with surprise as he watched the rapid advance of half the puppets launch at him, trying to move his right arm caused him to flinch, so he darted directly for the ground. A dive as he would redirect his momentum slamming his left palm on the ground as he would let his Qi go rolling to obsorb the impact and move towards the scientist, and hopefully dodging some of these puppets. Toushing his right shoulder with his left hand he would swing his arm around in a wide arc as he spun to release a small vortex in a dome like whirlwind around him as he would stumble out of his own spin and back into flight towards the scientist. Lowering his left arm to grab a baton that mite be laying on the ground.
Fighting these puppets with the bone weapons physically would be dumb.
The puppets would zoom over the man, as the Scientist grunted, irritated, seemingly annoyed as opposed to worried as his default "worry" emotion. A number of the marionettes he sent were redirected---only to be crushed by the dome as they flew into it, their bones disintegrating in the blast of wind as their marrow would splatter on the ground about the Dragon. The others would be saved by a flick of the scientist's finger.
Because of the "disarming," many of the weapons that the Enforcers had been holding onto had indeed fallen onto the ground. There would be multiple batons to be grabbed onto. Sending the two that he had saved towards the Areon, the two still-attacking marionettes would attempt to pierce into the man's back...
...The scientist's strength would not be enough, it seemed... A dragon really was beyond him. Still, a death of a dragon would be...
The man tightened the wall 'til the thirteen guarding marionettes formed a clump around him, in a circular meat and bone shield.
Areon remained the course, knowing turning around would expose his back to the scinetist, so he stayed straight spinning his right arm again, through the pain building a vortex, he would turn sideways now though, looking to see if he could spot the two attacking from behind. One baton, two marianettes...
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The puppets, relying on the speed and the dexterity of their master would be caught in the vortex, only to be crushed into bits, dirtying the ground around the Dragon. From behind his shield, the Scientist would sigh.
"At this rate, I will die. You're not the level of Leon Sudeki, but you are indeed a Dragon. I really don't want to retreat if I can help it..."
"Won't you die for me, Dragon? 'Areon Fury, Wind Dragon, Crow?"
...Meanwhile... behind his shield, the man would start glowing... his finger tips shining gold through the literal meat shield.
"For you? No. For those that diserve it, yes!"
Areon would blast towards the group now, aiming to jam the baton into the head of a puppet to break a hole into the wall, as his left now free hand would form a claw reaching to dig into and grip the esophogas of the scientist and attempt to rip it out.
"---Mmm...---"
---The moment that the Dragon plunged the baton into puppet, all the bodies would collapse towards and more than likely onto the Dragon himself, as the Scientist released his control on all of them. His fingers had all shot out, and lines of Qi string would all race to the claw that was reaching for the Scientist's neck. The man sweated, as he burned up the remains of his Charismatic powers.
But this was no ordinary "attack."
This would be an assault on the Dragon's very mind.
The scientist had absorbed many Qis, experimented on himself many times, but could never use one without dire consequences to his person. As it stood right now, all he could attempt to do was to evaporate the life force of the creature before him. And if not, the strings would attempt to tear and cleave apart the flesh like many long lines of curved swords.
"....Rrnnn... I'd really rather not die..."
...As if it were casual.
[/li][li]Strength: 30
[/li][li]Dexterity: 40
[/li][li]Constitution: 25 - 20 = 5 (Multiple Qi Usage Drain)
[/li][li]Intelligence: 80
[/li][li]Wisdom: 30
[/li][li]Charisma: 60 - 60 = Qi Output - Qi Assault - Puppet Master's Strings[/list][/b][/quote]
Areon felt the burn the weakness. It was intense and unusual. He would shoot his damaged right arm out into the chest of a marionette defender while it was falling, to rip out a rib, and throw it like a dagger at the mans chest area to stop whatever his Qi tendrils where doing.
"...Without all those sacrifices, I would not have gotten this far. And even then..."
His composure was to be... noted, as the blood from his stomach and his mouth continued to flow...
Miyamoto Honda's Statistics:
Areon was losing focus on the things playing out in front of him, it was like someone was putting a caddle prod to the inside of his head and the back of his eyes. Dropping to a knee even due to the different kind of pain that he'd never felt before.
So as a last ditch move, he'd try to focus a small vortex into the index finger of his right hand, sharpening it to a point, before he'd pick it up and aim it like a gun.
"... Bang..."
He'd attempt to fire it the small bullet like vortex of wind from his finger.
---Suddenly, the man would feel as his heart was pierced. The strings broke away as the Scientist fell, without a word. His eyes were open... surprised... irritated at the fact that he'd died so easily.
The rumors were true. His failure from before was not taken well, it would seem... He was a sacrifice, to, at best weaken the Dragons. It was not as though his level of competance was lacking, but merely that he was not as well equipped. Could he save himself? No---he'd burned away the last of his Charisma to construct threads of Qi to sew closed his heart. His head would lean backwards, as he reached for something at his belt...---he clicked it.
Nothing happened.
Nothing "seemed" to happen.
"...Dammit."
...
And with that, Miyamoto Honda would die.
...As the poison canister at his side would be released. It wouldn't be enough to kill the Dragon immediatly... but...
Areon's other leg would fall to the ground on both his knee's now, just sitting amongst the death and destruction of it all. He wasn't sure if he was weak from exhaustion, weak from the last attack, or just about to crash, but it just didn't feel right.
Heading back to the Crows Nest he'd walk inside, coughing a bit. Blood appearing on his hand which he had used to cover his mouth... He knew the signs, the symptoms, his eye sight was beginning to go.
"Bring me Tai and Dora."
...The Crows would greet him---only to be startled by his appearance. The Dragonling would immediatly go to his leader, the goggles in hand as... Dora and Tai would appear.
Tai: "...WHAT THE FUCK, CROWS."
---Dora would rush forward to grab the man by his waist, pulling him towards her, so that he could relax a little---while she whipped her head around to the other Crows.
Dora: "Chair. Now."
As they would bring it forward the most comfortable chair they could find, Tai would bring a stool in front of him, as the other Militia Members were alerted, to bring forth any and all medical supplies.
Tai: "...What... the fuck... Areon...?"
There was slight trembling in the man's voice.
He knew he looked like shit, as he sat in the chair he'd grab the arm of Dora shaking his head slightly.
"Medicinc wont help this."
He coughed a bit, it went in through his lungs, he could tell as it began to burn to breath.
"Did you find Kiyoshi?"
Dora: "...He has been left with a few guards at the original site to recover from his wounds a bit more, though it should be safe to move him now... Green has gone to fetch him."
Tai: "Oh GOD FUCKING DAMMMIT, WHADDYA MEAN MEDICINE WON'T HELP!?"
Roger came in at this point, giving the man a look up and down as he crouched in front of the Dragon...
Roger: "...Poison..."
Tai: "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK...."
Areon listened to each in turn, a smile, oddly warm across his face. Relaxed even in the midst of the pain.
"This happens in war..." Areon would cough a bit more, alittle harder now.
"Tell Kiyoshi I'm sorry. I was a little off on my calculations."
Areon would move to remove the Wing dragons Jacket from his body and he'd hold it out. His sight completely gone now.
"Give it to Kiyoshi. We finished them off..." More coughing, to the point he was short of breath. "We shouldn't be bothered for some time. Now would be the best time to move him." His breathing was becoming shallow.
Tai: "...NOO."
---Suddenly, the man would rush forward, onto his knees, to hug the man at his waist. He would look around, chasticingly at the remaining crows.
Tai: "ONE OF YOUR ZEROS IS DISAPPEARING! IS THIS REALLY HOW YOU WANT HIM TO FUCKING DIE!? FUCKING TOUCH HIM! TOUCH AND HUG THIS FUCKING DRAGON!"
The other Militia members would be silent, watching this man die... as Dora would go to Areon's back and hug at his shoulders, massaging him. One by one... the uninjured Crows and the other Militia would go to Areon, squeezing as tightly as they could. To touch a finger. To grab a shoulder. To squeeze a thigh. One of the female crows would even go so far as to kiss the dying man on his lips lightly.
Roger, was one of the few that would leave the room temporarily to make a call. A final call for this dying man.
Dora: "...We... saw the fight. It was recorded. And we did nothing, but foolhardedly trusted in your---"
Tai: "THIS MAN FUCKING SUCCEDED. HE FOUGHT OFF ROUGHLY SIX TIMES HIS OWN NUMBER, EVEN GOING THROUGH THE BRUTALITY OF DESTROYING HIS OWN MEN'S CORPSES. WE OWE THIS MAN."
...A crow from upstairs would come downstairs with the video camera... still recording. Tears were flooding his eyes as he would proceed to record the man. The parting gifts would be taken... but pressed back onto the man, in the fists of the receivers.
Areon would look up to the ceiling not being able to see anything at this point, feeling the thanks from those around him. "I wouldn't of wanted any of you put in the danger I put you in when recapturing the Nest."
He spoke silently, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them once more, just once more.
"The stars... These are good stars. They mean good luck..."
A single cough broke his sentence.
"For a Crow."
And Areon would fall silent, the smile on his face, even the seeming glint in his eye, the passion stuck on his face.
...And with that, the room would fall silent. The weeping would be there. The phone finally rang. Dora's massaging would stop, as everyone instantly backed away from Areon. The look of peace... the surrealness in the way he died...
...
It would be said that not a Crow nor a Militia would have the courage to move the body for hours to a man who looked like he finally found peace in this God-forsaken world.
This day, a Dragon died. The Wind Dragon. The Crow. But not alone.
Moderator Notes:
-You May Pay A Visit to the Profile of Areon Fury Here.
-The Only Surviving Dragonling of Areon Fury, As A Messenger, Will Leave the Goggles (Scouter) For "Unfettered" With Tai.
-The Only Surviving Dragonling of Areon Fury, As A Messenger, Will Leave the Wind Dragon Coat For Kiyoshi Akechi With the Crows.
-This Dragonling Will Navigate Through Barker Territory (Or Via Boat) to Relay to the Dragons of the Cause of Death to Areon Fury, the Circumstances, Etc.
-Along With the Message Includes a Personal Note From Tai:
- Areon: White
- Tai: Maroon
- Dora White: Purple
- Roger Summers: Default
- William "Will" Todohiko: Navy
- Miyamoto Honda: "Black."
- Enforcer Grunts: MANLY PINK
Areon was monitoring near by troop movements with his Goggles. Kiyoshi bed ridden, Unfettered still with the one known as Vespyr. He had to remain very vigilant. He had moved all the weakened forces of Crows, Malitia, and that gang Unfettered had laimed the Hoods inside, using Dragonlings fresh and ready outside.
It had been reported that the previous scouting party that had occupied the bay area had been annihlated. A bigger force of well trained soldiers were instantly prepped, ready to be dispatched.
They came in large, black buses, their commander sitting in the back in his... lab coat.
He looked on at the rest of them with a haughty look in his eyes. He had no intention of entering combat.
"I can't believe they tore me away from my studies... just to work here."
The buses were about to come to a stop, but the man then suddenly was heard in all their ear pieces, via blue tooth---
"Corallal the busses horizontally to them. We'll make a wall next to the closest building and narrow where these forces can charge in from."
This would be done without delay as soon as they came in contact with the nearest guard of the current occupying force. They had no of a second defeat occuring.
Areon monitored their motions with his goggles, noting a formation immediatelly being applied. He scanned the busses for abilities, weapons, armors, anything of note. As he whistled and made a circle with his arm, five got ready falling back a bit, the other five running to jump on their motor cycles. Areon himself stepping into the sky hovering over the five foot soldiers.
"They are going to filter us... Dont charge in blindly."
Moderator Note: Areon detects light armored Enforcers, all equipped with batons. They are numbered at 30 (31). There is a mixed Qi-signature coming from the 31st, but if seen in colors... it's seen in cool colors/non-reactive.
Miyamoto Honda: "Ah well. A little action should help break up the monotomy of the lab."
"---There. I see ten of them. We'll start with this group. Do it to the third building in front of them."
Hastily, the buses would careen through the roads, the first one suddenly turning to the point of drifting slightly, as it would bring its front to a stop in front of building to the left. Another bus would come come to face its tail... and the third did the same to the second. Thus a bus wall would be constructed, obstructing the view of Areon and his Dragonling's view of the forward-right. Behind the buses, the thirty Enforcers would come streaming out.
As they came funneling out, he hoped maybe a scare tactic would either shake them up once they where fully formed or maybe even turn them away if they where lucky. This was a 3 on 1 fight, and he didn't like the scan of there being Qi on the opposing force.
"I am Areon Fury. Wind Dragon and Crow. Your no longer welcome here. Turn back and you'll be allowed to live. Continue forward." A gust of wind would escape Areon as he injected his Qi into the air causing it to harshly whip around his clothes and throw up dust and trash. "None of you will leave here alive!"
The soldiers that began assembling to the right of the buses (the Dragonlings' left) would suddenly be blasted back slightly by the gust of wind, shook some of them. However, a voice immediatly came into their ears.
Miyamoto Honda: "Do not be alarmed. They are attempting simple scare tactics on us... simply because they are 259ers. That they have "Qi."
"Stand ground. Observe forces, prepare batons."
Standing at least five feet away from each other, the soldiers would line themselves in an order of 10 x 3 rows and columns.
"First wave, prepare to charge."
---Miyamoto Honda stepped down from the bus, stepping to the front of their ranks and rows. There was at least 100 feet distance between the two force.
...Cigarette smoke wafted up in the air, as he cooly analyzed the situation.
Areon made a small noise of disaproval when his monitors showed barely any change. He decided to scan the one that looked out of place amogn them smoking the cig. The five motorcycles coming up two on each side of his five foot soldiers and one behind them.
Miyamoto Honda:
Miyamoto Honda's Statistics:
- Strength: 30
- Dexterity: 40
- Constitution: 25
- Intelligence: 80
- Wisdom: 30
- Charisma: 60
Honda looked on at them. He had to squint his eyes, to make sure...
"Oh. That's right. He said he was the Wind Dragon... That symbol makes sense."
General Upcry: "WHAT!? NO BLUFF!?"
...Honda looked at all of them. The soldiers had become irrational... He merely shook his head. He already had an escape plan, if things were to go sour... But this meant this mission was all the more important. He looked at the motorcycles flanking the foot soldiers formation.
"First wave: Charge, loose bowl formation."
With fear in their hearts, but discipline in their legs, the first wave came charging in a semi-circle, as if to envelop them and flank them.
Moderator Note: Moral Loss - -1 All Statistics For 6 Rounds (Rolled)
Areon would raise his left arm and force it down, the four bikes on each side rode out fast as the foot soldiers charged Areon himself flying over head, to crash down on enemies. The bikes taking a split formation to cut the bowl into a square or force them into tighter ranks.
Moderator Note: The forces would panic at the fear of being run over, forcibly closing in their ranks. The fact that Areon could FLY began to dawn on the first wave as an INCREDIBLY BAD THING as Areon flies, crashing into them, annihlating three in the ensuing confusion, as his soldiers went onto attacking the others. The melee ensues.
1st Wave: 4/10 Lightly Armored Enforcers w/ Batons - Dismayed, Losing
Areon Fury + 3/5 Dragonlings - High Morale, w/ Leader
5/5 Dragonlings w/ Motorcycles - Very High Morale
1st Wave: 4/10 Lightly Armored Enforcers w/ Batons - Dismayed, Losing
Areon Fury + 3/5 Dragonlings - High Morale, w/ Leader
5/5 Dragonlings w/ Motorcycles - Very High Morale
All this while, Honda continued to press orders and "encouragement" on the first wave---to watch them flounder like fish. From a distance with his "modified (Experimental Qi-related)" eye-sight, he watched as four of them managed to use their weapons correctly, in remembering their training to take out two of them... while more than half of their numbers fell. Tch.
"At this rate, we'll be ignored if we ask for reinforcements... Second wave, prepare to charge... Jump and take out those motorcyclists. Or else.
...Another type of fear went down the spines of the second wave as they made another semi-circle charge towards to the motorcylists. If they could not make it in time, the first wave would be annihlated...
Meanwhile, Honda looked at the third wave, ordering two of them to look behind the buildings for concrete, for trashcans... so as to---
"---turn this rough terrain against the motor bikes..."
Areon would land and fall into the fighting style he had been perfecting for years even after Leon's training. 18 Dragon Slaying Palms. Knee's, elbows, and palm strikes infused with wind attacks to send people flying and spinning, the motoryclists returning to the fifth that had stayed put, waiting for the signal.
1st Wave: 0/10 Lightly Armored Enforcers w/ Batons - ANNIHLATED
2nd Wave: 8/10 Lightly Armored Enforcers w/ Batons - Good Morale, Shaken
3rd Wave: 10/10 Lightly Armored Enforcers w/ Batons & Rubble - Charging, Good Morale, Shaken, Slowed
Areon Fury + 2/5 Dragonlings - High Morale, w/ Leader
5/5 Dragonlings w/ Motorcycles - Very High Morale
2nd Wave: 8/10 Lightly Armored Enforcers w/ Batons - Good Morale, Shaken
3rd Wave: 10/10 Lightly Armored Enforcers w/ Batons & Rubble - Charging, Good Morale, Shaken, Slowed
Areon Fury + 2/5 Dragonlings - High Morale, w/ Leader
5/5 Dragonlings w/ Motorcycles - Very High Morale
Suddenly, several gusts of air would blast through, annihlating the remainder of the force, giving the motorcylists the time to turn about face and to return to their original position. In that flash, the four remaining of the first wave would be gone, on the ground, not moving.
"Proceed then. Second wave, engage the Dragon's foot force. Third wave, begin charge to reinforce the second wave."
By this time, the two that had gone onto collecting the trash cans (that they efficiently decided to fill with rocks as an anti-motorcylist idea), would result in the third wave charging, with various large pieces of concrete in their hands... and thus at a very reduced speed. The second wave fell onto the warmed-up Dragonlings. Areon would now be surrounded, without the aids of his motorcylists... but his troop would have high morale, being in direct of their leader and of his previous accomplishment.
...Meanwhile, Honda shook his head... Would he be forced into the fray?
He would not allow this operation to be a failure...~
Areon knew this was a dim chance at best, three to one, he had almost lost half his force, this was it standing between these guys and the crows base. It was all or nothing. Areon kicked his Qi up into the danger zones adding speed and strength and he flared wind into the air, the signal the bikes would ride hard towards the group flanking them. Getting up to put their feet on their seats as they throttled the bikes.
2nd Wave: 4/10 Lightly Armored Enforcers w/ Batons - Dismayed, Shaken
3rd Wave: 6/8 Lightly Armored Enforcers w/ Batons & Rubble - Good Morale, Shaken, Slowed
Areon Fury + 1/5 Dragonlings - Good Morale, w/ Leader
4/5 Dragonlings w/ Motorcycles - Good Morale
Miyamoto Honda + 2/2 Lightly Armored Enforcers w/ Batons - Puppet Master
3rd Wave: 6/8 Lightly Armored Enforcers w/ Batons & Rubble - Good Morale, Shaken, Slowed
Areon Fury + 1/5 Dragonlings - Good Morale, w/ Leader
4/5 Dragonlings w/ Motorcycles - Good Morale
Miyamoto Honda + 2/2 Lightly Armored Enforcers w/ Batons - Puppet Master
The kickstorm of combos from Areon Fury sliced through several Enforcers, as the others proceeded to fall on the two remaining Dragonlings on the ground---But the Motorcyclists managed to save the remaining one as they crashed into the flanks of the third wave.
However, having been forced to deal with another combo wave, the 2nd wave found themselves dismayed.
---Unbeknowest to the 3rd wave, tendril-like Qi strings shot from behind the cover of the buses, pulling back two of the enforcers... charging them with power.
"Third wave... sacrifice yourselves to annihlate the motorcylists," was the cold, commanding voice. There was a panicked silence, as the others began to fight harder.
Areon's goggles would alert him to the change of fighting potential if any in the soldiers, at this point though it didn't matter. This was no longer a game of numbers, this was the kind of battle a person like him lived to be in the middle of. He may be a strategist, but he had Katashi blood running in his veins. Ripping the goggles from his face he'd throw them to one of the motor cyclists.
"Get those back to Unfettered. I wont need them anymore."
The motor cyclists who would of charged would of leapt from their bikes and tumbled so the bikes would smash into the enforcers, while Areon charged the front. He could feel the Qi in his body beginning to work against him, having pushed it this far, the damages where already starting to backlash.
Areon Fury Statistics:
- Strength: 56 +25 [81]
- Dexterity: 56 +25 [81]
- Constitution: 50
- Intelligence: 34
- Wisdom: 55
- Charisma: 38
Areon would note that... the power of the two Enforcers in the back would be rising... and hanging in the air, like marionettes, invisible string pulling up at their wrists and the back of their necks. Their eyes would loll back into their heads, looking into the caverns of their skulls.
The last foot soldier fell, as the Enforcers continued to swarm over Areon---before the goggles were thrown off and in a blast, Areon would annihlate a majority of the forces by himself. Unfortunatly, most of the other motorcylcists would not be as lucky, as the trashed cans would be thrown at them and large slabs of rubble that was prepped from before would crash onto the ground, felling the riders bit by bit. Three continued to ride on...
---Until the flying marionettes would swoop down at them, picking them up, tearing them apart in the sky, their limbs falling to the ground with their blood like crimson rain.
The other motorcylist who proceeded to retreat managed to grab the goggles and began heading back towards the Crows nest. The marionettes heads were craned forcibly towards their master who stood back several dozen feet as he watched the man with glowing eyes continue to tear into the little remainder of his men.
"Let him run. That fellow is heading straight towards the cretins we need to annihlate, anyways."
...Confident. An invisible flame enveloped his body, as other bodies on the battleground began to pulse, convulsing violently as similar auras were suddenly to be read everywhere.
2nd Wave: 0/10 Lightly Armored Enforcers w/ Batons - ANNIHLATED
3rd Wave: 3/8 Lightly Armored Enforcers w/ Batons & Rubble - Dismayed, Shaken, Confused
Areon Fury + 0/5 Dragonlings - Fighting To The Death, Powered Up, Leader Is Fighting By Himself, High Morale
1/4 Dragonlings w/ Motorcycles - Low Morale
Miyamoto Honda + 2/2 Lightly Armored Enforcers w/ Batons - Puppet Master
Miyamoto Honda's Statistics:
Marionette Statistics (2):
3rd Wave: 3/8 Lightly Armored Enforcers w/ Batons & Rubble - Dismayed, Shaken, Confused
Areon Fury + 0/5 Dragonlings - Fighting To The Death, Powered Up, Leader Is Fighting By Himself, High Morale
1/4 Dragonlings w/ Motorcycles - Low Morale
Miyamoto Honda + 2/2 Lightly Armored Enforcers w/ Batons - Puppet Master
Miyamoto Honda's Statistics:
- Strength: 30
- Dexterity: 40
- Constitution: 25
- Intelligence: 80
- Wisdom: 30
- Charisma: 60
Marionette Statistics (2):
- Strength: 20
- Dexterity: 20
- Constitution: 20/X (Must Be Physically Broken)
- Intelligence: X
- Wisdom: X (Dependent On Miyamoto)
- Charisma: X
Areon would continue combat with the foot soldiers, until the crimson rain began to fall, the splashing an echoe in the rush of battle. It did not make this particuler Dragon very happy. No more playing around, Areon's style would shift from 18 Dragon Slaying Palms to 20 Point Destructive Palms as he released his adrenaline and endrophines into his body by twisting his ear to cause the pain trigger.
Areon's attacks where no more blunt force trauma, or impact related, he was going for dislocations, easy breaks, joints using the sharpened nails of his to dig in and slice tendons to seperate muscle from bone. He had to fall the foot soldiers before those marionettes made a second swoop. He probably didn't need the ear twist to trigger pain, keeping his Qi at this high was causing enough damage on its own.
Areon Fury Statistics:
- Strength: 56 - 10% = 50 + 25 [75]
- Dexterity: 56 - 10% = 50 + 25 [75]
- Constitution: 50 - 10% = 45
- Intelligence: 34
- Wisdom: 55
- Charisma: 38
"...Hm."
Miyamoto Honda had proceeded to stride on the battlefield. Indifferently. He watched as Areon proceeded to obliterate the remainder of his troops---as he casually swung his right hand forward to the last motorcyclist and his marionettes fell upon that fellow as well. However, this man was hardier and kicked up his motorcycle into a wheelie to completely tear in half one of the Marionettes, before the other one swooped, plunging his hand through the man's chest, his heart crushed in the marionette's fist.
The motorcycle went wild, towards Honda.
Casually, the Japanese man fingered towards himself---and the marionette from before proceeded to fly, as if pulled by hundreds of strings, and crashed into the side of the wild motorcycle, disintegrating under the impact as the motorcycle exploded.
"It looks like it's just you and me now, Dragon..." mused the scientist.---
"---That was a joke."
---Suddenly, all the bodies flew up into the air, floating in front of Honda, keeping a somewhat ten-foot distance in front of the man, a whole wall in front of the Scientist. Amused, the Scientist allowed himself a bored smile.
"Fighting to destroy the body of your fallen comrades. Into desecration, Dragon?"
---The nine bodies of the Dragonlings would suddenly come swooping towards Areon, their limbs at the ready to fight and tear their former leader apart.
3rd Wave: 0/8 Lightly Armored Enforcers w/ Batons & Rubble - ANNIHLATED, Being Puppeted
Areon Fury + 0/5 Dragonlings - Fighting To The Death, Powered Up, Leader Is Fighting By Himself, High Morale, Soldiers Puppeted
0/4 Dragonlings w/ Motorcycles - ANNIHLATED, Being Puppeted
Miyamoto Honda + 37/39 Marionettes - Puppet Master
Miyamoto Honda's Statistics:
Marionette Statistics (37/39):
Areon Fury + 0/5 Dragonlings - Fighting To The Death, Powered Up, Leader Is Fighting By Himself, High Morale, Soldiers Puppeted
0/4 Dragonlings w/ Motorcycles - ANNIHLATED, Being Puppeted
Miyamoto Honda + 37/39 Marionettes - Puppet Master
Miyamoto Honda's Statistics:
- Strength: 30
- Dexterity: 40
- Constitution: 25
- Intelligence: 80
- Wisdom: 30
- Charisma: 60
Marionette Statistics (37/39):
- Strength: 20
- Dexterity: 20
- Constitution: 20/X (Must Be Physically Broken)
- Intelligence: X
- Wisdom: X (Dependent On Miyamoto)
- Charisma: X
"Only if your into eating my fist!"
Was Areon's reply as he charged forward, spinning his arm to gather a vortex of wind around it, with his Qi at max already using this move would damage him greatly, but he had to get through the wall. Once the first body was in range he'd thrust the vortex covered arm at it, apon contact it would unleash from his arm like a tornado. The damage was done though as the vortex and the wind speed began to damage his own arm.
Dropping the arm after the tornado he'd take to the air flying through what he could launching counters where he could at any of these puppets as he made a line for the prick using the bodies. the sharpened nails on his left hand seemed hungry for any part of his flesh, maybe even all of it.
Areon Fury Statistics:
- Strength: 50 - 20% = 40 + 25 [65]
- Dexterity: 50 - 20% = 40 + 25 [65]
- Constitution: 45 - 20% = 36
- Intelligence: 34
- Wisdom: 55
- Charisma: 38
"Hmph."
The wind vortex move that Areon used would succeed in sucking into his own fallen comrades, slashing and cutting their bodies into ribbons. The bodies would float up and down, the wall matching up to wherever the Dragon flew. Honda was honestly concerned---If too many of the bodies were destroyed, there wouldn't be enough to take back for data.
And his own life was unfortunately at stake. Grimacing, he moved his hand forward, shrinking the wall somewhat as several other marionettes charged their way to the Dragon---only to be torn apart.
It wasn't a good situation. The man bent down hurriedly to smack his thighs... a different type of Qi signiature being red on it. He would jump high into the air, bringing the wall with him, as the Dragon would zoom about, proceeding to slash up all the bodies.
Landing on the bus, at the angle though, he suddenly pointed at the Dragon---
And suddenly, half of the Marionettes all began to beeline for him, through the air, their hands splitting apart to make shape for bone-swords from their thighs and wrists.---
The scientist grunted, as his cigarette continued to burn out...
Areon Fury + 0/5 Dragonlings - Fighting To The Death, Powered Up, Leader Is Fighting By Himself, High Morale, Soldiers Puppeted
0/4 Dragonlings w/ Motorcycles - ANNIHLATED, Being Puppeted
Miyamoto Honda + 26/39 Marionettes - Puppet Master
Miyamoto Honda's Statistics:
Marionette Statistics (26/39):
0/4 Dragonlings w/ Motorcycles - ANNIHLATED, Being Puppeted
Miyamoto Honda + 26/39 Marionettes - Puppet Master
Miyamoto Honda's Statistics:
- Strength: 30
- Dexterity: 40
- Constitution: 25 - 10 = 15 (Multiple Qi Usage Drain)
- Intelligence: 80
- Wisdom: 30
- Charisma: 60 - 30 = Qi Output - Prepping To Upgrade Marionettes
Marionette Statistics (26/39):
- Strength: 20
- Dexterity: 20
- Constitution: 20/X (Must Be Physically Broken)
- Intelligence: X
- Wisdom: X (Dependent On Miyamoto)
- Charisma: X
Areon's face lit with surprise as he watched the rapid advance of half the puppets launch at him, trying to move his right arm caused him to flinch, so he darted directly for the ground. A dive as he would redirect his momentum slamming his left palm on the ground as he would let his Qi go rolling to obsorb the impact and move towards the scientist, and hopefully dodging some of these puppets. Toushing his right shoulder with his left hand he would swing his arm around in a wide arc as he spun to release a small vortex in a dome like whirlwind around him as he would stumble out of his own spin and back into flight towards the scientist. Lowering his left arm to grab a baton that mite be laying on the ground.
Fighting these puppets with the bone weapons physically would be dumb.
The puppets would zoom over the man, as the Scientist grunted, irritated, seemingly annoyed as opposed to worried as his default "worry" emotion. A number of the marionettes he sent were redirected---only to be crushed by the dome as they flew into it, their bones disintegrating in the blast of wind as their marrow would splatter on the ground about the Dragon. The others would be saved by a flick of the scientist's finger.
Because of the "disarming," many of the weapons that the Enforcers had been holding onto had indeed fallen onto the ground. There would be multiple batons to be grabbed onto. Sending the two that he had saved towards the Areon, the two still-attacking marionettes would attempt to pierce into the man's back...
...The scientist's strength would not be enough, it seemed... A dragon really was beyond him. Still, a death of a dragon would be...
The man tightened the wall 'til the thirteen guarding marionettes formed a clump around him, in a circular meat and bone shield.
Areon Fury + 0/5 Dragonlings - Fighting To The Death, Powered Up, Leader Is Fighting By Himself, High Morale, Soldiers Puppeted
Miyamoto Honda + 15/39 Marionettes - Puppet Master
Miyamoto Honda's Statistics:
Strength: 30
Dexterity: 40
Constitution: 25 - 10 = 15 (Multiple Qi Usage Drain)
Intelligence: 80
Wisdom: 30
Charisma: 60 - 30 = Qi Output - Marionettes Upgraded
Marionette Statistics (15/39):
Strength: 25
Dexterity: 25
Constitution: 25/X (Must Be Physically Broken)
Intelligence: X
Wisdom: X (Dependent On Miyamoto)
Charisma: X
Miyamoto Honda + 15/39 Marionettes - Puppet Master
Miyamoto Honda's Statistics:
Strength: 30
Dexterity: 40
Constitution: 25 - 10 = 15 (Multiple Qi Usage Drain)
Intelligence: 80
Wisdom: 30
Charisma: 60 - 30 = Qi Output - Marionettes Upgraded
Marionette Statistics (15/39):
Strength: 25
Dexterity: 25
Constitution: 25/X (Must Be Physically Broken)
Intelligence: X
Wisdom: X (Dependent On Miyamoto)
Charisma: X
Areon remained the course, knowing turning around would expose his back to the scinetist, so he stayed straight spinning his right arm again, through the pain building a vortex, he would turn sideways now though, looking to see if he could spot the two attacking from behind. One baton, two marianettes...
Areon Fury Statistics:
- Strength: 40
- Dexterity: 40
- Constitution: 36
- Intelligence: 34
- Wisdom: 55
- Charisma: 38
The puppets, relying on the speed and the dexterity of their master would be caught in the vortex, only to be crushed into bits, dirtying the ground around the Dragon. From behind his shield, the Scientist would sigh.
"At this rate, I will die. You're not the level of Leon Sudeki, but you are indeed a Dragon. I really don't want to retreat if I can help it..."
"Won't you die for me, Dragon? 'Areon Fury, Wind Dragon, Crow?"
...Meanwhile... behind his shield, the man would start glowing... his finger tips shining gold through the literal meat shield.
Areon Fury + 0/5 Dragonlings - Fighting To The Death, Powered Up, Leader Is Fighting By Himself, High Morale, Soldiers Puppeted
Miyamoto Honda + 13/39 Marionettes - Puppet Master
Miyamoto Honda's Statistics:
Marionette Statistics (13/39):
Miyamoto Honda + 13/39 Marionettes - Puppet Master
Miyamoto Honda's Statistics:
- Strength: 30
- Dexterity: 40
- Constitution: 25 - 10 = 15 (Multiple Qi Usage Drain)
- Intelligence: 80
- Wisdom: 30
- Charisma: 60 - 30 = Qi Output - Marionettes Upgraded, Qi Prepped For Final Assault
Marionette Statistics (13/39):
- Strength: 25
- Dexterity: 25
- Constitution: 25/X (Must Be Physically Broken)
- Intelligence: X
- Wisdom: X (Dependent On Miyamoto)
- Charisma: X
"For you? No. For those that diserve it, yes!"
Areon would blast towards the group now, aiming to jam the baton into the head of a puppet to break a hole into the wall, as his left now free hand would form a claw reaching to dig into and grip the esophogas of the scientist and attempt to rip it out.
"---Mmm...---"
---The moment that the Dragon plunged the baton into puppet, all the bodies would collapse towards and more than likely onto the Dragon himself, as the Scientist released his control on all of them. His fingers had all shot out, and lines of Qi string would all race to the claw that was reaching for the Scientist's neck. The man sweated, as he burned up the remains of his Charismatic powers.
But this was no ordinary "attack."
This would be an assault on the Dragon's very mind.
The scientist had absorbed many Qis, experimented on himself many times, but could never use one without dire consequences to his person. As it stood right now, all he could attempt to do was to evaporate the life force of the creature before him. And if not, the strings would attempt to tear and cleave apart the flesh like many long lines of curved swords.
"....Rrnnn... I'd really rather not die..."
...As if it were casual.
Miyamoto INT (80) Vs. Areon WIS (55)
(Rolled, Moderate Stoppage, Moderate Direct Damage To Areon's Qi)
Miyamoto Honda's Statistics:
(Rolled, Moderate Stoppage, Moderate Direct Damage To Areon's Qi)
Miyamoto Honda's Statistics:
[/li][li]Dexterity: 40
[/li][li]Constitution: 25 - 20 = 5 (Multiple Qi Usage Drain)
[/li][li]Intelligence: 80
[/li][li]Wisdom: 30
[/li][li]Charisma: 60 - 60 = Qi Output - Qi Assault - Puppet Master's Strings[/list][/b][/quote]
Areon felt the burn the weakness. It was intense and unusual. He would shoot his damaged right arm out into the chest of a marionette defender while it was falling, to rip out a rib, and throw it like a dagger at the mans chest area to stop whatever his Qi tendrils where doing.
*Rolled: The rib would be thrown like a dagger and strike into the man's stomach. However, all that would come from the man's mouth would be a single cough-up of blood, as the Scientist proceeded to internally bleed...
*Rolled: However, this would not be enough to disrupt the string of Qis, as they would bore into the man's arm... and then slowly begin to spread across the man's body, as more and more strings would be attached. It would not just mentally harm the Dragon... but mentally wound him as well.
(INT vs. WIS)
*Rolled: However, this would not be enough to disrupt the string of Qis, as they would bore into the man's arm... and then slowly begin to spread across the man's body, as more and more strings would be attached. It would not just mentally harm the Dragon... but mentally wound him as well.
(INT vs. WIS)
"...Without all those sacrifices, I would not have gotten this far. And even then..."
His composure was to be... noted, as the blood from his stomach and his mouth continued to flow...
Miyamoto Honda's Statistics:
- Strength: 30
- Dexterity: 40
- Constitution: 25 - 20 = 5 - 3 = 2 (Dying)
- Intelligence: 80
- Wisdom: 30
- Charisma: 60 - 60 = Qi Output - Qi Assault - Puppet Master's Strings
Areon was losing focus on the things playing out in front of him, it was like someone was putting a caddle prod to the inside of his head and the back of his eyes. Dropping to a knee even due to the different kind of pain that he'd never felt before.
So as a last ditch move, he'd try to focus a small vortex into the index finger of his right hand, sharpening it to a point, before he'd pick it up and aim it like a gun.
"... Bang..."
He'd attempt to fire it the small bullet like vortex of wind from his finger.
---Suddenly, the man would feel as his heart was pierced. The strings broke away as the Scientist fell, without a word. His eyes were open... surprised... irritated at the fact that he'd died so easily.
The rumors were true. His failure from before was not taken well, it would seem... He was a sacrifice, to, at best weaken the Dragons. It was not as though his level of competance was lacking, but merely that he was not as well equipped. Could he save himself? No---he'd burned away the last of his Charisma to construct threads of Qi to sew closed his heart. His head would lean backwards, as he reached for something at his belt...---he clicked it.
Nothing happened.
Nothing "seemed" to happen.
"...Dammit."
...
And with that, Miyamoto Honda would die.
...As the poison canister at his side would be released. It wouldn't be enough to kill the Dragon immediatly... but...
Areon's other leg would fall to the ground on both his knee's now, just sitting amongst the death and destruction of it all. He wasn't sure if he was weak from exhaustion, weak from the last attack, or just about to crash, but it just didn't feel right.
Heading back to the Crows Nest he'd walk inside, coughing a bit. Blood appearing on his hand which he had used to cover his mouth... He knew the signs, the symptoms, his eye sight was beginning to go.
"Bring me Tai and Dora."
...The Crows would greet him---only to be startled by his appearance. The Dragonling would immediatly go to his leader, the goggles in hand as... Dora and Tai would appear.
Tai: "...WHAT THE FUCK, CROWS."
---Dora would rush forward to grab the man by his waist, pulling him towards her, so that he could relax a little---while she whipped her head around to the other Crows.
Dora: "Chair. Now."
As they would bring it forward the most comfortable chair they could find, Tai would bring a stool in front of him, as the other Militia Members were alerted, to bring forth any and all medical supplies.
Tai: "...What... the fuck... Areon...?"
There was slight trembling in the man's voice.
He knew he looked like shit, as he sat in the chair he'd grab the arm of Dora shaking his head slightly.
"Medicinc wont help this."
He coughed a bit, it went in through his lungs, he could tell as it began to burn to breath.
"Did you find Kiyoshi?"
Dora: "...He has been left with a few guards at the original site to recover from his wounds a bit more, though it should be safe to move him now... Green has gone to fetch him."
Tai: "Oh GOD FUCKING DAMMMIT, WHADDYA MEAN MEDICINE WON'T HELP!?"
Roger came in at this point, giving the man a look up and down as he crouched in front of the Dragon...
Roger: "...Poison..."
Tai: "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK...."
Areon listened to each in turn, a smile, oddly warm across his face. Relaxed even in the midst of the pain.
"This happens in war..." Areon would cough a bit more, alittle harder now.
"Tell Kiyoshi I'm sorry. I was a little off on my calculations."
Areon would move to remove the Wing dragons Jacket from his body and he'd hold it out. His sight completely gone now.
"Give it to Kiyoshi. We finished them off..." More coughing, to the point he was short of breath. "We shouldn't be bothered for some time. Now would be the best time to move him." His breathing was becoming shallow.
Tai: "...NOO."
---Suddenly, the man would rush forward, onto his knees, to hug the man at his waist. He would look around, chasticingly at the remaining crows.
Tai: "ONE OF YOUR ZEROS IS DISAPPEARING! IS THIS REALLY HOW YOU WANT HIM TO FUCKING DIE!? FUCKING TOUCH HIM! TOUCH AND HUG THIS FUCKING DRAGON!"
The other Militia members would be silent, watching this man die... as Dora would go to Areon's back and hug at his shoulders, massaging him. One by one... the uninjured Crows and the other Militia would go to Areon, squeezing as tightly as they could. To touch a finger. To grab a shoulder. To squeeze a thigh. One of the female crows would even go so far as to kiss the dying man on his lips lightly.
Roger, was one of the few that would leave the room temporarily to make a call. A final call for this dying man.
Dora: "...We... saw the fight. It was recorded. And we did nothing, but foolhardedly trusted in your---"
Tai: "THIS MAN FUCKING SUCCEDED. HE FOUGHT OFF ROUGHLY SIX TIMES HIS OWN NUMBER, EVEN GOING THROUGH THE BRUTALITY OF DESTROYING HIS OWN MEN'S CORPSES. WE OWE THIS MAN."
...A crow from upstairs would come downstairs with the video camera... still recording. Tears were flooding his eyes as he would proceed to record the man. The parting gifts would be taken... but pressed back onto the man, in the fists of the receivers.
Areon would look up to the ceiling not being able to see anything at this point, feeling the thanks from those around him. "I wouldn't of wanted any of you put in the danger I put you in when recapturing the Nest."
He spoke silently, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them once more, just once more.
"The stars... These are good stars. They mean good luck..."
A single cough broke his sentence.
"For a Crow."
And Areon would fall silent, the smile on his face, even the seeming glint in his eye, the passion stuck on his face.
...And with that, the room would fall silent. The weeping would be there. The phone finally rang. Dora's massaging would stop, as everyone instantly backed away from Areon. The look of peace... the surrealness in the way he died...
...
It would be said that not a Crow nor a Militia would have the courage to move the body for hours to a man who looked like he finally found peace in this God-forsaken world.
This day, a Dragon died. The Wind Dragon. The Crow. But not alone.
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Moderator Notes:
-You May Pay A Visit to the Profile of Areon Fury Here.
-The Only Surviving Dragonling of Areon Fury, As A Messenger, Will Leave the Goggles (Scouter) For "Unfettered" With Tai.
- Scouter: Areon's Goggles can read the over all statistical rating of a person, their Qi, and the effects of their items.
-The Only Surviving Dragonling of Areon Fury, As A Messenger, Will Leave the Wind Dragon Coat For Kiyoshi Akechi With the Crows.
- Wind Dragon Coat: +6 Str, +6 Dex
-This Dragonling Will Navigate Through Barker Territory (Or Via Boat) to Relay to the Dragons of the Cause of Death to Areon Fury, the Circumstances, Etc.
-Along With the Message Includes a Personal Note From Tai:
- Tai: "I, Tai, temporary stand-in for "Unfettered" of the Militia sub-group of Crows, wish to relay my deepest sympathies for the death of Areon Fury. This man has our deepest gratitude and his body will be preserved to the best of our ability until you are able to repossess it, under which time a proper burial may be granted for a man who deserves it. I cannot express how personally thankful I am for knowing Areon Fury, however short a time it may have been. He was a true warrior of 259.---The message is slightly smudged with what appears to be tear drops, as though the writer had to use all self-restraint from becoming any less formal.
-Tai Has Been Heavily Influenced By Areon Fury's Tactics and Will Utilize His Memory of Areon as a Personal Figure of Inspiration From Here On.
-After the Dragonling Delivers His Message, He Will Be Turned Back/Dispersed... And Join Up With the Rest of "Unfettered's" Troop. The Two Other Dragonlings of Areon Fury in Dragon Territory Will Be Dispersed/Turned Away As Per Usual. +1 NPC Capacity for "Unfettered."
Personal Moderator Note:
Thank you, Leon. It was a pleasure RPing with Areon, while it lasted.
