Getting Your Hands Dirty (Event)

[Thorn Wyatt]

With Stigma's warning, the forces of Gaia have taken it upon themselves to prepare for the subterranean menace heading their way. Defenses from the main city have been stepped up, while standing forces at outlying villages are under tighter patrol schedules.

When the ground erupted below the first outer village, calls for reinforcements went out immediately.

As Cabal's forces arrive, they can see the battle waging on already, as forces from Dirt have surrounded the village, and are trying to press in to the village, while the sheer number of identical men are keeping them at bay.

[Stigma Wyatt]

Stigma shows up, naturally, to see how she can assist her home from getting invaded by clones!

[Thorn Wyatt]

Stigma is, of course, joined by Thorn.

While it is impossible for Dirt's forces to push in as a whole, it wouldn't be too difficult for a smaller party to push through the lines to enter the village itself.

Thorn looks to Stigma.

"What should we focus on?"

[Donovan]

Here's a Donovan!

"Oh! It's you two again. Oh... and those guys again. Jesus how many brothers do they have..."

[Player 1]

Player One... is lost! And has no idea what's going on!

Good news, there's a lot of people over here! Bad news, they are fighting.

Player One opts to scuttle about and try to see who all is doing what, so they can slip on into the village! Real tiny person in a bright yellow raincoat stealth hours!

[Preston Salabim]

Preston is there silently gauging the fight, trying to determine if there seemed to be a leader among the clones, and how independently they all seemed to be behaving. If they appeared to be individuals or some kind of hive mind.

"I assume the priority is disruption and securing the survivors?"

Assuming there were any left.

[Stigma Wyatt]

"It seems...many..." Stigma would answer Donovan, her frown unseen under her mask.

She glances at Thorn then Preston, blushing a bit at being in a sort of leadership position right now. She pulls down on the visor of her cap a bit.

"Our party should be able to push past, I think...we'll be able to assess the situation better once within. If there are those who need saving, perhaps half of us can assist, and the other half can try and clear a path for them."

[Allison Kazim]

Ali is also present! She looks over the ruckus below and nods at the advice.

"Sounds like a plan, then."

[Thorn Wyatt]

Thorn nods in agreement.

The more intense fighting appears to be along the main dirt roads leading into the village. However, there are a few outlying buildings that are fragile enough to push through, as well as alleyways between the wooden buildings.

Despite the sounds of battle, there is a loud humming noise that can be easily heard coming from towards the middle of the village.

The clones themselves don’t seem to have any hierarchy, yet despite this, they appear to know almost instantaneously where they are needed in order to defend against Dirt’s pushes into the village.

[Donovan]

"Well, you don't have to tell me twice! Let's goooooo!"

He yelled charging into the fray punching the first enemy combatant that got in his way!

[Player 1]

Player One, on the other hand, is going... stealth route.

They take their shovel, going after one of those weaker outlying buildings, looking to push through some walls by taking out some boards.

Taking out walls, for stealth!

[Stigma Wyatt]

Stigma watches Donovan go, confused as to why he wasn't sticking to the plan.

Perhaps he wanted to draw attention further away from them?

Regardless, Stigma would follow after P1 since they were going the right way, noting the humming noise. It was likely whatever was drilling underground, if she had to take a guess. If not, she'd keep note as to where the noise seems to be getting louder as they entered the village.

[Triton Augustus]

Heeding a request for aid, Triton arrived on the battlefield. The enemy, it seemed, was a great force of many brothers, all with like bodies and faces. It was certainly strange, and truly the islander knew not if there might be magic at play.

It mattered not! They were the enemy, and with mighty men and women by his side, Triton would see to it that they should wave a flag of white.

He beheld a man, one he recalled from a class on crystals, make haste toward the many foes and deliver a strike! What wise plan! Triton would do the same!

The scaled warrior charged past a small party of allies and right behind the other brave man to deliver a blow to the next nearest adversary!

[Qi uses remaining: 11/12

Iron Scales: Triton can harden the scales that cover his body, allowing him to take more punches and deal them back harder, giving him +100% Eng to Atk and Def]

[Preston Salabim]

Preston would have said something, if the two didn't just run off to be killed. With a frown and a sigh he pinched the bridge of his nose. Chasing after them to be overwhelmed wouldn't help anyone, and shouting at them would just give away their position. He had no choice but to hope they could serve as a distraction and hold out long enough for them to support them from inside.

He would follow the stealth team.

"From what I can tell they are linked somehow. I suspect they will know instantly where and when we incapacitate the first one. So when we strike we must make it count."

[Allison Kazim]

Alll that can be heard from Ali was an intense, quiet sigh as Donovan ran headlong into the field, managing to have someone join him headlong into the fray. Boy was going to get himself killed one day without the luck of having the hell of a healer.

Turning her attention back to the others, she nodded and followed team stealth.

“We might be able to create obstacles with some of the buildings if we need to.”