"Thanks," Luca gave Crista a faint smile as she handed him the salve, tentatively pulling off his shirt in order to apply the sealing ointment.
Across the room, Inarin stayed focused on helping Madison however he could with seeing to Izaic's injuries. It seemed that the older proselyte had not suffered too brutal a wound, but a number of his ribs were cracked and a furious bruise had formed just above his solar plexus, where the blade had struck and been halted by the mithral. Although he was no doubt in extreme pain, the injuries weren't life threatening, and there wasn't much that could be done for them out in the field.
A short distance away from the fighting, 'Noah' emerged from behind the remnants of one of the stands, trailing the pale and shrivelled looking corpse of a middle-aged man by one arm. The doppelganger's injuries had healed, and his mouth was wet with sanguine from where he'd drained his victim's life essence to kickstart his regeneration. Letting the man fall limply into the dirt, Jamie was still taking in the ongoing battle when one of the spawn scrambled over to him. "To master!" she hissed. "To master now!"
"kay," the young vampire responded, rolling his shoulders experimentally. Yeah, he was back in condition to fight.
Tearing the tattered remnants of his white cloak off, Jamie broke into a run towards where Nox was engaged, crossing the distance swiftly to close in on the combatants.
Aurelion gave a frustrated growl as his weapon was deflected, pulling back for another strike only to see Leandre being shoved towards him by the force of the dread knight's strike. He lowered his blade, using his free hand to catch and steady the elder paladin, and so was kept at bay until Duval had time to ignite her hellish smokescreen. Swearing, Aurelion pushed forwards through the smoke, only in time to see Savien thrown halfway across the grounds by the impact of a blazing spawn. "Savien!" he cried out, eyes widening at the speed at which both paladin and monster tumbled over the dirt.
His eyes went back one more time to the retreating Duval, cursing at the distance she had already put between them. "Leandre!" he called, looking back at the elder paladin. "Help sir Durandet. I'll pursue Duval. We can't let her loose on the park."
And with that, he started in a sprint after the vampire, moving towards where Nox tangled with more of his fellow knights.
As Nox's aura washed over them, Peregrine and Estelle were rooted to the spot, the former driven back a step by its sheer intensity. Perrin felt his gut lurch, a jarring blend of fear and unnatural rage churning together within him and shaking his spirit to the core. The young paladin staggered, his guns lowering as his strength wavered and his willpower warred against his instincts.
At his side, the more experienced monastic Master held firm, though her face was twisted in a grimace of gritted teeth. With a snarl, Estelle lunged forwards and made a two handed swing with her blade for the monster's leg, aiming to sever it at the knee - or if not sever it, cause it enough harm to force him to drop.
When the monster's aura washed over Noah, it struck against the animancer's own - a tide of blackness breaking against a speck of light in the dark storm that was the battlefield to his awakened eyes. As though in reaction to the unholy pressure, he felt Deliverance's warmth feed into his own, reinforcing his aura with a strength that was not wholly his. The world seemed to slow down at the monster's roar, as a hand came to rest on his shoulder. Aurore's presence felt more solid now than it ever had before.
You carry my blade now, Noah. The blade in which I invested everything of myself, and swore to carry to my grave.
No longer do we fight side by side, my friend. Today we fight as one.
A burst of animantic power drove Noah forwards, the inner fire burning in his soul fuelling his body to push it beyond its injuries, beyond its human limitations. To those around him, it would appear that some of the light of Deliverance had spilled to wreathe the animancer in his own soft glow - but in truth, his anima was so focused that it had begun to shimmer through even into the vision of those without the gift of soulsight. Like a blur he wove around the Caer, and Deliverance arced, its radiant aura leaving an afterimage of brilliance in the air as he sought to intercept the monster's claw and sever it before it could strike.
Across the room, Inarin stayed focused on helping Madison however he could with seeing to Izaic's injuries. It seemed that the older proselyte had not suffered too brutal a wound, but a number of his ribs were cracked and a furious bruise had formed just above his solar plexus, where the blade had struck and been halted by the mithral. Although he was no doubt in extreme pain, the injuries weren't life threatening, and there wasn't much that could be done for them out in the field.
A short distance away from the fighting, 'Noah' emerged from behind the remnants of one of the stands, trailing the pale and shrivelled looking corpse of a middle-aged man by one arm. The doppelganger's injuries had healed, and his mouth was wet with sanguine from where he'd drained his victim's life essence to kickstart his regeneration. Letting the man fall limply into the dirt, Jamie was still taking in the ongoing battle when one of the spawn scrambled over to him. "To master!" she hissed. "To master now!"
"kay," the young vampire responded, rolling his shoulders experimentally. Yeah, he was back in condition to fight.
Tearing the tattered remnants of his white cloak off, Jamie broke into a run towards where Nox was engaged, crossing the distance swiftly to close in on the combatants.
Aurelion gave a frustrated growl as his weapon was deflected, pulling back for another strike only to see Leandre being shoved towards him by the force of the dread knight's strike. He lowered his blade, using his free hand to catch and steady the elder paladin, and so was kept at bay until Duval had time to ignite her hellish smokescreen. Swearing, Aurelion pushed forwards through the smoke, only in time to see Savien thrown halfway across the grounds by the impact of a blazing spawn. "Savien!" he cried out, eyes widening at the speed at which both paladin and monster tumbled over the dirt.
His eyes went back one more time to the retreating Duval, cursing at the distance she had already put between them. "Leandre!" he called, looking back at the elder paladin. "Help sir Durandet. I'll pursue Duval. We can't let her loose on the park."
And with that, he started in a sprint after the vampire, moving towards where Nox tangled with more of his fellow knights.
As Nox's aura washed over them, Peregrine and Estelle were rooted to the spot, the former driven back a step by its sheer intensity. Perrin felt his gut lurch, a jarring blend of fear and unnatural rage churning together within him and shaking his spirit to the core. The young paladin staggered, his guns lowering as his strength wavered and his willpower warred against his instincts.
At his side, the more experienced monastic Master held firm, though her face was twisted in a grimace of gritted teeth. With a snarl, Estelle lunged forwards and made a two handed swing with her blade for the monster's leg, aiming to sever it at the knee - or if not sever it, cause it enough harm to force him to drop.
When the monster's aura washed over Noah, it struck against the animancer's own - a tide of blackness breaking against a speck of light in the dark storm that was the battlefield to his awakened eyes. As though in reaction to the unholy pressure, he felt Deliverance's warmth feed into his own, reinforcing his aura with a strength that was not wholly his. The world seemed to slow down at the monster's roar, as a hand came to rest on his shoulder. Aurore's presence felt more solid now than it ever had before.
You carry my blade now, Noah. The blade in which I invested everything of myself, and swore to carry to my grave.
No longer do we fight side by side, my friend. Today we fight as one.
A burst of animantic power drove Noah forwards, the inner fire burning in his soul fuelling his body to push it beyond its injuries, beyond its human limitations. To those around him, it would appear that some of the light of Deliverance had spilled to wreathe the animancer in his own soft glow - but in truth, his anima was so focused that it had begun to shimmer through even into the vision of those without the gift of soulsight. Like a blur he wove around the Caer, and Deliverance arced, its radiant aura leaving an afterimage of brilliance in the air as he sought to intercept the monster's claw and sever it before it could strike.