Re: Talk Only Gets in the Way
Posted: 19 Nov 2017, 19:55
Brow arching, Ephraim tightened his grip against the hilt of his blade, the soft sharkskin binding that made for an intricate grip had been all but crushed into a mold of his fist. He grimaced, most of his expression hidden behind his facial hair. This thing knew Sawyer, and with that he was intensely displeased. It was, no doubt, some sort of recognition that was far from reciprocated. The look that the small paladin gave him, told him that she was clearly not at ease with this creature.
The look in her eye told him that things were about to get personal.
When she lunged for the newcomer, Ephraim made for his own move, twisting through the forest of limbs and striking at the first of the creatures they had encountered. From his vantage point, he was able to use the bodies of his comrades to conceal his advance, and at the last moment, lunged from behind them, using the surprise of his appearance to his advantage. The silver blade flashed in the darkness as it lashed out, the razor-sharp metal whistling through the air as it came down on the vampire.
He didn’t know how the man had done it, but he avoided his initial strike, the tip of his blade finding nothing but his clothing. When he wheeled around, parrying the man’s counter, only to catch the tip of his blade slicing cleanly through the meat of his cheek, he saw through the splash of blood that the second vampire had become two. It was that moment he realized that the thing had more power than he had given it credit for. He had seen the power in use before, but only very rarely, and those creatures had been… problematic.
He grit his teeth and shoved himself at the trio of undead things, his blade lashing out, first for the vampire they had stumbled upon, his blade going for the man’s face, catching his eye in a shallow slash, before he wheeled about and thrust his blade at the creature of living shadow, only to have the thing dance out of the way, even as a muzzle flashed close enough to his face to cause him to squint against the bright light as he twisted away from the whizzing bullet, only to catch it with his thigh, stumbling past the little knot of living corpses, and finding his way to his fellow humans’ sides.
Collectively, they were a fighting force, but he knew too well the limitations of the others’ strength, and knew that, with the surprising strength of the things before them, they were in for a fight for their lives. He tightened his grip on the blade until his knuckles turned white, holding the blade out in front of him as the polished silver dripped black blood, his eyes bore into the trio of vile monsters as his lips moved in a silent prayer. As the muttered words left him, he could feel his connection to the sliver of metal in his grasp become corporeal, the weapon more than a mere shard of material, and more an extension of his arm; a part of his very being.
As Samson broke from the defensive formation and lunged into Lecovio, Ephraim turned his blade in his hand and rushed behind him, throwing his weight into the little line of undead, blade flashing in a lightning quick slash that threatened the trio.
The look in her eye told him that things were about to get personal.
When she lunged for the newcomer, Ephraim made for his own move, twisting through the forest of limbs and striking at the first of the creatures they had encountered. From his vantage point, he was able to use the bodies of his comrades to conceal his advance, and at the last moment, lunged from behind them, using the surprise of his appearance to his advantage. The silver blade flashed in the darkness as it lashed out, the razor-sharp metal whistling through the air as it came down on the vampire.
He didn’t know how the man had done it, but he avoided his initial strike, the tip of his blade finding nothing but his clothing. When he wheeled around, parrying the man’s counter, only to catch the tip of his blade slicing cleanly through the meat of his cheek, he saw through the splash of blood that the second vampire had become two. It was that moment he realized that the thing had more power than he had given it credit for. He had seen the power in use before, but only very rarely, and those creatures had been… problematic.
He grit his teeth and shoved himself at the trio of undead things, his blade lashing out, first for the vampire they had stumbled upon, his blade going for the man’s face, catching his eye in a shallow slash, before he wheeled about and thrust his blade at the creature of living shadow, only to have the thing dance out of the way, even as a muzzle flashed close enough to his face to cause him to squint against the bright light as he twisted away from the whizzing bullet, only to catch it with his thigh, stumbling past the little knot of living corpses, and finding his way to his fellow humans’ sides.
Collectively, they were a fighting force, but he knew too well the limitations of the others’ strength, and knew that, with the surprising strength of the things before them, they were in for a fight for their lives. He tightened his grip on the blade until his knuckles turned white, holding the blade out in front of him as the polished silver dripped black blood, his eyes bore into the trio of vile monsters as his lips moved in a silent prayer. As the muttered words left him, he could feel his connection to the sliver of metal in his grasp become corporeal, the weapon more than a mere shard of material, and more an extension of his arm; a part of his very being.
As Samson broke from the defensive formation and lunged into Lecovio, Ephraim turned his blade in his hand and rushed behind him, throwing his weight into the little line of undead, blade flashing in a lightning quick slash that threatened the trio.