Post by Aulos on May 4, 2021 10:37:35 GMT -5
Aulos PL: 5,000 (Base)
The Northern Scar.
Eight miles from the border.
"So we're going to take our time with you Elder Aulos. When we're done, I'll drag your corpse to the gates of Moo-"
Aulos wasn't listening, taunts and threats sat in the domain of the young. The albino's monologue faded into the background as the elder began to channel his ki. He would only have one shot at this, and there's no guarantee that anyone would be close enough to even see this. Aulos pivoted and raised his remaining arm, outstretching his fingers towards the sky. The winged mazoku immediately launched at the old namekian, a second too slow. With a roar, Aulos unleashed a lance of white ki into the air- where it exploded with a thunderous crash- showering the surroundings with the light of a second sun. He only had a split-second to appreciate his victory before they were upon him, forcing the elder namekian into a brutal four on one melee.
Help is coming- Aulos was sure of it. All he needed to do was hold on.
Eight miles from the border.
There's too many of them.
Aulos's blood seeped into his sleeve as he deflected a clawed fist with a forearm. The force of the impact echoed across the dusty landscape, and sent a ripple of pain up the elder's arm. 'Ignore it. Push through, before he can recover.' Aulos's counter came quickly, automatically, a rising knee against his attacker's snarling snout. The maneuver had a century of practice behind it, and Aulos knew it would connect a half second before contact was made. The sound was familiar; a sickening crunch of bone on cartilage, the faint mews of a dying mazoku. 'Three down-' Something heavy swung down at him along the corner of his eye. He dipped his head, and loosened his form- bracing himself for the punch. An ugly green fist smashed into Aulos's jaw, something popped as he turned his head with the impact. He leaped and twisted, using the momentum from the strike to gain some distance. They didn't follow through, instead allowing Aulos to land and pivot towards his remaining attackers.
They're just toying with me-
Four smiling mazoku had the elder surrounded, each one just as varied as the next. One had exceptionally pale skin, stark white and clammy but otherwise 'normal' as far as namekians go. The other three were closer to monsters, towering mutants possessing wings and fangs. They stood on top of a flat, dusty, plateau- somewhere in the Northern Scar. Bodies littered the battlefield, a trio of winged mazoku and a single warrior namekian. 'Lyre' Aulos's escort was young, and he fought well- but it was seven on two. Three of the mutants got a hold of Lyre and.. The elder shook the memory away, instead refocusing on the albino mazoku. What are they waiting for? The albino just grinned, hate flashing behind his steel gaze.
"You can't win Aulos-"
The albino's minions creeped closer, out of his field of view. Aulos was forced to backpedal, holding a combat stance as the mazoku advanced. The plateau's edge was somewhere behind the elder, but he didn't dare spare a glance to his rear. "Your escort is dead-" The albino made it a point to step over Lyre's body, using the dead warrior's tunic to clean his boots. "You're outnumbered, and the chaos at the capital guarantees that no-one will be stumbling into this little party." A deep, throaty, sound rose from each of the minions- they were laughing, as if they already won. Aulos weighed his options, if he continued to fight he'd take down one- maybe two before he fell. The elder wiggled his jaw, and shot a glance at his bleeding arm. Running isn't an option, not with these wounds- the mazoku would find him a slow and easy target once airborne. The albino was half-right, it is unlikely for help to just 'stumble' into this quiet corner of the Scar- but what if Aulos offered a helping hand?
Aulos's blood seeped into his sleeve as he deflected a clawed fist with a forearm. The force of the impact echoed across the dusty landscape, and sent a ripple of pain up the elder's arm. 'Ignore it. Push through, before he can recover.' Aulos's counter came quickly, automatically, a rising knee against his attacker's snarling snout. The maneuver had a century of practice behind it, and Aulos knew it would connect a half second before contact was made. The sound was familiar; a sickening crunch of bone on cartilage, the faint mews of a dying mazoku. 'Three down-' Something heavy swung down at him along the corner of his eye. He dipped his head, and loosened his form- bracing himself for the punch. An ugly green fist smashed into Aulos's jaw, something popped as he turned his head with the impact. He leaped and twisted, using the momentum from the strike to gain some distance. They didn't follow through, instead allowing Aulos to land and pivot towards his remaining attackers.
They're just toying with me-
Four smiling mazoku had the elder surrounded, each one just as varied as the next. One had exceptionally pale skin, stark white and clammy but otherwise 'normal' as far as namekians go. The other three were closer to monsters, towering mutants possessing wings and fangs. They stood on top of a flat, dusty, plateau- somewhere in the Northern Scar. Bodies littered the battlefield, a trio of winged mazoku and a single warrior namekian. 'Lyre' Aulos's escort was young, and he fought well- but it was seven on two. Three of the mutants got a hold of Lyre and.. The elder shook the memory away, instead refocusing on the albino mazoku. What are they waiting for? The albino just grinned, hate flashing behind his steel gaze.
"You can't win Aulos-"
The albino's minions creeped closer, out of his field of view. Aulos was forced to backpedal, holding a combat stance as the mazoku advanced. The plateau's edge was somewhere behind the elder, but he didn't dare spare a glance to his rear. "Your escort is dead-" The albino made it a point to step over Lyre's body, using the dead warrior's tunic to clean his boots. "You're outnumbered, and the chaos at the capital guarantees that no-one will be stumbling into this little party." A deep, throaty, sound rose from each of the minions- they were laughing, as if they already won. Aulos weighed his options, if he continued to fight he'd take down one- maybe two before he fell. The elder wiggled his jaw, and shot a glance at his bleeding arm. Running isn't an option, not with these wounds- the mazoku would find him a slow and easy target once airborne. The albino was half-right, it is unlikely for help to just 'stumble' into this quiet corner of the Scar- but what if Aulos offered a helping hand?
"So we're going to take our time with you Elder Aulos. When we're done, I'll drag your corpse to the gates of Moo-"
Aulos wasn't listening, taunts and threats sat in the domain of the young. The albino's monologue faded into the background as the elder began to channel his ki. He would only have one shot at this, and there's no guarantee that anyone would be close enough to even see this. Aulos pivoted and raised his remaining arm, outstretching his fingers towards the sky. The winged mazoku immediately launched at the old namekian, a second too slow. With a roar, Aulos unleashed a lance of white ki into the air- where it exploded with a thunderous crash- showering the surroundings with the light of a second sun. He only had a split-second to appreciate his victory before they were upon him, forcing the elder namekian into a brutal four on one melee.
Help is coming- Aulos was sure of it. All he needed to do was hold on.
674 WC