Snippet #1531575

Rain. Of course it was rain. For every battle they had in the sun, two must be fought in the rain. Oh, and not ordinary rain neither, but cold rain. Lily lifted up a slender leg, the live-leather boot squishing in the mud. The elf herself leaned against a tree, her bow strung and an arrow at the ready. Her nose twitched. She was... Annoyed to say the least. The automaton dragon, the Liliana MK II, she had called her own had been retired for this mission, as it would have been useless in the fog and rain and no doubt bring attention to her. This mission required a little bit more finesse. Something the Elven Huntress could more than give.

Indeed, they were hunting, and as such, the Bloodleaf in the spirited elf was coming out. Her face was drawn, her eyes sharp, and her humor was all but gone. .. Almost gone as she turned around and winked at the Mialee twins, allowing them to sort out among themselves who the wink was for. She turned her attention to the current commanding officer, Sid, as she conversed with Wrath. She looked around, and took one last inventory of her squad. Mostly light fighters, archers, and mages. Faera stuck out as the most promiment. Not every day you get to fight side-by-side a blind dark elf magician... Well, for her it was, considering one was in the same legion as she was, but still. It's just not normal. Normal for her but- dammit!

"Start moving, I want a semi-circle around the camp, at least thirty meters inbetween each legionnaire. If any of the enemy units get within twenty meters, start kiting them until you meet up with the legionnaire to your right. When you here the first shouts of alarm, start firing."

The elf nodded, the rain water piling on the top of her hood spilling down. Then with two wet squelches, she ripped her boots from the mud and began to take her place thirty meters away. Apart from the initial sound of mud grasping at her boots, the elf moved with silence, almost as if she was gliding along the top of the soil. A hunter's trait no doubt. Light on one's feet, quick on one's toes, and fast to kill one's prey. Soon, she came to a halt beside another tree, just within sight of Sid and... Faera? The elf had managed to climb a tree it seemed... Bloody good idea. Lily grinned as she nocked an arrow in her bow and then began to pull more of the swan feathered shafts out of her quiver and jamming them into the soft earth. For quick access of course. Each of those arrows was going to meet a child or enemy tonight. Waiting on the signal, Lily drew her bow back and waited.

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Why was Wrath pairing the berserker and the Orc up? Was was he asking them to be their eyes for anything more than ten meters out? Caine didn't know about the Orc, but he had a tendency devolve in a red haze and see only the blood of his enemies. Pah! If he saw anything within ten meters, then chances were it was going to get cut down by them... And then the human realized. He couldn't see anything ten meters out. Dammit, he had forgotten, those races could see in the dark... In reality, he remembered so far that humans and halflings were the only ones who couldn't see in the dark. Well damn, poor Sid. Caine ventured a glance to the orc and gave one of his signature wicked smile. "Partner," He said, a hint of mirth in his voice. Either way, things were going to die tonight.

They were going to cut the camp in twain. To hell with retreating, they've been on the offensive ever since they became the Blackguard. Caine didn't want that kind of momentum to give anytime soon. Then Wrath sat down a number of vials of poison. Bleh, poison. It wasn't a true warrior's tradition to fool with poison, but none-the-less he complied with his captain and sat about coating his white saber and black katana with the vile liquid. As he coated, he listened to his Captain give orders. Only cut and run, simply enough. Although, how could he help it if his blades cut too deep? He smiled on the thought. They had invaded his home long ago, now he was returning the favor.

He stood and took his place beside his new partner and guide, Ferka. He had positioned his swords in his hands so that they held blade down. That way, as they ran, all he had to do was stick out the blade and 'nick' down went a child. Simple. Caine awaited the Captain's orders with eager anticipation

"Go."

And it was on. Their Captain was the first one into a dead run, followed closely by Sarish. While Talae took the right and Neira took the left, He came up the middle, right down their throats. Just as Caine wanted. He smashed into the first tent, quickly slicing those who saw him, then he moved forward to the next time. He was more methodical and a little slower than the others, but he made up for it by thoroughness. The next tent. Another child. The surprised child managed to block the first strike from above, but seemed to have not seen the saber that nicked his leg. In three, the child was down.

From then on he picked up the pace, hoping that whatever he managed to leave behind, Ferka would more than finish things up for him. He was nearing the middle, and managed to catch a snag. No doubt their raid was just beginning to draw a little attention. He was face to face with another elf... Which greeted him by trying to pepper him with a fire ball. Caine dodged to the muddy ground just in time. The heat from the ball managed to dry the mud on him instantly. Dammit, this was taking too long! Caine dropped a sword, and left it in the mud while he withdrew his aged dagger at his belt and chucked it at the child, nailing the damned creature in the center mass.

It didn't kill it of course, just managed to buy Caine enough time to scramble out of the mud and impale the child with his other sword, the saber. He then retrieved his katana, and set about his dark work once more.

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Lily had counted to thirty, and just in time too. Fireballs was being thrown, and the thump of Sid's mechanical crossbow signalled, to her anyway, the beginning of their assault. Due to the weather conditions, She opted for the easy targets. The ones who decided to throw fireballs. Fireballs that are easily seen by an elven eye, not to mention a huntress's. She felt the taut bowstring between her slender fingers, her target in the distance, the origins of a bright red ball. She let go, feeling the bowstring sling forward. She heard the whisper of the arrow leaving her bow. She watched it fly a couple of feet in front of her and towards her target.

Things then quickened. She reached down and plucked another arrow from the muck, nocked it, and let it sing towards the next contestant. From then one, the was pelting any child who got the smart idea to light up a fireball.