Khargol takes another five-foot step backward, longsword now wielded in both hands and ignoring his shield for the moment. Now that he is in a flanking position with Vlad against the obvious leader, he roars his fury at seeing Angor brought low, channeling that anger into his strike.
Seeing Tomas take a hit Alphonse decides to try to stick by his side and assist the mage against his assailant "Careful Tomas, I will assist you as best i can!"
(bless/moment of greatness)
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Stepping back to enter at flanking position with Khargol, Vladimir concentrates his and Shadow's attacks on the sensei.
(bless, flank)
(bless, flank)
(bless, flank)
Donovan turns slightly and swings his bloodied bastard sword at the attacker now facing him, the blade whipping through the air over Angor's fallen form. He twists with the swing, for a moment giving a glimpse of fighting anger of which Ragathiel would approve in the pursuit of vengeance.
Surprised as a monk's foot whiffs! past her face while she had been aiming at another entirely, Durielle drops her bow and the nocked arrow. Hoping that the light training she had received from Vladimir proved its worth, the oracle draws the Aldori dueling sword she carries and lifts it in trembling hands bringing it to bear in a singing arc of steel.
Durielle steps back and to the right as she faces her attacker leaving space between her and Khargol, but within range of Tomas.
Tomas is going to spend his round full defensing against his attacker.
The Sensei turns to Vladimir and wallops his horse with a kick, before turning to Tomas and attacking him again.
Seeing the opportunity with Vlad being thrown from his horse, several monks pile onto him, while the others continue their attacks.
Khargol grits his teeth and grunts when the blow lands, but keeps his feet. He silently wonders to himself if maybe he's not been put in a better position from all the damage he's taken before now. Either way, he doesn't offer any further verbosity; it's no time for taunting. Instead he focuses all his energy on taking down this threat, suddenly fearing that the group may have bitten off more than they can chew. He takes a quick step to the side, then swings at the big guy, realizing that as the larger threat, he needs to be taken down as soon as possible.
Alphonse sees that his allies are in dire need, he holds his ground to threaten the monk leader trying to hold his attention for khargol and Sugua to flank the man. The sensei seemed to shrug off his scream fairly easily so he targets the monk that now stands over Angor. "Stand and hear the cries of the heavens!"
The monk flings up some fast and furious punches that Durielle is pretty sure would hurt if they connected. Fortunately her visions seemed to coalesce into something useful for a change, and she sees how one of them would land just before it does allowing her to dodge it if clumsily. She avoided the other with sheer luck as her jerky dodge brings the flat of the dueling sword's blade in the direct path of the second creating an unintentional parry which almost causes her to drop the sword from the shock.
Knowing she will soon be overwhelmed unless she can find a way to defeat this monk, she tries to use something new Vladimir had taught her.
Unfortunately, her sword slashes are easily read by her opponent, and he effectively dodges and turns her attempts to land a blow.
Sugua snorts, it seemed like in a matter of seconds Angor was down again and this time the Noble was too. He had told him that horses would be their downfall. Ah well, if they lived it wouldn't matter, they don't generally listen till its too late. He would do the nice thing though. Get the heat off the squishies.
Sugua saw the one in front of him throw paper thin attacks and let them clank against his armor. " Hrmph, your too weak! Hey Elf! You have to swing HARD, LIKE THIS! Dont say I haven't done anything for ya AHAHAHA! "
He cut down the Monk between them.
Alphonse's target is fully affected by his scream.
Khargol's slash against the lead monk leaves him very bloody.
The leader monk puts a punch out to Khargol and to Tomas.
Then the rest of the monks spring into action.
The one in the grease attempts to move off of it.
Which he does. The flurries thus continue.
Donovan continues his grim litany of sword swings, trying to hew enough space to maneuver so that he can try to save the lives of his fallen comrades. He shifts his position a few times, barely evading the wickedly fast strikes of his opponent, and swings again when he thinks he has an opening.
Seeing little choice, Donovan channels healing power and hopes that it helps the party more than it helps the enemy monks.
Energized and encouraged by his successful strike against the leader of the band, Khargol swings again, once more calling on Abadar to aid his strike.
The head monk falls.
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Sugua takes a punch to the face and strains his neck against it, when the second blow comes the Gorumite slashes at the midsection of the fledgling monk with a roar. " I guess you have MY ATTENTION! "
Sugua looks over to Khargol and chuckles, " You finally dropped one! How does it feel? 4 more to go! "
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Alphonse, getting desperate falls back again, glad that he could distract the head monk long enough for his allies to take him down, this fight probly should have been planed better but there is time for hindsight later, just a few more monks stand and they need to be dealt with quickly "Sharp sounds scrape at the mind!"
Durielle takes the opportunity given by Sugua's slaying of the foe between them to move further away from the pain-hungry monks. To further their chance of success, she once again searches for a timeline which Sugua was not injured and makes it a part of their reality.
"Stand fast, my friends," she shouts. "We can prevail!"
The monks continue to flurry, and the one dazed prior by Alphonse turns to Donovan.
Sugua seems to smile.. for a different reasons; he gives an appreciative nod to Durielle. " Alright Khargol move away! I'll take the rest, Durielle see to his wounds too. DONT RUN NOW LITTLE MONKS! "
Sugua moves next to his Orkin kin calling the Moment of greatness to slash down at this monk threatening Khargol.
" I owe the elf! Can't let you die! "
Donovan continues lashing out with his sword, attempting to cut down his target so that he can reduce the pressure of multiple opponents.
expending the last of his energies Alphonse projects one final scream in the ears of the monk before the glow in his eyes diminishes and for the first time in a long time you can see the true blue in his eyes instead of the odd celestial glow that is usually there. Alphonse seems physically drained and his wings droop as his magics leave him
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The last series of hits brought Khargol to the verge of unconsciousness, the pain nearly overwhelming his mind. Still, he manages to take one last strike at the monk who so seriously hurt him.
With his last conscious breath, he screams at the top of his lungs, slashing downward. His sword-edge catches the monk just beside his collarbone, finding purchase in flesh unprotected. The blade cuts like a hot knife through butter, and Khargol takes some last comfort in knowing that even as he falls unconscious, that particular Kuthite is left in even worse shape than he is. As he slides to the floor, eyes barely open, he can't help but grin. "Payback's...a b+$!&..isn't it..?" he groans, then collapses atop the monk.
Sugua roars out and charges at the other monk over the fallen might of Khargol. " TIME TO FEEL THE PAIN! I'm SURE YOU LIKE THAT! "
Sugua almost leaps and slashes down.
As the last monk falls Sugua goes round and finishes the job, chopping the heads off the ones he didn't hit and throwing the bodies in a pile unceremoniously looting them as well. " You go ahead an fix the rest of the group up you two I'll make sure the rest dont get back up! Then we can lick our wounds and check out what they were training here for, Okay? " his pure-white eyes stared at the two healers as if asking for recognition.
He shakes his blade a bit, both him and it covered in viscera from the second to last monk.
Durielle's healing causes Khargol to stir and he slowly pushes himself onto his hands and knees, eventually lifting one to touch to his face. "Oh...my head.." he grunts. Apparently that last hit had caught directly between the eyes. On seeing the headless corpse he lays on top of, his sword buried in a deep wound nearly splitting it open from shoulder to chest, he huffs out a breath, then spits on the body's chest. "Bastard...that's what you get..." he mumbles under his breath, slowly rising to his feet and getting his balance. He is clearly only just clinging to consciousness.
"Well...wasn't sure I was going to make it through that one..." he admits.
Sugua laughs heartily as Khargol eventually rose and gestures with his sword at his shoulder, " Those are the best type of fights, ones where you feel the opponent is worth yours time! I remember those, it's been a while since I've had one. You weren't goin' to die though. Once they stop splitting up and runnin' away they fell just as fast. I assumed the little pinkskin Elf Durielle wasn't healing me to just have fun. So I start choppin' down your share too! By the way, Nice backswing.. Seems you might have a little Gorumite in you afterall! HAHAHAHA! " Sugua heavily pats Khargol on the back as he tosses one of the many heads into a pile.
Once the monks are permanently dispatched and sent to their final reward, Donovan floods the group with invigorating energy.