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Post by oldrockgod on Sept 8, 2013 9:45:42 GMT -8
Hearing Vim's words and Stoick's command, she whistled for Zirth. Up ahead she heard fighting. Her father was fighting. Her mother too. All she hoped was that they would be okay. ((Currently only the Wanderer's are fighting and they are in the tunnels being pushed back and being killed off quickly)) |
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Post by Boethiah on Sept 8, 2013 10:04:25 GMT -8
Hearing Vim's words and Stoick's command, she whistled for Zirth. Up ahead she heard fighting. Her father was fighting. Her mother too. All she hoped was that they would be okay. ((Currently only the Wanderer's are fighting and they are in the tunnels being pushed back and being killed off quickly)) ((Okay I edited it. Hopefully it's better now)) |
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Post by Vim on Sept 8, 2013 10:10:29 GMT -8
Vim hopped on Thorntail "You ready bud?" He asked quickly. Thorntail snorted. He was always ready.
"NADDERS! FOLLOW ME!" Astrid shouted. "And remember, no fire! Use your tail spines to hold off the Roman's until our allies escape! Then, we blow this mountain sky-high!" Vim and many other riders cheered and flew off towards the sounds of fighting. This was it.
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Post by Skips on Sept 8, 2013 10:23:20 GMT -8
Vim hopped on Thorntail "You ready bud?" He asked quickly. Thorntail snorted. He was always ready. "NADDERS! FOLLOW ME!" Astrid shouted. "And remember, no fire! Use your tail spines to hold off the Roman's until our allies escape! Then, we blow this mountain sky-high!" Vim and many other riders cheered and flew off towards the sounds of fighting. This was it. ((...Is everyone meant to be outside? Ugh, I really wish Tempest was online so that we could finish this antidote thingggggg -.- Should I just say the antidote worked and make Skips go join everyone?)) |
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Post by Vim on Sept 8, 2013 10:27:28 GMT -8
((Yeah sure. You gave it to her and she's resting and waiting to see if it worked))
Many of the Vikings rode Nadders, and every single one of them poured into the tunnel and overwhelmed the Romans. Volley after volley of spikes were launched from over a hundred Nadders. The Roman's lines toppled over from the force of the impact and were decimated. Utter chaos ruled the once highly organized legion.
"Retreat!" Came the booming voice of Stoick from outside the cave, waiting with the rest of the Vikings in case some Roman's managed to escape. "We're blowing the gas!" The Wanderers turnd and fled, occasionally turning around to throw a dagger or axe.
The Nadder's kept launching poisonous spikes, keeping the Roman's in disarray. Thorntail was no longer Thorntail--he had very few spikes left. They'd grow back, but not anytime soon. Vim puled his spear off his back and threw it, sticking a Roman in the chest. "It's time to leave!" Shouted Stoick. Most of the Wanderers were out of the cave.
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Post by Skips on Sept 8, 2013 10:47:24 GMT -8
((Ugh, sorry, my mum made me tidy my room and now I'm gonna go wash my hair so I'll be back on later. Sorry -.-))
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Post by Boethiah on Sept 8, 2013 10:48:21 GMT -8
Boethiah was on Zirth, flying outside and taking down the Romans one by one. The fury she had and the strength she put into each arrow she shot off the Nadder's back. It was like the dream, in her mind, but it was real. This time the people she was killing were real people. The real monsters who tried to attack her. The ones who captured her and attempted to make her their slave. Not anymore.
She heard the call for everyone to leave and she saw the swarm of black Wanderers flood out of the cave. She only hoped that her father and mother made it out before hand during the evacuation. But knowing them, they stayed to fight.
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Post by Vim on Sept 8, 2013 11:29:09 GMT -8
Everyone sped out of the caves on dragonback, much faster than the Roman's could run. Vim reached the entrance of the cave and turned around, along with seven other Vikings.... his group. "FIRE!" Vim shouted. Thorntail let out a blast of fire, along with the other dragons. There was a sudden, blistering heat on Vim's back as Thorntail dove outside and the mountain imploded.
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Post by oldrockgod on Sept 8, 2013 11:33:37 GMT -8
Metal gasped for breath as his men ran to the shore, their feet threatening to give way underneath them, Metal ran as fast as he could and was in the lead when a blistering heat stuck him from the back and propelled him forwards he lost consciousness but the last things he heard were the dying screams of the few of his men who had survived
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Post by Vim on Sept 8, 2013 11:45:21 GMT -8
Smoke rolled into the sky. Vim's eyes shot open and he started coughing violently. How long were they out for? Who was injured? Who was dead? His head pounded as the thoughts flooded his mind. He slowly sat up and saw that the mountain had crumbled in on itself. Anybody inside would have been crushed. So the plan had worked.
He saw the outpost's buildings were in disarray, but there were a lot of people moving around, Viking and Metal's kind-of Wanderers. His head pounded. He was in a shady area with many other Vikings who were still knocked out or injured. He searched for any recognizable faces and saw Metal curled up with a few other Wanderers who hadn't woken up yet.
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Post by oldrockgod on Sept 8, 2013 11:55:15 GMT -8
Metal convulsed repeatedly, and tears streamed from his eye's, he had watched all his men die and those that survived were charred and smoking in front of his eye's, 3 times he had, had everything he had cared about torn away from him, 3 times Metal had tried to open up to people only to have his heart cut out with blunt instruments, Metal no longer had the will to live, He didn't even have the strength to move he just laid there observing the world from his curled position waiting for whoever commanded death to frag him into the void, There was no Valhalla for Metal there was no glory all that awaited him was a dark empty void calling to him, calling to his soul.
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Post by Vim on Sept 8, 2013 11:58:34 GMT -8
Vim half stumbled, half walked over to Metal. He was breathing and had a strong pulse. "You're going to live." Vim told him. "An so will most of your men.... except for the ones that died in the tunnel slowing the Roman's down. You did good." He finished awkwardly. Metal gave no sign that he was concious or that he heard, so Vim left and saw another familiar face starting to stir. "Rock?" Vim asked.
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Post by oldrockgod on Sept 8, 2013 12:04:43 GMT -8
Rock didn't stir, nor did he breath or give the slightest sign that he was alive, his right side was charred burnt and shriveled, his eye's glazed over and blood prominent on his clothes
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Post by Boethiah on Sept 8, 2013 12:05:29 GMT -8
Boethiah had flown after the blast and once it was clearer, she flew back, looking for her parents. Looking for anyone. She knew Vim had to at least be alive. He called the order...but even then...if he was too close...She shook the thoughts from her mind, not wanting to think anyone could have died. She still couldn't find her parents and she hadn't been able to since they got there really. Maybe a glimpse once, but that was it.
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Post by Vim on Sept 8, 2013 12:10:30 GMT -8
Vim noticed that his entire left side was bandaged and decided to leave him. He had a pulse, so that was something.
He saw a shape descending overhead. "Boethiah?" He said, feeling incredible relief.
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