[2:30 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Kalenzo found himself trudging through the jungle, the Curtain Call was held firmly in his grasp.
"-GAH, damn it!" He exclaimed, the sound of a loud slap coming from his neck as the artist killed yet another mosquito. The man was ticked off, to say the least. He looked ahead, his entire self filled with vexation and malicious intent. Kalenzo began grumbling to himself, "I don't know why I still have to stand being here amongst these mongrels..."
It was then, an absolutely beautiful cacophony of screaming and wailing sprang forth from up ahead, that was it, battle had finally reared it's ugly and detestable head. Hmph, hopefully this time I'll be able to make some actual art. He thought, drawing one of his elaborate arrows from his quiver and immediately nocking it. Kalenzo rolled the shoulder that his pauldron sat atop of before running ahead, his dark brown pony-tail bobbing alongside his steps.(edited)
[2:30 PM] ColdToiletSeat: ~TIME SKIP TO THE RIVER~(edited)
[2:47 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Kalenzo narrowed his eyes as he approached the waters, pulling back the bowstring of his artistic tool as their enemies had come into view.
Tch... Damn it all, it's just out of my range... The cursed silently, kicking aside some dirt as he eased the taut string back into it's original state, his nocked arrow named Edmund meeting his gaze as he stared down towards the not-so-raging waters. Kalenzo didn't like it, but he had to face the fact that he'd have to go into the river if he was to make some art. The man grit his teeth, a sour look crossing his face as he stared upon the torrent and then back up at the hostile canvases, oh how they were simply waiting to be sprayed with their own crimson...
Kalenzo took a deep breath, getting a bit dirty was a risk he would have to take in order to bring a lick of culture to those buffoons. He stared down at the waters, and then back up at the enemy before taking his first step in... or so he thought. His apprehensive foot was met with the rush of the blue, dragging his foot, and by association, the rest of his body with it.
[3:00 PM] ColdToiletSeat: What happened next was a rush and then some, his entire figure hit the river with a splash, dragging him downstream a couple of meters before he could even get his bearings about him. The artist only remembered the harsh feeling of river water rushing up his nose as he had tried to stand up. After what seemed like an eternity of four seconds, Kalenzo finally broke the surface, desperately coughing up water and gasping for air.
Several thoughts rushed through his mind as he gained the brief respite from the waters at his feet.
NO! GODS, NO! Another miscalculation ending in me looking like a complete and utter fool! Gods, damn it all! Kalenzo's thoughts were immediately cut short as he caught an arrow with his arm, and took the boot of a mercenary to his chest. Sending him into a dizzying spiral back into the waters that had plagued his existence.
[3:04 PM] ColdToiletSeat: ...The artistic man experienced another bout with the river, one he would not win as his past experiences would show. He tumbled through the water, desperately trying to anchor himself to something- no, anything that would save him from this watery hell.
[3:08 PM] ColdToiletSeat: ...At long last, using the only free hand he had, Kalenzo clawed into a clump of soggy earth. The sweet feeling of freedom swelled within his thoughts before he brought himself above the surface once more, coughing up some water and a small fish from his throat.
[3:19 PM] ColdToiletSeat: His clothes were soaked through, there was probably mud in his hair and his boots made a horrible sloshing sound as he made his way onto the shore. The man was filthy, but at least he was out of there.
Now... where is... Kalenzo thought, looking around with several questions as he tried to regain his bearings. W-where is everyone?! Did I get dragged too far downriver?! I must have because I don't see anyo- Oh Gods... They're all over there.
Normally, the virtuoso would be more than happy to be a solo act, but this situation was different, he was isolated from the group, surrounded by the enemy. He tried to keep his act together, he tried to not panic but after what had just happened, it was hard to think straight. Kalenzo instinctively reached over his shoulder, feeling around his quiver for any arrows, but much to his dismay, only less than half had stayed loyal to him. He grit his teeth, This jungle can steal my dignity, this jungle can steal my arrows, but I will assure that this damned jungle will not steal my life!
[3:27 PM] ColdToiletSeat: A primitive roar had escaped the man, contrary to what he would do in most situations. A mixture of fear and pure rage had filled him as he pulled out his next arrow, nocking it and then letting it fly towards the closest thing he could find. That being a mercenary, defending an archer as it prepared to fire down upon him and the newly crowned Queen's group.
[3:46 PM] ColdToiletSeat: What had happened next was a rush, not instilled by the raging waters of the jungle, but by pure and unrefined rage. He remembered, taking a glancing blow from an approaching armor knight's lance, leaving a measurably large cut on the side of his leg. To him, it didn't hurt as much as it should have, but what did hurt was the crackling of thunder not too long afterwards that had jolted his entire body through.
[3:53 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Kalenzo fell backwards from the blast, onto his posterior. His mind reeled as he came to his senses and flipped himself onto his stomach, feeling the Curtain call no longer in his hands. The artist looked around, spotting his weapon not too far off, he just need to crawl a bit before he would have it and he would be back in the action.
A pained grunt escaped him as he clawed at the ground, moving closer to his bow.
Just... a little bit... closer... He thought, pathetically clawing his way across the ground, feeling his wet clothes drag across the grass and mud of the place that may just be his demise.(edited)
[3:59 PM] Amasuro: Would he ever reach her position? Or was her brother doomed to fail far before he could even step within her sights. Sighing as the increasing feeling of boredom began to wash over her, Levia leaned her elbows along the edge of the fortress, scanning the horizons lazily as she yawned. The sound of rushing water beneath her lulling her mind into a gentle state of sleepiness...
...Don't sleep now, girl. Brother might be useless, but what of his companions?
[4:01 PM] Amasuro: Levia forced herself back into an alert state, continuing to scan the rivers, the shores, anything for any sight of an enemy. Of course, being wary of a stray arrow was at the forefront of her mind as well. How embarassing that would be if she were to be killed by such a simple projectile.
[4:05 PM] Amasuro: Until the sounds she had been craving finally brought themselves to her ears. The ever familiar screams and cries of battle. The sound a man makes when he draws his final breath. They were noises Levia craved, and were very familiar with. Adjusting the collar of her shirt, and fixing her hair just to make sure it was perfect for the battle that would finally happen, Levia's eyes fixated on her comrade in the distance, a swordsman, that suddenly cried out in pain, before running off deeper into the jungle.
Has someone finally arrived? Oh, oh, how exciting! A flier, like my brother? A mage, like myself? Oh, perhaps its another one of those do-gooder swordsmen. Those types are always so fun to kill.
Levia giggled at her own thoughts.
[4:10 PM] Amasuro: Finally, she noticed him. A bowman a bit away from the fort in the distance. A curious looking man, completely seperated off by himself for whatever reason. And an archer to boot!
An archer, way out here on his own? Hmm, he seems to be dripping wet from a glance. Heh, he fell into the river then? Aww, that's so adorable!
Levia removed a tome from her belt, brushing the covers off with her arm as she continued to observe the man in the distance. An allied knight and an inferior spellslinger of hers began advancing towards the mans position, and seem to have already began taking shots at the bowman. It only took two before the man was blown to the floor, struggling as he tried crawling towards the bow he had been seperated from.
Only two? You could only stand to two hits? Hah...hahaha...oh silly me, how could I expect anything more from an army belonging to my dear brother? Ah, no matter, I will finish this job. What a gentleman this bowman is, giving me the opportunity to draw his final breath.
[4:16 PM] Amasuro: Flourishing the tome in her hands, Levia fanned the pages dramatically, allowing its sheets to flutter in the wind. Placing a hand above the tome before raising it high into the air, Levia dragged a small, glowing ball of light from the book.
Be honoured that I have decided to grace you with the sweet embrace of my magic, bowman.
Levia twirled daintily in her spot, before releasing the light into the air. High in the air, the light flashed in the sky with a brilliant flair, before numerous, starshaped objects began to form in the sky. Glimmering with radiant light, the stars seemed to all turn towards Kalenzo's location.
Ahaha, this never gets old.
[4:16 PM] Amasuro: Levia snapped her fingers above her head, and at that moment, the stars all began shooting down towards Kalenzo.
[4:55 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Just as his tool had returned to his grasp, Kalenzo felt a newlyfound rush of power surge through his body. He felt as if he could take on the world, possibly even the stars above. This thought would soon be tested as the bowman got onto his knees and saw it, the blinding light that would come from behind him and start shining upon his tool-grabbing hand.
Oh, that's it. I'm not going to just die here from a few incantations and dramatic wavings. Kalenzo thought, reaching over his shoulder to draw and arrow, nocking it before hearing the snap that would signal his end. It was something he did not expect, hearing a snap, he didn't hear a snap before he was struck with the bolt of thunder, nor did he hear a snap when he was bombarded by the fire during the festival. The man's eyes widened in fear as he slowly turned around and watched the stars themselves start to descend upon him.
[4:55 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "...Gods, it's beautiful..." Kalenzo managed to say before several small explosions of stardust wracked his body. He didn't even try to defend himself, if he was to die, he would make sure that he was magnificent. The artist began cackling madly with open arms as more of the radiant objects made contact with his person. His body convulsed in the pain as he was being bombarded by magical artillery, but he just couldn't stop laughing.
However, another thought came into his mind, the job entrusted to him by his teache- no, his father would be incomplete. Sourness filled the man's mind as he had a sudden change of heart. The man's laughter slowly became twisted with grief and hatred for the sorceror or sorceress that had literally felled the stars against him.
[4:56 PM] ColdToiletSeat: After the entire ordeal, Kalenzo's body still stayed wobbling upright defiantly as he clung to the last threads of consciousness. However, tt didn't take long before the virtuoso had finally succumb to the brilliance and fell over into a steaming heap.
Einar... I'm sorry about this, but I'll see you in hell soon enough... You old bastard...
[6:52 PM] Amasuro: Levia planted both palms down onto the edge of the fortress, gazing in amazement as the man in front of her managed to laugh in the face of his death. First, sweet acceptance to his fate, that turned quickly into something ugly. A final sense of regret in his life that caused the bowman to cling onto what few life strings he still had remaining. A puppet who still managed to retain one uncut string.
What a spectacle! What an amazing death! Oh, my heart beats so fast from the excitement, I can hardly contain myself!
A wide grin had found itself on the girls face as she planted both hands on her beating chest, trying to calm herself down. A man capable of such a death had to be one hell of an interesting person. Truly, she had never seen such a death in her life before.
I feel him. His heart, it still beats...but, to truly finish him off after that? A disservice to a man like him.
Levia stared at Kalenzo's body in the distance, contemplating whether or not to finish him off, before deciding to allow him the service of keeping his final string. Satisfied with her decision, Levia resumed scanning the river, looking for any others in her brothers army, who might be as interesting.
[6:52 PM] Amasuro: ==RP End==
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