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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/8/2017 11:55:46 AM
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[i]That didn't save Myur from the bolt of a ballista slamming into his body. The oversized arrow tore through the lower half of his frame, ripping through flesh and muscle in only a few milliseconds before it rested within his body. The bolt's twisted arrowhead trapped itself within him, before exploding, sending a burning rush of agonizing heat throughout the monster. He could feel his abilities draining away, dissipating as if drawn from his body in an instant.[/i]
"Again."
[i]Muttered the commander, as her men simply nodded and began to load yet another ballista shot into the weapon.[/i]
[i]Freya Trayven was, beyond all comprehensions.. angry. She freely approached the beast, a heated gladius in one hand, with a fiery torch in the other. She already had another invader to deal with, and she certainly didn't need this one in the fray, undoubtedly assisting that one either. There were a few more, much important reasons, to Freya at least. But they could go unmentioned.[/i]
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Myurethio spun around and looked at her. Immediately, his arms raised up and grabbed at nearby trees. He used the trees for momentum as pulled himself through the forest with them, running away from the balista. His body went up into the trees as he moved, making it hard to target him, especially with his rapid movements.
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[i]Such mobility for a giant creature. Freya would notice that, as she made sure to follow the grotesque being.[/i] [i]From the sides, fiery arrows came and flew into Myur's side and underneath him, the arrowheads digging into his flesh as the flame met skin. The vibrant lighting allowed for the archers to still have a sustainable view of the creature. And with the massive ballista bolt protruding out of his side, it was even more difficult to traverse through the tight Dojo woods. Fighting would be a better choice.[/i]
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Myur stopped while he was ahead, sinking into the ground to keep himself hidden for a moment. He yanked out the balista bolt from his side surprisingly quick, then did the same with the arrows. He waited for Freya from there.
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((Is Myur.. literally in the ground? Or is he camouflaged, or...?))
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[spoiler]He’s laying flat on the ground, slightly dug in.[/spoiler]
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[i]The first issue with Myur's issue was the fact that.. well, the ballista wasn't exactly easy to rip out. Even with his strength, the ballista's barbed end would remain, until he literally ripped a piece of himself out, worsening his condition. The barb arrowhead would snap off, traversing through his body. Secondly, the flaming arrows were flaming for more than two reasons..[/i] "Seven o'clock. Archers, fire!" [i]Freya's voice would ring out, as volleys of arrows would shower upon Myur.[/i]
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Knowing that the entire attack was bs, Myur followed suit. He continued pulling at the bolt, then opened another dimensional tear. He opened it above them and the portal caught the arrows fell into it. The portal was yellow, the same dimension he came from which would no doubt have to some type of positive effect for him. This showed as energy flowed out of it toward him.
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"Pull back. I will handle this." [i]Freya would motion for the archers to then fall back, as she rose up the torch, keeping her gladius in hand as well. A mimicry of Hercules against the hydra - using flame to cauterize and destroy the beasts limbs.[/i]
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Once she moved in, the portal closed and Myur was ready to fight. He rose up from the ground and spread his tentacles out in preparation. He watched her as she drew closer.
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[i]Freya wouldn't waste time with speeches, nor would she assault immediately. No, she would take to Myur's right side, gladius raised alongside the torch, while she raised the flaming object dangerously close to Myur. A taunt.[/i]
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Myur reached a tentacle around her arm holding the torch and yanked it down, sending her and the torch to the ground, then he put another tentacle around her sword arm, holding it down.
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[i]Unfortunately, Myur would realize that Freya was capable of reaction. The first tentacle sent her way was shoved into the flaming torch, as she batted it aside with ease, catching Myur aflame. The second was promptly stabbed, the wound burnt by the gladius's intensely heated blade.[/i]
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Myur was slightly repelled at first, but then continued. He hovered over her quickly and let the burning tentacle wrap around her neck. He then picked her up off the ground letting the tentacle act as a noose while another grabbed her sword arm.
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[i]And once more, Myur was repelled, except the burning tentacle was cleaved off, the fire still spreading upon him and cauterizing the wound even more. The same was done to the tentacle that shot towards Freya's sword arm.[/i] "Combat is certainly new to you." [i]Freya taunted, backing away. An angry enemy was a dead enemy.[/i]
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Myur suddenly dropped on her with surprising speed and started oozing slime. His tentacles wrapped all around her arms with unbelievable speed. The slime seemed to be some type of shield for him. He began strangling her and pulling her arms apart.
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[i]With Freya not exactly being underneath, and a magical thing called trees halting Myur's descend, he did find himself safely landing on the ground. No crushed Freya, though.[/i]
