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11/3/2021 3:01:18 AM
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At the time of the alert, John Watson was resting in his stone keep that lies outside of the cities borders. Upon hearing the news that vampires have found their way into the place, he gathers his belongings and heads out. Strangely for a single man without any modern means of technology, Watson arrives with incredible haste, having taken this route many times before.
He arrives donned in a suit of plate mail reminiscent of the late medieval period. The armor gleams like silver in the incandescent light of the moon. Atop of it flows a surcoat of white fabrics. Inlaid in its center, made of flakes of gold, is the symbol of a dragon with its wings outstretched. At his gold buckled belt rests a magnificent scabbard encrusted with gems. Inside is a even grander longsword, one which hath slain many a demon and undead creature, that shines with the light of thirty torches when he commands it to. One that can slice through metal as if it were wood, and wood as if it were butter. Accompanying that on his back is a heater shield with a metal front, powerfully made to ward him from wounds. The same heraldic symbol that is on the surcoat is displayed on the shield as well. Lastly, another scabbard rests on his right hip, one of Roman design, yet it is old and worn.
He approaches the streets like a beacon, sword radiating in false daylight, seeking out any night-crawler who may dwell here.
[spoiler]Watson has no fear of any monster or beast, having bested dozens of not hundreds or more in his life. However he holds rather old secrets that he wishes not revealed. And he fears a day when some of the greatest enemies of offtopic will return and he won’t be there to fight them.[/spoiler]
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Vampires seem to be drawn to him, and a larger group of five starts to come from every angle! Two from the main street, two from alleys, and one jumping from the rooftops!
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Noticing his foes, Watson will act fast. He takes a great step backwards so he is beyond all his opponents and swings his sword in a semicircular arc, hoping to strike as many as he can. But more so he hopes the light of the brand would ward ward them off now that it shines in their eyes. “Well that’s a fine how-do-you-do,” Watson says almost merrily. “Would any of you good chaps want to explain to me why you all are out and about, and possibly avoid being sent back to whatever coffin or graveyard that you came from?”
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Most move out of the way due to the light, except for the wan jumping for above, who’s cute by Watsons sword. “Give us…the traitor kin….Lightninglove!” One says.
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Watson moved to stand in a defensive position with his shield raised and sword above his shoulder. He waits to cut or slash if one comes near. “Ahh, so you seek that peculiar man. Well I must say you shan’t have him! Unless you want to get through me of corse, and I will not move aside for any of you, come blade or fang or claw.”
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“Give us the traitor kin….or you will be cut down….” One hisses out.
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“Wait, that’s just the inverse of what I said. Either way, I move for more undead, now unless you want to surrender have at thee!” He flourishes his sword, trying to see if he can draw one towards him.
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One slowly approaches. “You…will fall..”
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“So be it.” With his sword already up high, Watson chips down towards the vampire’s shoulder, taking a step backwards as he does and turning his hip to deliver more power with the strike as he does so. He keep his shield to his side so that he can deflect flanking attacks from any other vampire, which he keeps a close eye for.
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The strike is good, and the blade is embedded in the shoulder! The vampire shrieks in pain. The others start to run.
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Watson pushes this one in front of him to the side with his shield. “Stay down good sir, for your own good.” He heads after the other ones, although he makes sure the one behind him does not ambush him at any time.
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The vampire doesn’t get back up, and stays on the ground bleeding. One vampire turns to face Watson. “We should not fear you….death for us is only temporary.”
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Edited by ImaDrizzit: 11/4/2021 11:29:54 PMOnce more Watson brandishes his sword, glowing with radiant light. There seems to be a power within in him, one that could take the undead by storm. While talking he reaches into the Roman scabbard, which proves magic in nature, as he takes a set of wooden stakes out of it. “I am a knight of no insignificant power. With goodly light in the name of justice I could likely annihilate you utterly. And even if not, my light seems to have great effect on you. So tell me, do you really want to cross me. Or might there be a peaceful solution to this?”
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They hiss, obviously in distress. “Our god…will destroy you…for that magic you wield…”
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“Well I have many a magic item, many of them powerful forces of good. Now why don’t you take me to this god then, or whoever is in charge?”
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The vampire laughs a little. “He…shall not…deal with someone insignificant…like *you*.” “Don’t bother dealing with the god!” Blaze’s voice comes over comms. “I’m handling it with a strike team!”
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Watson seems generally unfazed by his laughter. “I have stared down gods before. You cannot see it but beneath my armor lies many scars from the likes of the God of Wrath Toaster, who I survived against in single combat. So too has my blade been tested against the tendrils of the Deeps Speaker, and the thousands of gnats and wasps of the lord of pestilence. What is one more divine being going to do against me?” He says this largely to intimidate the undead. Although his words are truthful, he has faced these foes, perhaps not permanently defeated but survived nonetheless. “But fine if you won’t take me to your leader, and it’s only polite to let you attack first, then tell me more about this operation of yours or have at me if you think you can.”
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“This…is all…for him to reclaim his rightful place…from the usurper….”
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“Ahh, I see. Well I really can’t allow you to continue endangering the people of this city. Your best off leaving.” Watson seems not to be seeking more battle at this point if he can. Although he feels it’s not a likely outcome. He then whispers quietly to blaze. “They aren’t attacking me right now. What do you think I should do with them?”
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“Hmm…you leave first…old one….” “Kill them.” Blaze says.
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“I suppose I will, but I’d rather wait until they strike first.” He says before turning his attention back to the vampires. “Hey, I’m not that old! That’s rather rude for you to assume.”
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“Don’t…based on things I’ve seen, some can use shadows. And they’re making fears.”
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Edited by ImaDrizzit: 11/6/2021 12:23:16 AM“If you insist then.” Watson draws his sword once again and points it at the nearest vampire. “Well if you refuse to leave then I suppose I have no choice but to fight thee.”
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They laugh. “Then die, old one.” Their voice shifts to one that sounds much more…sane, and composed. “Die, and leave this world to face its enemies and die itself.”
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“Once again… so be it.” He engages once more, lunging forwards with a jab towards the right shoulder of the nearest vampire. He keeps quick on his feet, however, striking hard and then bringing his leg back to quickly get into a defensive position.
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The stab hits them, but barely, and they lungs forward with a claw swipe! “Hiss….you holy…”
