Date: 5th of Ymiden, Arc 720
Weapons: Tower Shield, Scythe
Status: Aggressive
Weapons: Tower Shield, Scythe
Armor: Plate-like Leather
Current Magical Effects
Rune of Focus on head
Chained Runes of Strength/Endurance on limbs and tail
Taithir's Serpent's Hood
Taithir's Nobility's Endurance
Sapping Speed from 4 foes
Chained Runes of Strength/Endurance on limbs and tail
Taithir's Serpent's Hood
Taithir's Nobility's Endurance
Sapping Speed from 4 foes
Continued from Here
With the creature behind him burning to death, Prae was able to dodge away, buying him a moment to take stock of the situation. He'd used a substantial amount of ether already, though not a dangerous or even concerning amount; still, he wanted to conserve his energy to keep omnivision active.
Omnivision, Praetorum had found, could be tremendously powerful when combined with the rune of focus, allowing him to keep track of everything that was happening around him at once without getting overwhelmed. It wasn't appropriate for every situation—its range was limited, its ether drain was continuous, and keeping omnivision active while moving required a steady, constant calmness from him—but in cases like these, with a limited number of opponents relatively close to him, it was a combination that let him quickly assess, and then seize control of the battlefield.
Two creatures still trapped in the dirt; three up and approaching, but clearly weakened; one heavily bloodied by Ricky, near death; one dead and smoking; two slowing slightly as they regrouped for another attack on Prae; and finally, two pushing Clarissa hard.
The poor yari had drawn the short straw in terms of enemies; Ricky had gotten one slowed by Sap, while Clarissa was facing down two at full strength. It seemed like it was taking all she had just to fend them off, and hadn't been able to injure them at all yet. Still, Prae knew how good she was; all she needed was a slight edge.
Twisting around, Prae mimicked his opponent, and charged, eyes focused on one of the creatures harrassing Clarissa. His shield caught it along the flank, the impact jarring Prae's arm hard, and there was a sound somewhere between a click and a screech as the creature stumbled and fell—a moment later, Prae darted away, wincing at the ache in his shoulder. Fates, he'd underestimated just how damned heavy the thing was; slamming into it had been like trying to knock over a wall with his shoulder. That was to say, painful, but possible, for a runewright with some skill. A moment later, Sneabru popped out of the grass, and managed to get a rune onto the creature before it got back to its feet and resume its attack on Clarissa, much more sluggishly this time.
Satisfied, Prae turned back to his own battle. The two creatures that had been regrouping had not yet started to attack: apparently, they had decided that there was strength in numbers, and were waiting on the three weakened enemies to get their feet under them before they tried to take down Praetorum. Not a bad plan, but now that he was no longer on the defensive, there was fire and violence thrumming in Prae's veins, and he had no intention of letting this pack of creatures launch a coordinated attack.
Prae stepped forwards, and his scythe vanished from his hand, replaced a moment later with a massive halberd. It was a weapon Prae didn't usually have a reason to use, but against creatures such as these, a polearm as heavy as this was perfect. Prae wrapped his tail around the lower part of the shaft, supporting the weight of the weapon, and then leaped into the creature's midst, halberd coming down onto one of their heads with a crunch.
Prae had expected the thing's head to cave in immediately, and was more than impressed that it was not only alive, but conscious after that blow. It seemed their skulls were surprisingly sturdy. Which was why Prae's next attack was lower, a wide, heavy sweep that caught one of the creatures across the flank, and another across the throat before any of them could react. Sap's powers might not have had the speed and flexibility of umbral hone, but that didn't matter to Prae. Because as his enemies grew weaker, Prae grew stronger—or in this case, faster.
Movement behind him—Prae twisted out of the way, but not quite fast enough as a thick tail clipped his side, knocking the breath out of him. Prae stumbled, and the wind caught him, dragging him out of the way of a pair of snapping jaws. He swung his arm outwards as he went, and the corner of his shield smashed into the thing's jaw, stopping it in its tracks. The moment Prae found his footing on the solid earth, he was leaping forwards again, this time bringing his halberd in a diagonal swing.
The sharp edge of the halberd sank deep into the side of the creature Prae had caught in the jaw, toppling it over—Prae wasn't sure if it was downed, but he didn't have time to consider it, shifting his grip to more easily tear the blade out, before swinging it in the other direction, catching another creature hard in the leg with the back spike.
Now, the spike opposite the blade was not particularly sharp, more hooked to deal with mounted opponents than anything else.
The one that capped the weapon, however, very much was—something Prae demonstrated easily. That spike sank deep into the underside of the creature's chest, dragging a bloody squawk out of it, before Prae shifted his weight, and plunged it deeper, into what he hoped was the thing's heart for a killing blow.
With the creature behind him burning to death, Prae was able to dodge away, buying him a moment to take stock of the situation. He'd used a substantial amount of ether already, though not a dangerous or even concerning amount; still, he wanted to conserve his energy to keep omnivision active.
Omnivision, Praetorum had found, could be tremendously powerful when combined with the rune of focus, allowing him to keep track of everything that was happening around him at once without getting overwhelmed. It wasn't appropriate for every situation—its range was limited, its ether drain was continuous, and keeping omnivision active while moving required a steady, constant calmness from him—but in cases like these, with a limited number of opponents relatively close to him, it was a combination that let him quickly assess, and then seize control of the battlefield.
Two creatures still trapped in the dirt; three up and approaching, but clearly weakened; one heavily bloodied by Ricky, near death; one dead and smoking; two slowing slightly as they regrouped for another attack on Prae; and finally, two pushing Clarissa hard.
The poor yari had drawn the short straw in terms of enemies; Ricky had gotten one slowed by Sap, while Clarissa was facing down two at full strength. It seemed like it was taking all she had just to fend them off, and hadn't been able to injure them at all yet. Still, Prae knew how good she was; all she needed was a slight edge.
Twisting around, Prae mimicked his opponent, and charged, eyes focused on one of the creatures harrassing Clarissa. His shield caught it along the flank, the impact jarring Prae's arm hard, and there was a sound somewhere between a click and a screech as the creature stumbled and fell—a moment later, Prae darted away, wincing at the ache in his shoulder. Fates, he'd underestimated just how damned heavy the thing was; slamming into it had been like trying to knock over a wall with his shoulder. That was to say, painful, but possible, for a runewright with some skill. A moment later, Sneabru popped out of the grass, and managed to get a rune onto the creature before it got back to its feet and resume its attack on Clarissa, much more sluggishly this time.
Satisfied, Prae turned back to his own battle. The two creatures that had been regrouping had not yet started to attack: apparently, they had decided that there was strength in numbers, and were waiting on the three weakened enemies to get their feet under them before they tried to take down Praetorum. Not a bad plan, but now that he was no longer on the defensive, there was fire and violence thrumming in Prae's veins, and he had no intention of letting this pack of creatures launch a coordinated attack.
Prae stepped forwards, and his scythe vanished from his hand, replaced a moment later with a massive halberd. It was a weapon Prae didn't usually have a reason to use, but against creatures such as these, a polearm as heavy as this was perfect. Prae wrapped his tail around the lower part of the shaft, supporting the weight of the weapon, and then leaped into the creature's midst, halberd coming down onto one of their heads with a crunch.
Prae had expected the thing's head to cave in immediately, and was more than impressed that it was not only alive, but conscious after that blow. It seemed their skulls were surprisingly sturdy. Which was why Prae's next attack was lower, a wide, heavy sweep that caught one of the creatures across the flank, and another across the throat before any of them could react. Sap's powers might not have had the speed and flexibility of umbral hone, but that didn't matter to Prae. Because as his enemies grew weaker, Prae grew stronger—or in this case, faster.
Movement behind him—Prae twisted out of the way, but not quite fast enough as a thick tail clipped his side, knocking the breath out of him. Prae stumbled, and the wind caught him, dragging him out of the way of a pair of snapping jaws. He swung his arm outwards as he went, and the corner of his shield smashed into the thing's jaw, stopping it in its tracks. The moment Prae found his footing on the solid earth, he was leaping forwards again, this time bringing his halberd in a diagonal swing.
The sharp edge of the halberd sank deep into the side of the creature Prae had caught in the jaw, toppling it over—Prae wasn't sure if it was downed, but he didn't have time to consider it, shifting his grip to more easily tear the blade out, before swinging it in the other direction, catching another creature hard in the leg with the back spike.
Now, the spike opposite the blade was not particularly sharp, more hooked to deal with mounted opponents than anything else.
The one that capped the weapon, however, very much was—something Prae demonstrated easily. That spike sank deep into the underside of the creature's chest, dragging a bloody squawk out of it, before Prae shifted his weight, and plunged it deeper, into what he hoped was the thing's heart for a killing blow.