Fantasy From The Sky We Fall

[Uasal]

Clair O'Reilly, The Holy Knight​

Clair was quick to act upon instinct, once she had realised her opponent was unfazed by her attack and just before he had finished talking Clair had drawn her sword. Taking her sword firmly with both her hands Clair prepared for the worst, however, the worst came knocking extremely fast. The blow the king had gifted her in returned sent Clair flying back several feet and sent the settled dust into a frenzy once more.

Upon coming to a stop Clair returned to her feet, having bounced thrice before reaching her destination as a result of the blow. Her armour was covered in filth and in some places was dented. However, any dents that were apparent were minor for Clair had managed to somewhat block the demons blow with the edge of her blade. In saying this Clair had reacted slowly, having to draw her sword was the reason to this. Her awkward block attempt had resulted in the spraining of her wrist and had also put a severe strain on her left arm. Had she of taken the blow full on she would have been in serious trouble that was for sure.

With the dust once more coming to settle, Clair stood steadfast Blade pointed directly at the king who stood several feet away. Clair could not allow this battle to go on much longer, for she would inevitably lose in a battle of attrition. Therefore she had made up her mind, she would go all out from this point on and slay the beast as quickly as possible. With her mind made up her sword began to glow a bright red, a sign that showed Clair that it too, in all its glory, agreed with her choice of action. "come! I shall slay you now!"

(I understand the blow dealt was in deed extremely strong but it is also to be noted that Clair should be more than capable to somewhat deflect the damage dealt using her sword. I don't,imd seeing my character hurt of defeated but at the same time she is extremely strong and I feel that doing her in after a single blow would not only be anticlimactic but that it would also make her seem weak for the entirety of the story. Please note I'm not doing this to Gary sue or whatever but simply to make the story more interesting)

 

[Kloudy]

Khaoul​

Khaoul merely sneered at the knight as she brandished her sword, his steaming arm flexing. In a swift, fluid movement, Khaoul threw the large arm forward and it rocketed off at blinding speed over the distance between the two combatants, extending with clear inhuman properties as if it were made of stretchable putty.

"You are no match for me, mortal!" The demon shouted, his eyes serious he stared at her from a distance. He would get hungry again soon so he would not be able to keep up this level-headedness and calmness for long. Soon his attacks would devolve into his mindless onslaughts again rather than anything strategic, which he was capable of when in the right mind. Khaoul would grow careless, tauntable, stupid again if this went on for too long. And even he knew he was susceptible to trickery in his other state.

As it drew near the knight, it would split into five separate appendages, one for each finger. The talons on each also enlarged, the glistening bone arcing sharply through the air like javelins. Each arm-spear, still attached to Khaoul, spread out and, as they finally fell upon the knight, all stabbed inwards at the human. Hopefully, she would not be able to block all the strikes, but he did not know just how skilled she was. Should she dodge, he would have the attack follow her.

Uasal (SORRY I FORGOT ;-; )

 

[Uasal]

Clair O'Reilly, The Holy Knight​

Clair stood steadfast up until the point the 'King' began to speak, his pointless taunting only made Clair pity him that much more. To Clair, the demonic beast was but another she would undoubtedly have to slay. For only in death could such a beast find peace and feel the deep and cold blade edge that was known to most as regret.

With the 'King' having had finished his peace, and with his arm approaching at breakneck speeds, Clair finally began to move from her spot. The Holy Knight spun her blade with grace and cleared her mind of all distractions before darting forward at her own inhuman speed. Around about the halfway line, Khaoul's arm began to tear and moments later it had taken the form of five deadly javelins. Which unsurprisingly were now homing in on Clair's position.

With five breakneck tendrils coming at her from all angles Clair couldn't afford to waste any of her movements else suffer a very grim fate. With that in mind, Clair pushed onwards, her speed increasing with every step she took and the javelins closing the distance just as rapidly. However just as said tendrils had reached the knight and when most would have thought her finished, there was a brief opening upon which she acted. In the same second the tendrils reached their max speed Clair came to a halt, which in turn placed the tendrils off target. The area they struck was the ground in front of Clair, and with the tendrils stuck deep within the earth in front of her, Clair easily tore them to shreds with her blade. Had anyone so much as blinked, they would have missed it. Luckily for the 'king', however, he was fixated on Clair and her actions. He would have undoubtedly see what she had done.

With the tendrils cut away, Clair dug her foot firmly into the ground and rocket herself towards the king. Closing the remaining distance in, what was again the blink of an eye. With herself just inches away from the 'king' Clair took a swing at his head. Should it land he would undoubtedly be losing his head. However, Clair knew full well that this beast would require much more than that to slay.

Kloudy

 

[Kloudy]

Khaoul​

For Khaoul's perceptive eyes, he did indeed see what the knight had done. It was quite an impressive feat of agility and skill, one that he could not ignore. It appeared to be quite similar to his own, although he was not sure if it matched him or not. Either way, it would not affect the outcome of the battle, Khaoul did not fall. He had never fallen.

Retracting his arm as it reformed into its natural shape, Khaoul simply frowned as the knight flashed forwards with that incredible speed, analysing. As she drew forward, his eyes were drawn to the sword as it swung up at his head, clear it was a blow meant to decapitate him.

"You can't-", was all that he could utter before his head was neatly cleaved from his head, landing a few feet away with a thud, an expression of mild incomprehension frozen on his face. His body took a few uncoordinated steps back before toppling over into a heap. Blood poured from the wound as he lay still, several of the soldiers that looked on recoiling in clear shock of their leader having been struck down.

Time passed as those around began to fully understand what had just happened: the knight appeared to be victorious, the demon king having been slain. A tale worthy of its own legend; if only it were true.

"Foolish meat..." Khaoul's head grinned up at the knight, a look of satisfied malice filling his face.

Quickly, a fleshy tentacle shot from his exposed neck and pierced the head unceremoniously. It then retracted so as to pull the head back into position. The blood that had been spilled soon began to absorb back into his body via the wound as the red line that represented the cut began to disappear. Within a few moments, Khaoul got to his feet again, rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck stiffly. There seemed to be no trace of any damage on his body and his confident grin confirmed this.

"One." The very second he had said it, he shot forwards with an equally breakneck pace, blurring around as dust was kicked up around the area. Throughout the dust cloud that had surrounded them, a low dark laugh would come from behind the knight. Supposing she turned around, she would be able to see through a break in the dust between them, Khaoul's new appearance.

An imposing figure stood in his stead, appearing to be wearing armour similar to the knights, but instead made out of bone. The only differences were that the armour seemed to be larger and heavier, and that he wore a skull for a helmet. In his right hand, a large skeletal broadsword rested, nasty spikes jutting out from one side. Transformation complete, the skull's eye sockets lit up with two red dots that represented Khaoul's eyes.

"You are blessed, meat. It is not often that I am called to summon my armaments." His voice seemed more hollow and reverberated slightly from his suit, but it held that unmistakeable hint of evil humour and malevolence. He brandished the large skeletal sword with one arm and swung it at the knight. He was nowhere near enough for the blade to connect, but the knight would soon realise the swing had sent several spine-like projectiles at her, each sharpened to deadly points like crossbow bolts.

Uasal

 

[Gravitational Force]

Xarien starts when he sees Khaoul's transformation. This is not good, he doesn't know if even this woman can satisfy the 'King's' bloodlust. Xarien scrambles up and begins issuing order to his troops to move them and the prisoners back as he moves to place them between him and the fight. An extremely fluffy cat gets in Xarien's way as he retreats, and he kicks into the side of a nearby hovel as its owner weeps. His bad temper still not any better, Xarien silences the weeping peasant with a knife across their throat, the act hidden from view by the press of bodies.